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Old September 19th, 2018 (6:51 PM).
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Mhm I remember that flashback with Ciecro beating up that one Pokemon. And wow, that is some temper with his ouburst towards Jasmine there. As for Jasmine slipping she lost someone special, I wonder who she's refering to.

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Oh. Jaron looked at the ground. I never gave that at thought, he said, following a little self-chuckly, maybe I never really wanted to give it thought.
Vragon gave him a curious look as the croconaw continued.
This is written a little awkwardly, both in puncutation and phrasing. "Following a little self-chuckly" sounds weird. Maybe, "following with a small chuckle" might sound better.

Oh. Jaron looked at the ground. I never gave that at thought, he said, following with a small chuckle. "Maybe I never really wanted to give it thought.
Vragon gave him a curious look as the croconaw continued.


Demetri's reaction to Devon being in training for a year and only just been assigned is priceless.

Don't have too much thoughts on Zak yet, but he seems to know how to keep Demetri in check. Also, is it just me, or some of the dialogue suggest the two are more than just friends?
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Old September 29th, 2018 (9:49 AM).
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This review comes from reading chapter one. Sorry if it's a bit short but honestly there wasn't much there that I'd say needs that much improvement. I'll start with the three things you did really well and finish with the one thing I think needs work.

1. From the get go, your characterisations are very well done. As a general rule, I advise against introducing too many characters all in one hit because it becomes harder to keep them distinct when still setting the baseline for their personalities. Kind of like how it's easier to get to know someone in a one-to-one conversation than in a group setting. That being said, that wasn't a problem for you at all. Of the six characters you introduced all in the first chapter, although I have my suspicions about which ones will be the ones we follow through the whole story if you catch my drift, they each had very distinct and interesting personalities and were written accordingly.

2. You know how to set a scene. Your descriptive language is good and you made it very easy to visualise where characters were and what was happening. I think often authors leave a lot of blanks that need to be filled in to properly imagine a scene but for you the only "blank" that really stood out to me as missing was a description of the crest.

3. Your stories biggest strength is that it pulls the reader in. From the beginning, the tension is there and that is a very good thing. You had me wondering why secret messages are being ferried and what was going to happen next, so that compels me to read more later.

I read right through the actual story without having a complaint. Then I saw your footnotes. So now I do have something that I really would like to see you improve on. I'm going to call it "applied worldbuilding". Now, I am the first to say that the "show, don't tell rule" doesn't apply as strongly to written works as it does media, but I think that you should never have to explain things as footnotes. Everything you need the reader to know should be communicated by your story and if it isn't, then that's a flaw.

What was really weird about that, was that there was no reason to do it. This is chapter one and through the story we already had learned the first few things about the world we live in. There's obviously some sort of factional conflict or tension and the Norfarians are clearly linked to it some how. That was great and you could easily have gradually introduced us to the rest, which would have been amazing. You have a good story here and a good world and giving that random exposition dump in the footnotes hurts that.
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    Chapter 24
    Plans and Prerogatives

    “Okay, is everyone settled?” Dolly asserted to her troupe. She pointed to the map on the short table in the center and circled a little dot with the writing “Frantal Town” inscribed a third of an inch above it. “This is the suggestion to go. Now, we’re here in Vergium town,’ Dolly said, dragging her finger to its dot. “Now, it’ll take about two days if we break up the trip. There’s a travel rest area here. It’s a bit of a trip to it, being the mountain structure surrounding Mt. Travail, but it should be simple getting to Frantal after a rest. Now.” she took her hand off the map, crossed her arms, and gave everyone a good look. “What’s it gonna be?”

    “Vergium,” Jaron firmly put down, his firm composer in his seat not budging like his answer. He kept his eyes closed and in a scowl. Not even a follow up sigh from Vragon made him change.

    Dolly nodded and turned to Jasmine. “Okay, one for Vergium. Jasmine?”

    The absol seemed dejected, just staring at the map in front. “Frantal,” she lazily blurted out.

    Dolly nodded to that as well. “Vragon?”

    The fraxure looked at the map and scowled. He then looked at Jaron, who was still in his stiff position. He looked to the floor and in a slightly vacillated tone said, “Vergium” He slightly took a look at Jaron, who lowered his head a little and let out a little tension in crossed arms.

    Dolly then said, “Two for Vergium, one for Frantal. Ciecro?”

    The charmeleon was resting his back against a wall, seemingly lost in some tough thoughts.
    Dolly repeated the question to Ciecro, who gave a grunt that he had heard. “Well?” she pressed.
    He seemed to ignore her and gave a scowl to Jasmine. He looked at Jaron for a second too. He stayed silent however, thinking hard about what to do.

    This silence seemed to succeed where Vragon failed. Jaron opened his eyes to look at Ciecro confused. What’s he stalling for?

    All eyes were on Ciecro.

    As Dolly was about to repeat for a third time, he gave a growl and muttered for all to hear, “Frantal.”

    Jasmine raised her head in surprise, Jaron’s jaw almost dropped, Vragon’s eyes stared in shock, Dolly remained quite unaffected and Seliph raised a brow. This reaction, made Ciecro feel a little awkward from the dumb attention and snarled, “Well, dat’s my vote. Yah two lef’ so vote.” He closed his eyes and relaxed against the wall, done with this.

    Jaron looked down, somewhat awestruck by this. Why the fu** did he vote Frantal‽ Jaron ranted in his head, a scowl showing his feelings on that. His frustration only worsened by Seliph walking forward and stating, “Frantal” followed by Dolly ending with, “It’s decided then.”

    Dolly stretched her arms upwards and followed with a content sigh. “Alright, get some rest everyone. We’ll be heading out early in the morning.” She headed to the door, but before she left she gave a little glance to the surprised Jasmine and the distant Ciecro. Heh, smooth. She left.

    Seliph followed suit, without saying a word.

    Ciecro got off the wall and muttered, “I’mma go sleep. Yah heard ‘er.” he turned out into the hallway to head to his lodging, but was stopped before he made it by Jasmine’s voice.

    “Ciecro…why did you vote Frantal?”

    He paused for a second, but then resumed on.

    She followed after him, asking him again. He just stayed silent, all the way till he reached his lodging and was about to go in.

    “Ciecro,” she said putting her paw on the door. She thought for a second and looked at him with a sincere and worried face. “Did you choose it because…”

    “Stawp,” he said in a tough but non-aggressive tone, giving her a less intense scowl in addition. “jus’…give me some space.”

    Ciecro went through the door and was about to shut it, but Jasmine quietly whispered, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to-”

    “Jaz…”

    She looked at him, with a mix of anticipation and concern.

    He kept quiet for a second before saying with a little grin, “Lateh…please.” He shut the door leaving Jasmine alone, to ponder those two words.

    She gave a little grin and said, Alright…I won’t pry till you’re ready. She turned around and headed towards her room.



    Back in the original room, Vragon and Jaron sat quiet. Jaron was pretty agitated, while Vragon was just confused.

    The croconaw growled and muttered, “Why’d he do that? I thought he agreed with us.”

    Vragon stood up and said in an upbeat tone, “Well…there’s nothing we can do about it now. But hey, at least it’ll be nice to get some mountain air.” Despite trying to lighten the mood, he didn’t really feel any better either. He walked over to Jaron and said, “It’ll be fine, Jaron.”

    The croconaw didn’t reply. He just stared at the floor.

    Vragon gave an agitated moan as said in a louder tone, “Jaron, stop thinking about it.”

    Jaron looked back, turning his scowl to the fraxure. “Why are you getting tense with me?” He demanded.

    Vragon backed off, assessing he wasn’t approaching this in the right way. “Look…there’s no point fighting with them. Let’s just get some sleep, than me and you can go get some provisions with Dolly.”

    “It…How are you okay with this?” Jaron inquired, his tone changing from defensive to uncertainty.

    Vragon looked to the side. “I’m not…but we will be with them.” He looked into Jaron’s eyes, with his worried ones and placed a smile on his face. “They won’t let us down.”

    Jaron gave a satisfied grin as he got up. “Glad you’re just as worried as me.”

    “Don’t flatter yourself.” Vragon stared in annoyance at the window. “I don’t particularly enjoy feeling this way.”

    Jaron just gave a little chuckle as he put his arm over the fraxure’s shoulder. “Thanks…don’t worry. You also got me protecting you.”

    “Well, I guess I can feel a little better,” Vragon teased, “but I’d feel better if you and I got some provisions for ourselves in the morning.”

    “What?” Jaron played along, “these not good enough.” He gave his signature grin and gesturing to the teeth.

    “I have to see the appeal first,” Vragon jabbed with a grin.

    Jaron grabbed Vragon in playfulness and tried rubbing his head. “More than you’ll ever have, punk.” The two laughed amid this struggle, letting their worries get lost amid enjoying each other’s company.


    < O >


    Vex grumbled as he floated through a dark forest, making his way back to the others. “Grr…traveling all day and only stopping for a few hours, gah I don’t get enough for this.” He growled in his head as he glimpsed the edge of the forest. He braced his eyes, as he exited into the moonlight from the clearing. After his eyes adjusted, he looked forward and spied Siegfried and Trishula conversing at the base of Shimmer Hill.

    Great, I bet I’m going to have to be the first fu**ing watch. He groaned in his head, floating on over to them.

    “Did you bring it?” Siegfried inquired, as he and Trishula turned to face the sulking ghost.

    “Yeah, yeah, can’t you see it here?” Vex chided, tossing a small parcel at Siegfried, who caught it and immediately began opening it. Vex then turned to Trishula. “Lemme guess, first watch?” he grumbled as he pointed to himself.

    Trishula shook his head and said, “We press on.”

    “What‽” Vex shouted, “We’ve been traveling for hours now!”

    “Irrelevant,” The dragon dismissed, “Plageues must have reached his port by now. It shouldn’t take long for him to arrive at Crion city.”

    “By boat,” Vex added, skepticism in tone.

    “Even if it takes him longer than my initial guess…” Trishula looked at the starry sky, “it would be best to arrive there early.”

    Vex wasn’t happy with this answer. “It’s a boat, it’ll take him at least two days Trishula. We don’t have to be ther-”

    He was cut off by a Dragon Claw raised to his face, a mere two inches from his left eye. “Do you object?” The dragon said, a little snarl in his tone.

    Vex scowled and uttered a, “no.” he turned around and just paced away. “Lemme know when we’re heading out.”

    Siegfried, watched as Vex stomped off and sighed. “Here,” Siegfried said, handing the item Vex gave him to Trishula. He then went after Vex.

    The dragon stared down at the small cube in his hand. He pressed a button on its top, shooting up a hologram displaying many charts and data. “Hmm…This should help Plagueus in his tracking,” he muttered as he shut it down and placed it into a pack on his belt. He looked at Shimmer hill, gazing at it with less scowling in his look than normal. He opened another packet in his belt and pulled out his red eyes diamond. He stared at it. Should I? He thought. His eyes thinned vertically as he remembered moments when he had gone against Azazel’s requests. He let out a little “Hmph” and shoved it back into the pack. He made his way up the round mound of Shimmer Hill till he reached the top. He stared at the moon, lost in thoughts.

    “That fraxure,” he muttered to himself, “I’m certain. But, he isn’t the first…like Aegis.” He turned to gaze at the moonlit forest. “But even then, we can only go off what we know of the being and how they happen to look in common. What was he like I wonder?” he looked down at his left claw, raising it into view. “Our forefathers revered him as our starter. Perhaps, we strayed as descendants…”

    He looked in the distance, remembering the stories Azazel had told him of the ancient Pokémon. His and Azazel’s ancestor.



    Siegfried walked through dark forest, slowly gazing around looking for Vex. He stopped next to a tree for a second and said, “You there?”

    “Go away,” Vex griped.

    “No need to be nasty, Vex,” Siegfried defended.

    “Well soooorry for getting pissed off at that dragon,” Vex said, phasing from the ground behind Siegfried. He kept his frustrated red eyes on Siegfried, who matched his gaze with the shorter mon. “I mean, isn’t he getting on your nerves too? It’s annoying that we don’t get any respect or say in this.”

    “Yeah,” Siegfried agreed, looking at the tree, “but I suppose all we can do is work our way up.”

    “Snorlax of a chance for that happening,” Vex grumbled, “no way we’ll move up without being special or some big opportunity. Face it Siegfried, we’re one step above ferals.”

    Siegfried gave a frustrated groan and leaned against the tree.

    Vex continued his tirade, “And to make it worse, we’re going to get managed by Plageues. The guy is a walking creep. We should be lucky to not have something bad happen to us.” His eyes scowled as he thought about the group they were after. “And it’s embarrassing for us to have to get sooo much help to capture some stupid kid.”

    “Well…he could be the target. If that kid is Aegis’s reincarnation, we would be able to move up really easily by apprehending him,” Siegfried added.

    Vex didn’t seem encouraged by it. “It won’t matter. Plageues will take all the credit and we’ll still be nothing but extra meat.” He picked up a rock and threw it at a tree. His eyes were filled with anger and somewhat despairing. “I joined so I wouldn’t be used like some yesterday’s seasonal worker. I hate this. I’d do anything to get out of this role and be up there, with Trishula, Plageues and Corivac. Being able to call the shots, knowing the info and not having to just obey, all that good stuff you know. But nope, it’ll never happen.” He threw another rock at the same tree.

    Siegfried just watched him vent, indifferent but at least understanding how he felt. He kept his gaze on the frustrated Vex, as he threw another rock and another, saying the same thing but in a different way over and over, patiently waiting for Vex to end. Siegfried raised a brow as Vex finally stopped and just stood there wheezing in his frustration. “You done?” he asked, in a bland tone.

    “Screw you,” Vex shot back, not happy about Siegfried’s lack of empathy.

    Siegfried didn’t reply, but kept his gaze straight on Vex.

    The ghost looked away and with a snarl said, “I don’t care; I’m going to get out of this rut.” Their thoughts were interrupted by the flashing light of his and Siegfried’s communication orbs. They pulled them out simultaneously. “What?” Vex asked, not even trying to hide his frustration.

    The voice of Trishula said, “We’re heading out. Rendezvous at the base of Shimmer Hill.”

    Vex groaned as he put his orb away.

    Siegfried put his up in silence and walked past Vex. “Come on, let’s just get this over with,” he muttered heading to the spot.

    Vex stood still for a bit before walking after Siegfried. ‘Over with’, heh. It won’t end…for grunts like us.


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    “Come on, Come on, there’s gotta be something!” Demetri ranted as he stood there staring at a Zygarde cell on a tree. His eyes were shining the solid green aura as he communicated with the cell. “Grr…alright, give me the data file about Gathor then.” The cell made a little strange noise making Demetri growl. “Grr… Nerve: 13411553259. Authorization: Zeta908PhiKorAlph144Sein. I already told you this…stupid security.”

    The cell nodded and its eye glowed green. Light green symbols, numbers and characters surged from the eye’s base to the top. The same process than happened to Demetri’s eyes as he received the data. “Okay, thank you.” The grumpig closed his eyes and took a breath, relieved there was no problem. He opened his cerise eyes and looked down at his orb. He levitated it with his powers and telekinetically pressed the button. The green hologram activated, and displayed a picture with a bunch of Helixol text.

    “Hmm…Gathor,” he said to himself, as he browsed for the specific data he wanted. “Ah,” he said in victory at finding the spot, “’Offspring recorded 3: Seliph (species unknown), the other two names unknown.’…I knew it. So, it appears he’s one of his children…” his eyes went serious as he rested his back against a tree, the cell watching him with its bland stare. He resumed looking at the data. We have his data, but why not his children’s data? Why just a name “Seliph” being supplied? We didn’t know they existed except for what was reported and the recordings before was that he retired with his wife…hmm…wait? Was the data added to? If so, when? He got off the tree and tried to check for a date. Unfortunately it seemed unrecorded. He grumbled for a second, before just standing still, pondering. Suddenly something else came to his mind. I didn’t give it much thought before…but what if more information was found for it too?

    He quickly turned to the cell and asked, “Is there any information on a, “’Nasch’s request’?”

    The cell eye glowed again, and once more the data crawled. It however ceased after several minutes of looking and replied with a shaking of its head.

    “Hmm…” he looked to the side and got into his basic thinking position.

    “D-demetri?” Devon spoke, slowly buzzing towards him.

    The grumping turned to look at him and said, “Ah, Devon, you’re awake.”

    “Yeah…” he answered, with a little bit of nervousness. “How are you?”

    “Pleased actually.”

    This answer lead to Devon tilting his head and widening his eyes in interest. “Pleazzzed about what?”

    Demetri gave a sigh and turned to Devon. “I think I found someone important. You know that mon, Seliph?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Well…” Demetri took a few steps to give himself time to get his thoughts together. “I met his father…albeit a short encounter.”


    ( O )



    "...Tell me everything..." Demetri said out loud, as he browsed the memory banks of the large feraligatr body lying in front of him. His eyes glowed a bright green light as he probed the memories.

    As he did this, the bushes behind him began to stir. “Fu**ing arceus, this place is remote isn’t it?” Zak stepped out, picking out little pricks in his fur and giving a little whine from each one pulled. After sufficiently freeing himself, he walked over to Demetri and gazed upon the Pokémon Demetri was reading. His eyes curved into a serious scowl as he muttered under his breath, “Bastards”

    “It’s no good,” Demetri admitted with a sigh as he removed his fingers from the body and standing up. “He’s passed and now his brain’s functions are down too.” He blinked, returning his eyes to their normal Cerise selves. He kept them locked on the victim. “I couldn’t get much.”

    “It’s okay Dem,” Zak assured, patting his back, “it’s not like we were expecting to find a body here. Anyways, did you find out who did it?”

    Demetri nodded. “It was a gang of mons…” he moved a clenched fist up to his chin while propping it with his other arm and continued. “They appear to match the reports on a cult called, ‘red eyes’. But…it appears they were here for a reason. At least that’s what Gathor told me.”

    “Gathor?” Zak inquired, with a raise of a brow.

    Demetri gestured to the dead feraligatr in front. “His name was Gathor. He and his family were attacked by these red eyes over something. I believe he said, ‘Nasch’s orders’ but I lost him before I could find out.” Demetri’s arms fell to the side and was followed by a sigh. “He had a wife and three children too.”

    Zak’s eyes widened.

    Demetri nodded, “Yes…I couldn’t get the names of the children though or even an image of them, but his wife was a charizard named ‘Freya’.”

    Zak didn’t reply, but walked past Demetri.

    “Where are you going?” Demetri inquired getting out of his thinking pose and looking at his walking friend.

    “To scout the area. Maybe we can find the red eyes that did this,” he said in a determined voice.
    Demetri gave a nod, and was about to join him. However, he suddenly stopped to think about something.

    Zak rushed off, seemingly unaware of Demetri’s pausing.

    Demetri turned to what remained of a burned house. He walked up to it and with his telekinetic powers, moved some of the burned boards. “Protecting something…that’s what it felt like,” He muttered as he moved another ruined beam out of the way. “Protecting what? The children?” He looked around the ruined structure, trying to find signs of anyone in there. He let out a sigh of relief. At least no one appears to have died in this building. He looked in the direction of the woods behind the house. “If the kids did leave, then where did they go?...Nasch’s orders…” he raised his fist to his chin and propped his arm with the other again. He stood there trying to make sense of the disjointed memories he had gotten from Gathor along with the scene around him.

    It felt like a while later before Zak walked up calling out to him. “Dem!” he shouted, “what are you doing?”

    This snapped the grumpig out of his thought process and turn to Zak. “Oh…just assessing this house. I think this had something important to him.”

    “No duh, Dem,” Zak teased with a grin.

    “No, not that.” Demetri gave a little scowl, before turning to look at the woods behind them. “Something else.”

    Zak sighed and said, “I couldn’t find any red eyes or ferals…let’s check the outlying towns before reporting back.”

    Demetri nodded in concurrence and the two left.

    As they walked along the path on the way to the nearest town, Zak asked in a serious tone, “were there any other memories you saw?”

    Demetri nodded. “Two that are of significance.” He curved his face into a scowl. “The mon that killed him was a white zoroark, that looked rather middle aged, but physical capable. A rather creepy thing.” He gave a jitter as the image of that Pokémon crossed his mind.

    “And the other?” Zak asked, looking at his friend.

    Demetri looked back at Zak and stated. “A thing called ‘Nasch’s orders’. I’m guessing his orders and commanding officer.”

    Zak gave a little scoff at hearing “orders”. “Tck, guess he died in the line of duty.”

    “Zak?” The typhlosion’s eyes were in a firm glower, leaving Demetri a little uneasy.

    Zak crossed his arms and gave a growl. “What are orders, than just things to get you to do the work for someone else? And it looks like this guy and his family were the repercussions of these ‘orders’” he made gesture for emphasis on the “orders” part.

    “That’s a bit assuming,” Demetri pointed out. “I mean, we follow orders.”

    “Yeah, but you and me don’t really enjoy that.” He looked at Demetri with a less frustrated look. “We’re more than just our orders you know.”

    “Perhaps he was too,” Demetri added, thinking his thoughts out loud. “Either way, thinking about this isn’t going to get us closer to getting the results.”

    “Yeah.” Zak looked to the side, sort of annoyed having to return to their task. “Gotta keep the ‘core’ pleased and all,” He grumbled walking off.

    Demetri followed in silence. Not quite agreeing with Zak’s sentiment on this situation, but at the same time understanding the hostility to topics like this. He didn’t like it either. The discomfort of thinking about “the core” made him a little angry too.

    We’ll make due, He thought to himself, We’ve done it before and we’ll do it again. Same as it ever was. You and I, Zak. A little grin crossed his face as he followed the typhlosion down the path.


    < O >


    “Wow,” Devon buzzed with interest, “and you never found thozzze attackerzzz.”

    Demetri shook his head. “Nope, and eventually it was dropped due to well…nothing to go off of. At least with what we had, there wasn’t much.” He looked at Devon with some determination and a hint of haste. “But that’s changed now. I think I’ve found a lead, and luckily it’s in regards to Seliph.”

    “Zzzo why are you doing thizzz?” Devon inquired.

    “Because it’s my orders,” Demetri answered, rather confused he needed to tell Devon what one does when one gets an assignment.

    “No, no, no,” Devon said with a little annoyance at being belittled in the brain. “You zzzeem invezzzted. Like you’re wanting to zzzolve thizzz.”

    “Ah.” Demetri nodded. “Yes well.” He looked to the side. “That’s because I was asked to do it.”

    “By the core?” Devon tilted his head.

    Demetri gave a smirk as he corrected. “By that Gathor mon before he died. He asked me to take care of his kids. But he couldn’t give me the names before finally passing.” His eyes narrowed. “If this Seliph is indeed one of the children…it’s imperative I get to him.” Demetri turned to Devon and asked, “Are you able to travel on?”

    Devon buzzed his wings a bit, displaying their vigor attained from the rest. “Yep!” he happily chirped.

    Demetri nodded and immediately began rushing off down the path, with a buzzing Devon following.

    The sun was slowly beginning to come upon the horizon as Demetri and Devon made their way swiftly down the path. Demetri’s face was strangely upbeat due to the leads he found. How lucky that this relates back to that case. Too lucky though. I never found out their names, so I couldn’t have recorded it. Zak didn’t know them either, so who then? The breach? But, why would it be from that, what’s to gain? Argh, it was probably some data discovered later. But I can say knowing this actually is pretty helpful. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. He looked down for a second as he ran. Then I’ll be able to fix things with you.
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    I admit, I already forgot the group's reasoning for going to Frantal and the big deal about it, particularly Cierco's vote to go there. Otherwise I don't have too much thoughts on those scenes until the group finish their preparations there.

    I feel Vex/Siegfried and Demetri's parts are kind of a recap concerning some of the reveals they have found out. There is that appearance of that Zygarde cell and the flashback between Demetri and Zak gives a bit more insight what happened after Gathor's demise.
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    Chapter Two was interesting and I liked it. I especially enjoyed the interaction between Seliph and Gathor. I think as a whole though, it was weaker than the first chapter.

    You did a good job of showing us a bit more of each character's personality here, which I already mentioned as a strong suit. In particular it was good that we got to see more depth to Seliph and Freya, but especially Gathor.

    You also sprinkled in some more things to keep the curiosity of the reader going. I'm very interested in learning more about this cult and their Life Gatherings and also about Freya's history with her brother.

    Now, as to why I say this chapter was weaker. In a word, it was jumpy. Even in third person it's generally a good idea to consider perspective if you want a cohesive narrative. Instead you jumped from the mind of Seliph to focusing on his brothers after a paragraph, then back to Seliph, back to the younger brothers, then to Gathor, then back to Seliph and then Gathor again. It hurt the flow of the story.

    Additionally, you bounced around settings too much I feel. Much like with the perspectives we started in the bedroom, then we were in the kitchen, then the training field, then out in the forest and then were back out the front of the house. The story would flow better and feel more cohesive if it was broken up more with more detail going into those segments than bouncing from setting to setting and giving less detail about the locations and what happens there.

    Also, having Gathor say "Seliph" as "Selif" doesn't change the way the name sounds at all which bugs me a bit, although it's a very minor thing.

    Overall it was an enjoyable read and I'm still really interested in your story and where it's going, but there were things that could have been done that would have made it a better reading experience. Looking forward to Chapter Three!
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      Chapter 25
      Descent (Pulse)

      Rosa gave a little snarl as she stared at some ruined building, the site of this next meeting. It looked like a mess, but only worse inside she assumed. The top was missing and everything else gave off this, “dirty” and “breaking” atmosphere.

      “Grr…I can at least get why here,” She grumbled, “no one in their right mind would think this place isn’t structurally unstable let alone a meeting place.” She stopped for a second to give one more look at the scenery before going through a large hole in the building. The moon was shining brightly over a lake below with a forest building its way up the mountain before shallowing down to nothing at the elevation she was. “…at least this is quiet.”

      Upon entering, she was surprised to see the lack of well…anything. Just some occasional broken boards or fallen wall, but for items to fill it up, there was nothing. “What was this place?” she mused aloud.

      “Some barracks more than likely,” a gravelly voice informed her.

      Despite this surprising intrusion, she only gave a little flinch before realizing who it was. “Oh…they sent you here too?” she lazily asked, turning around.

      She looked with a “half closed” gaze at the roserade in front of her. Her head petal was light purple near the base with it slowly transitioning to white. Her leafy body was a calming green, and her bouquets were blue and red respectively

      “Yes, shocking isn’t it,” she replied with a little mischievous grin, “sending two lovely attractive ladies here to set things up for gentlemen.”

      Rosa didn’t reply, but just kept up an unconcerned look. “Let’s just get this over with.” She walked into the large room that covered the entire building’s perimeter.

      “Oh, why in such a rush Rosa?” the grass type asked with a little honeyed titter at the end.

      “Because unlike you, I don’t find moving pillars for tables any more appealing than sitting in a room doing nothing.” She levitated such a pillar with her telekinesis and set it somewhere for the first area. “Now, make yourself useful.”

      “Already did hon,” the lady flower whispered.

      “Huh? Where?”

      “Where else, but a nice lovely little basement,” She answered, pointing her bouquet hand at a spot covered by some rubble. Rosa gave her a skeptical look, but was just answered with a suspicious smile from the associate. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, a little fake confusion added.

      Rosa just kept her grumblings to herself as she levitated the large rocks out of the way, revealing a staircase going underground. She headed down without a word, soon followed by her much more playful and annoying helper.

      The path was lit up by an illumination orb she kept floating two feet in front of her. For a few seconds it was just tense silence, before Rosa scowled at more bi*** questions from the girl behind her. “So, how’s was Brielle?”

      “Boring,” she mumbled.

      “Well with that attitude no wonder,” she teased at Rosa, “I bet you’d like to bring down the ceiling at some get togeth-”

      “How about I bring down the stair’s ceiling on you?” Rosa said back, below a shout but with the aggression of one.

      “Nasty,” she laughed in response, only aggravating Rosa more, “no boy is going to fall for that prickly of a demeanor.”

      “Why don’t you fill your whore mouth Delilah,” she muttered to herself. She let out a little tense snarl at a laugh from behind.”

      “Call me Del, love.”

      Rosa got a little shiver from the tone. How about I call you “mute” when I rip that trap of a tongue out of your mouth and shove it into one of your eyes sockets! She ranted in her head. Thankfully, she reached the bottom of the stairway by the time she finished her inner threats.

      She looked around the room and had to admit to herself it was better than expected. It looked like a minor Amerstrian senate chamber, but a lot less grand and straight to the point. She looked at the three circles of stone, all set up and crafted like connected seats for a play.

      “So…if you have this done then-”

      “Why are you here?” Del interrupted. The Roserade gave a little smirk at Rosa’s annoyed grunt as a response. “Well,” she began, “we have to keep this place secured till the girls and boys get here.”

      Well joy, she complained in her head, however long with this bi***. She gave a groan in frustration as she sat down on one of the circles, crossed her arms, one leg over the other and sulked.

      Del, walked over to a wall on the side and gave a look at how it was holding up. “Wonder how old this is?”

      This question surprised Rosa a little. “You ‘wonder’,” she said, raising a brow, “that’s not like you.”

      “Well,” Del said with a smirk, “maybe if you get out of your sour patch of a room you’ll get to see Pokémon that are more than they seem.”

      Rosa turned her head and pointed her face upwards.

      Del, slowly walked along the wall, moving the petals on her left arm across it while looking at it. “Hmm…Rosa, what race are you?”

      “Why do you care?” She inquired, so swiftly it was just short of offended.

      “Oh nothing.” She stopped and stared at the wall. “Who was your master?”

      Rosa didn’t reply immediately. She just looked at the side.

      Del just gave a laugh that was grating to Rosa’s head. “Well, not feeling in a sharing mood then, well.”

      Del looked at Rosa and leaned against the wall, “Mine happened to be one of our higher members.”
      Rosa gave her a look of indifferent sympathy rather than interest. “…Veranium?”

      “Nope”

      “…Plagues?”

      “Heh, no a currently dead one,” Del hinted with a smile.

      “And suddenly I don’t care,” Rosa sarcastically stated, looking away from Del.”

      “True,” Del replied, sitting a ways away from Rosa, “doesn’t do a mon good for their teacher being killed.”

      “You seem awfully okay with it,” Rosa subtly shot.

      “Oh he wasn’t much,” Del said out loud. She then looked at Rosa and playfully asked, “You sure you don’t want to share.”

      Rosa just scowled.

      Del then wrapped her arms around her torso and sighed. “Could you imagine getting one of them?”

      “‘Them’ who?” Rosa asked, raising a brow amid her scowl.

      “One of those really high level leaders.” She said, looking at the ceiling as if trying to picture them. “Ooh I know,” she chirped squirming in her seat. “Which one would you have?”

      Rosa rolled her eyes. “Don’t care,” she grunted.

      “Sure you don’t.” She quipped. “I bet it’s Daemon.”

      “No”

      Del thought for another guess. “Ah, Veranium. He’s interesting.”

      “And a stuck-up.” Rosa flicked her hair with a twist of her head.

      Del, covered a giggle with her flower hands as she suggested, “Plagueus?”

      “Arceus no!” Rosa reciprocated with a shout.

      Del thought some more, “Azazel?”

      “Getting much colder,” Rosa huffed.

      “Why not?” Del asked, “I mean it’s not like you’re dating him. Plus you’d get near that young haxorus of his.”

      “Trishula?” Rosa turned her head to Del, “What’s so appealing about him?”

      “Well.” Del rolled over on her stomach and looked at Rosa, “He’s hot for one thing.”

      “Of course,” Rosa interrupted with a passive remark and an eye roll to add.

      Del cleared her throat to indicate she wasn’t finished yet. “He’s also: quiet, intelligent and loyal.”

      “To his goal.” Rosa mentioned.

      “Goal?” Del inquired, getting interested as shown be her getting up onto her knees.

      Sh**! Rosa cursed in her head. She tried to find something in the room to divert the discussion to, but couldn’t find anything before Del started pressing her like a little girl.

      “Oh what goal? Tell me, tell me, tell me,” She pestered.

      “No,” Rosa rebuked, “it was a long time ago’ I dunno if he even still has it.”

      “Oh?” a nefarious smile curved over Del’s face, “you’ve known him for a while?” She moved a little closer and asked, “What’s he like?”

      “Grow up,” was all Rosa said.

      Del just gave a little laugh. She looked up at the rock ceiling and said out loud, “I wonder what your goal is Rosa?” Rosa sorta shifted a little, catching Del’s attention in the process. “You do have one right?” Del inquired.

      “O-of course, Del,” she defended. She crossed her arms closely.

      “And what is it about?” Del pressed further, earning a scowl from Rosa.

      “None of your concern.” Rosa got up and was on her way out when Del said in a serious tone.

      “Be careful…”

      This caught Rosa off guard, as she spun around. “What do you mean, ‘Be careful’,” she demanded in an angry tone, that in all fairness was more caught in the moment than sincerely angry.

      Del just stayed silent with a serious face on. She leaned onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. “They say, that moving up has its rewards. But I wonder…what those ‘rewards’ are. You see the ones that are above our little council, and the kinds of Pokémon they are…it’s enough to make you wonder what you would be should you become one.”

      Rosa stayed silent at this, honestly taking those words into her mind. What is she talking about? She thought, before an even more judging question came out vocally, “Why are you talking about this?”
      Del just shifted a little, looking up. “Just curious…maybe even, concerned. Rosa, you met with Trishula right?”

      “Y-yeah.,” was her reply.

      Del rolled off her back onto her stomach again, looked at her with a fixed gaze and said in a tone not like her playful self. “Can you say he’s the same Pokémon as when you met him?”


      < O >


      “…Hm…h-huh?” Vragon moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. “Is it morning already?” he grumbled as rolled over to try and get comfortable, closing his eyes for more sleep. In his drowsy state, he didn’t notice at first he was lying down on something flat. “Hmm..huh? The floor?” he opened his eyes slowly and saw only darkness. “Wait…is it still night?” He was very perplexed, though he attributed to his tiredness. He sat up and looked around. Everything was dark. Everything was quiet.

      “…Huh? This…am I in a soul link?” he muttered out loud, trying to get up on his sleepy legs. “But I don’t remember doing it with anyone. Reverse, I think I was asleep. Did someone do it with me while I was asleep?” He looked around trying to make sense out of all this.

      It was only after he had fully woken that he felt it. It was like a little vibration, reverberating to a slow steady beat. He felt it through the ground and all through his body. What? He thought, even more confused by this.

      He looked in the direction he presumed it was coming from and debated on what to do. Should I? I mean…if this is a soul link, then sitting around doing nothing won’t bode well. I mean, who would do a soul link with me while I was asleep? Seliph? Maybe…or is this even a soul link? Could it be a…dream? He took a few steps towards the origin of the consistent vibrations. Well…no good just sitting here if I’m in a dream or a soul link. Maybe I’ll find something about myself or whoever did this if I look.

      He started jogging in that direction, his fraxure feet noiselessly pacing on the cold floor below him. It felt…weird. He figured this was his soul link, but it felt different. Colder. It wasn’t like any other ones he’d initiated with Jaron, Ciecro or even Seliph. “What’s going on?” he mumbled as he pressed on.

      After some minutes of running he stopped as he heard a sound. Wha? He shot to listen in case it came again. It passed along with the constant vibration and the sound was familiar. A…pulse? He started walking towards the direction of the noise, getting more and more curious as the sound grew louder.

      As he looked closer to the darkness in front, he started to see some light. What is that? He started to run over towards it, but was suddenly set upon by the vibration suddenly surging violently. He fell forward, but managed to catch himself and looked around. His jaw hung open as he slowly turned around to see a huge monolith. In the upper half of the plain stone monolith was some large strange rectangular stone, pulsating a dark blue light alongside the vibration beat. He turned around, once again facing the light that had caught his eyes earlier.

      “…What is going on?” Cautiously, he resumed his path to the light shivering a little. Suddenly he stopped as he noticed something strange. The purple light from the monolith, seemed to stay just as bright behind him. He turned around again, but this time he was shocked at what he saw. The stone in that monolith was floating, pulsating inside some silhouette emitting a strange dark blue aura. His breathing slowed as he just stood there as the silhouette slowly began taking an enormous shape.

      It’s arms slowly grew bulky with dangerous claws, it’s biped legs stretched till it’s inward pointing toes touched the dark ground, It’s body large hunched over slightly sprouting a head from the top that seemed more like a war helmet with eye holes rather than face. Its body was a rather mid-shade of silver, with straight lines of dark blue coursing to areas of his body, but all coming from the monolith in the center.

      The thing slowly moved towards him. Vragon finally snapped out of his frozen fear and began running from it. What is that thing‽ he shouted in his head, not giving the creature another look as he rushed towards the blue light ahead. As he ran, he noticed something odd about the ground ahead. The blue light was reflecting on the ground in front of him, but strangely not for the area ahead of him. He braked his run, narrowly stopping before falling over a cliff into the darkness below.

      His breathing sped up and he started to shake. He had narrowly escaped falling into the void below. He slowly turned around, terrified at his close encounter only to be cornered by this thing after him. He looked up to see it towering over him; it’s head seemingly looking at him though he couldn’t tell due to it not having eyes or even sockets for them. “S-s-stay away,” Vragon shouted, slowly backing to the edge.

      The massive armored dragon like creature didn’t comply. It slowly walked towards him and began raise it’s right arm. Its armor like claw with very sharp fingers widened as if it was going for a slash.

      “W-wha? What do you wa-?” he didn’t get to finish. The creature swung down upon him. Vragon’s nerve broke and he fell backwards, managing to avoid the slice but falling into the darkness below.

      He was in free fall, spinning around uncontrollable. He was screaming in the darkness as he went deeper and deeper, the large figure above him slowly going out of sight. As he dove further, his mind suddenly was assaulted by all kinds of voices. Some he recognized, but others were unfamiliar. He clasped his head from the sheer overwhelming stress and terror it was causing him.

      You will live here now-

      My name is Jaron, what’s your na-

      certainly you can attest that there are things-

      What do you want me to do‽ What can I do‽-

      I understand, but I’m conceren-

      You take after your father a lot.

      You miss him, don’t y-

      You cannot surpass lim-

      -under the false idea we know what we're doing.

      This needs to be don-

      -ther, wait!

      Is this what you intende-

      I’ll miss you, all of y-

      -I hope so to

      I’m always proud o-

      Let’s make a promise together, you and me.

      Vragon shot up from his bed, breathing heavily and clasping his chest. He looked around frantically. It was the room he was staying in. It took him a minute before calming down and just taking a moment to process it all. “What was that thing?...There was that monolith. Was it its core? Also, what was that blue light an-and all those voices. ‘Promise together’ what does that mean? What did I promise?” Vragon reached for his pendant on the desk and looked at it as best he could with only the moon for light. “Are you related to that?” he asked his pendant. He let out a sigh. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. He put it back on the desk and tried to go back to sleep.


      < O >


      Jaron was rolling in his sleep, from one side of his bed to the other. “…Stop it.” He mumbled over and over. “St-stop it, don’t go. V-vray come back!” He shot up in a start, breathing heavily. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, he took a solid big breath and groaned, “It was a dream.” He got up and looked outside. The sun had risen and the sky was alight with morning orange, red and purple. He slowly got off his bed and looked outside, silent.

      I have a bad feeling. He crossed his arms and began rubbing them, as if he was cold. He shook his head and gave a determined scowl at the sky. No, I’m just being silly. Letting a dream like that get to me. He gave a little self-chuckle. He walked out into the hallway and gave a stretch in there. “Whelp, better wake up Vray, like we agreed to.”

      He strode on over to the door where Vragon’s lodgings were. He knocked on the door and after giving a yawn he asked, “Hey, you up?” There was nothing but silence. “Vray?” He must be asleep. Jaron slowly opened the door and looked inside. To his surprise Vragon wasn’t there. He rushed into the room scared. As he looked around he noticed a note on Vragon’s bed with his pendant on it. He pulled it out and let out a breath of relief.

      “Don’t scare me like that,” he muttered to himself as he walked out. He made his way to the end of the hall and went up the stairs to the roof. Upon reaching the top, he opened the trap door to the top of the roof. He looked around and sure enough there was Vragon, staring at the sunrise from the ledge on the building.

      “Next time lemme know before you go wandering off,” Jaron chuckled, surprising Vray in the process.

      “Oh, you’re up now.” The fraxure gave Jaron a grateful smile.

      “Yeah, especially with the scare you gave me,” Jaron teased, making Vray feel a little guilty. “So, what’s with the early morning thing?” He inquired walking over and sitting next to Vray on the edge of the building, letting his legs dangle down over the side.

      “I mean, I like sunrises Jaron. You of all Pokémon know that.”

      “Well, it’s kinda odd to do it when we’re leaving in the morning. Having after thoughts?”

      Vragon gave him a “really” look and raised one brow. “Isn’t that more your area currently?”

      “Maybe,” Jaron said, looking down. This melancholy answer took Vragon by surprised.

      “Jaron, are you okay?” Vragon leaned in closer to check on Jaron’s spaced out face.

      “Hmm…yeah why?” the croconaw said, moving back a little at Vragon suddenly leaning in close.

      “…Are you sure?” Vragon asked, giving a skeptical look at Jaron, “I’ve seen better attempts at you playing it cool.”

      “Okay, okay, you got me,” Jaron admitted, a little annoyance in his tone. “I couldn’t get it out of my head and having some dumb nightmare didn’t help.”

      “Nightmare?” Vragon repeated, his eyes widening as the image of his own flashed back into his memory.

      “Yeah,” Jaron said with a sulky tone and crossing arms to match. “Like, I know it sounds cheesy or silly, but … lately I’ve just had thoughts about-”

      “About what?” Vragon asked, switching his attention back to Jaron.

      “…Argh, like I can’t stop thinking about that dragon and his goons and attacking and just hurting or killing you. I don’t want to think about it, but it won’t go away.” Jaron rest his arms onto his croconow knees and just looked at the ground three stories down.

      Vragon just remained silent, joining him in the view to the ground. “I had a nightmare too,” Vragon admitted.

      This time it was Jaron to turn and look at Vragon. “You too?” he asked, in a anticipating but not in a happy way tone.

      Vragon just kept his gaze on the ground and murmured. “It didn’t make sense. It was weird and…” he let out a sigh. “Jaron…I can’t help but get the idea that something is out there. Something bigger or some kind of thing.”

      “Like those red eyes?” Jaron look back at the ground and scowled.

      “Don’t worry, we promised we’d watch each other’s back and all.” Vragon turned and gave an encouraging eye closed smile, a rather sudden shift that even made Jaron feel awkward.

      “Yeah.” Jaron nodded after being won over. He held out his fist, which was firmly bumped by his dragon friend. “To Frantal town I guess.”

      “But first those supplies.” Vragon got up and stood on the ledge. He stretched out his arm at the sun as if trying to catch it, though not closing his fist.

      “You know, you do that a lot,” Jaron mentioned, standing up as well.

      “I dunno, I like it when the sun is level with us and I can just reach forward as if grabbing myself or whatnot…that was a terrible way to word it.”

      The two shared a laugh and got down. They swung their respective arms over each other’s shoulders and headed for the door to the 2nd floor.


      < O >

      Darkness was all around in a large room. There was rubble of stones and broken pillars littering the area, the only area that seemed clean from the gravel was a large circular stone pedestal. It stood in the ray of light coming from a circular window. The design depicted a rectangular like door in a sea of red, purple, yellow, dark blue and orange stained glass. This light made the darkness around seem all the more thick and the light in the center seemingly more pure in the haziness of smoke that it shown.

      The light shined down upon a figure in the center. It was slightly hunched in anatomy, but was looking up at the window. Its arms were at its sides and it seemed to be floating. It wore a black outfit, with strong fabric that covered its body. His sleeves were drooped down along with his arms, but curved forwards near the wrist along with the hands. This figure just looked at the window in silence and stillness.

      As he stood in the light another figure appeared in the circle, illuminated. He wore an outfit like the other being. A small sliver of the face was visible through the reflection underneath the hood, from some metal as part of a helm. This figure was larger than the one in the center. At the end of his sleeves were two massive gauntlets with sharp claws. This stranger stood on the edge, in silence.

      “…What is it?” A deep mechanical like voice inquired from the figure in the center, keeping its gaze on their only source of light.

      “I wish to hear of your progress in Amestria.” A much deeper, bass sound came from the other’s suggestion of inquiry. The larger mon folded his arms back behind is back.

      “That is my concern…however, I will inform you that everything is going well. We have some senators in talks with us.”

      “…Is the progress, satisfactory?” The larger one asked, tilting his head slightly with his hood following.

      “Patience Pathos,” the other one declared with a hint of pride, gesturing one arm to his left, “it is better to ensure quality rather than rush something as large as this. I assure you, it will be ready.” The figure then slowly turned around and looked at the other mon. Two thin red eyes lit up beneath his hood as he addressed the one near the darkness. “And what of your mission? How does it fair?”

      Pathos returned his arms to his side, and replied with a deep tone through the voice distorter. “Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to locate the target. However, my other mission bodes well.” He then took a few steps forward and looked down at the thin red lines staring back at him. “Azazel…I’m curious about you sending your apprentice to Triacal. What are you planning?”

      “Rest assured Pathos,” Azazel replied, “I merely sent him to continue the mission I gave him.”

      “Mission or obsession?” the other questioned, crossing his large arms across his the chest area of his cloak.

      “You are quite the intruder Pathos. I don’t ask how you and your apprentice handle things.” The other remarked, not so much offended as pleased by this passive aggression. “How is the little one?” he inquired with a slither at the end.

      “He is better.” Pathos looked past Azazel to the window. “I am pleased with his progress.”

      “Indeed,” Azazel slithered a reply, turning around halfway to look at the window as well. “Trishula will make a fine member I’m sure.”

      “Are you sure he will be elected?” Pathos inquired, raising a clenched gauntlet fist to the base of his hood.

      “Undoubtedly, if he is able to control himself and handle the struggles there is no need to worry. I’ve ensured that his former likeness is all but replaced.”

      Pathos removed his arm from its spot and with a firm but still indoor volume blurted, “Your methods are cruel.”

      Azazel gave a dark laugh as he looked back at Pathos from under his hood, “And you believe yours are superior? You may garner my respect, but not for your wisdom.”

      “…Why did you choose him?” Pathos inquired, tensing his arms crossed across his chest, “did you have an intended purpose for him?”

      “I saw something…lethal in there. Potential I didn’t want wasted on a culture that refuses to truly weaponize the true inner nature of mons. What I have brought is a mon that will indeed defeat Aegis. I’m sure of it.”

      “And if he comes short?” Pathos asked, uncrossing his arms and looking directly to Azazel.

      “Then he will have been the footstool for the next.” Azazel turned to Pathos. “Was there something about yours that gave you the desire to make him your apprentice? Did you sense potential in him?”

      Pathos walked past Azazel and looked up at the stained glass high above them. “…No…”

      “No? So was it simply just your act of mercy?” Azazel looked at Pathos from behind.

      “…Yes.” He turned to look at Azazel, one large solid red light appearing from under the hood.

      “Be careful Pathos,” Azazel said, floating over to join him at the side, “attaching yourself to someone isn’t like you.”

      “Don’t warn me Azazel,” Pathos softly rebuked, “I haven’t forgotten my true goal and promise.” Pathos return his gaze to the window. “I wonder…what Aegis was like.”

      “No doubt like other Pokémon, just with more responsibility,” Azazel answered, joining him in gazing at the window. There was only silence for a while between the two, merely gazing at the window reflecting light through its beautiful colors onto them.

      Pathos then turned his head to Azazel and said, “Are you going to apprehend him?”

      “If he is the one we’re after, it is a priority. After all, Aegis is someone we require. Though, there is still much time before our next phase can occur.” Azazel turned to look back at Pathos and asked, “What of Mephiles’s plans?”

      Pathos shook his head. “He’s all but focused on his…project. He believes it will be optimal in acquiring the originals. Though…I trust you had his guidance in going after Aegis.” Pathos turned to face Azazel and with a cold tone in his distorted deep voice said, “He is the best means for us to find him after all.”

      Azazel just gave a chilling laugh as he looked back at the window. “Pathos, Pathos, we have many paths we can tread with many ways to travel them. They all will lead to the same ending. Our victory and truth.”

      Pathos looked back at the window and muttered, “Truth…” his fists tightly clenched, earning Azazel’s stern attention. Pathos gazed up at the window, turned around, and walked out slowly.

      “Where are you going?” Azazel inquired.

      Pathos stopped, and remained silent. He then turned his head slightly and said, “It’s time I pay another visit. I need reassurance once more.” He left.

      Azazel just let out a little dark chuckle turned back to the window and muttered out loud, “Reassurance indeed.” His head fell slightly as he closed his eyes and grinned underneath his mask. I will first meet with Trishula in Brielle and set him on his next trial. He suddenly moved his head up slightly once more to the window. Jetze Trishula, wirst du bald die Wahrheit aufdecken. Natürlich, wirst du von sich selbst lernen.

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      Jetze Trishula, wirst du bald die Wahrheit aufdecken. Natürlich, wirst du von sich selbst lernen.– “Now Trishula, you will soon discover the truth. Naturally, you will learn from yourself.”
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      The first part with Rosa and Del I find it a bit strange the narration didn't mention Del's name until a bit later. Also while I get Rosa being very annoyed at Del, I feel some slurs she used like "whore" is a bit much and uncomfortable to me. Otherwise their interactions there were fun and Del being the playful time is portrayed well there.

      So I take it both Vragon and Jaron have the same dream due to the soul link? Either way though, the dream in Vragon's POV though sounds like big things are indeed coming.

      I think this is Azarel's first proper appearance, right? Don't have too much thoughts on him yet, but seems he's the type to take things slow and make sure nothing goes astray. He's been mentioned several times I recalled, so I'm assuming he'll be active now or at least fairly soon.
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      Old October 22nd, 2018 (10:08 PM).
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        Okay, so: admittedly, this is my first time reading this fic and rather than starting from the beginning, I've begun on your most recent chapter (25) just to mix it up a bit. Normally, I'd have a bazillion questions and wouldn't like to start midway through something but I'm fairly certain that I was able to ascertain who most of the characters were through your writing so - kudos for that!

        Having said that, I'm definitely going to go back and read some more from the beginning to fill in some blanks.

        I enjoyed the catty back and forth between Rosa and Del, it really showed off their characters well and I also particularly enjoyed the way Vragon's descent into the voices was written - it really was a great way to showcase the confusing chaos of what was happening to him in quite a simple yet effective manner.

        The third part was very mysterious and that was where I felt like pre-reading would have benefitted me as there were a few things I couldn't grasp from context. But going by Bay's review, it seems as if this was Azrael's first 'on-screen' appearance and so an aura of mystery was meant to be a large part of this section, which did definitely come across.

        Something I did notice as a reader was that your story is being told from a third person narrative and it can be very tempting to start your sentences with a pronoun but I noticed this a few times in succession which threw me from enjoying the story as much (this is with my overly-critical teacher head on here) so just something to keep an eye on:

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        “Hmm..huh? The floor?” he opened his eyes slowly and saw only darkness. “Wait…is it still night?” He was very perplexed, though he attributed to his tiredness. He sat up and looked around.


        His breathing sped up and he started to shake. He had narrowly escaped falling into the void below. He slowly turned around, terrified at his close encounter only to be cornered by this thing after him. He looked up to see it towering over him; it’s head seemingly looking at him though he couldn’t tell due to it not having eyes or even sockets for them.


        He crossed his arms and began rubbing them, as if he was cold. He shook his head and gave a determined scowl at the sky. No, I’m just being silly. Letting a dream like that get to me. He gave a little self-chuckle. He walked out into the hallway and gave a stretch in there.
        Aside from that, I enjoyed it! Definitely looking forward to reading more.
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        Old November 10th, 2018 (4:40 PM).
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          Chapter 26
          Traveling Joy

          Okay, lets run through this again, an energetic Dolly said to her not as thrilled group, as they stood at the edge of Vergiums main street, leading out of town.

          Come on, weve already checked four times, Jaron groaned, cutting her offer before she could start.

          He swung his travel pack to his other shoulder. I think were good.

          Dolly just gave a little chortle patting Jaron on his head, much to his annoyance. Come now Jaron, this isnt some simple travel trip. Were going to be walking for hours so we have to make sure were ready. Wanna make this as enjoyable and problem free as possible, after all.

          Odd that youd take something like that with such anticipation, Vragon muttered, equally disgruntled about her bubble demeanor.

          Dolly turned to the frustrated fraxure to share some of her sunshine with him. Come now guys, this is something I really enjoy. Hiking is good for your muscles anyways and we get to pass by Mt. Travail. Some neat sites to see and whatnot.

          Its almost like you forgot were heading to Frantal town as a risk of being attacked by crazies. The croconaw looked to the side and scowled and a little frustrated grunt.

          Dolly was about to reply, but was beat to it by Seliph. Come now Jaron, it wont be so bad. Besides, a good trip might have more than youd expect, the greninja encouraged. Jaron just turned his head further, making Seliph sigh.

          The croconaw then looked back at the town and with some snarling parsed between his words. Whats taking them so long? What are they doing, making out in some alley?

          Jaron! Vragon objected walking up to a surprised Jaron, They wouldnt do something like that.

          However, his stern gaze shifted to a mischievous smile in an instant as he followed with, They probably are just holding hands as they shop for something berry juice to share on the trip. He gave a playful punch onto Jarons shoulder. Jaron gave a happy smirk and opened his mouth to add another comment.

          Okay, thats enough you two, Dolly interjected putting her big hands on one of their shoulders. Dont get all silly with it. After all, they need to-

          Dont you dare! the two shouted in unison, leading to her laughing.

          Im just playing with you two, she stated with a smile, Im sure theyll be here soon. Just do me a favor and try and survive the next few minutes.

          Excuse me! Vragon objected.

          Well Im just saying, Vragon, theyll be back in a second. She stood up and rolled her arm.

          How do you know? Jaron inquired, not buying Dollys answer. The two stood in front of her, giving her serious gazes.

          Dolly had her audience. She cleared her throat and said, Because, paused and then finished with the punchline, its second nature to me.

          Fu** you! Jaron shouted, turning around swinging angrily.

          Why do you do this to us? Vragon exclaimed, equally angry and active, Why do you make us suffer?
          Dolly just laughed and patted the two on their heads. Because you both help make the hour go by in minutes.

          That doesnt even make sense, Jaron accused.

          Ah, so you noticed. My Jaron, youre very wary today.

          There was only silence. Jaron looked on the verge of killing, Vragon was more concerned about Jarons wellbeing and sanity and Dolly had her mischievous devil smile on.

          Seliph took the opportunity to put a few steps in between him and the three. He headed for the side of a building, pulling out his Norfarion badge. He turned back to see Dolly having Jaron and Vragon in headlocks with Dollys arms as they struggled to get their hand on her shouting most, unsavory things and grab her while she merely laughed in a playful manner. He walked around the side and leaned on the buildings wall, and waited till he was certain they were too busy cutting up to notice. He pulled out the badge and pressed the button, pulling up the holocaster. He whispered to the badge, Seliph, code: pi in the sin of a unit circle results in a zero tolerance and therefore a simple false of an answer.

          It didnt change, leading him to give out an annoyed groan. He looked around the corner to see if they were stull cutting up. His eyes widened in surprise to see Jaron was on Dollys back hanging trying pull her down while Vragon was trying to get to her, but still being held back by one of her hands while the other one was trying to get Jaron off. Vragon was roaring Jaron was cursing and Dolly was laughing really hard. Seliph just watched the scene for a few seconds before going back around the wall out of sight. A relieved sigh came from his mouth and he turned back to the holocaster. After clearing his throat, Seliph said to the badge in a louder tone. Seliph, code: pi in the sin of a unit circle results in a zero tolerance and therefore a simple false of an answer.

          It accepted the second answer and displayed a request for who to send the message to. He said, Swift and Garon and immediately checked on the group again. Status: call, he added, keeping his eyes on the group, with Jaron and Vragon still trying to bring Dolly down, while she was making it very hard for them all with a smile on his face.

          It displayed a spinning loading circle around a Norfarion crest in the center. However it after a few minutes of the same contacting screen he was starting to get anxious and began pacing up and down the wall grumbling. Come on, come on, pick up the blasted badge, he griped in a low voice, getting tense at how long it was taking. He took more and more checks on the roughhousing group and with each one his heart felt like it was speeding up. Thankfully, a voice finally greeted him.

          Hm? Seliph is that you? the voice said in a happy greeting.

          Shhh, keep it down, Seliph hushed, taking another look at the noisemaking trio that now was composed of Jaron and Vragon on a laughing Dolly, lying on her back.

          Okay, the voice replied, did something happen? Why dont you have display on?

          Dont want to risk being seen. He looked around the corner to see that the two were now on top of a grounded Dolly. He darted his head back to the badge. Look, I dont have much time I-

          As he spoke, the voice of Ciecro boomed from the opposite end of the building. What are yall doin? Seliph moved his head to see Ciecro walk over to the pile of three and give a snort, while Jasmine just sighed and shook her head. He moved back to the badge and in a speedy pacing said, I have to go now, but were taking the trail passing in the mountain pass near Mt. Travail. Meet us at the trail.

          Seliph! Jasmine called out, filling Seliph with a chill through his spine.

          Okay, where on the tr-

          Seliph out.

          Wait, tell us wher- he shut the badge display off and shoved it back into his inner vest pocket. He let out a deep sigh as he gathered himself and strode out from his spot. Im here, he said with a wave gaining everyones attention. Didnt want to interrupt your little fun and all. He let out a casual chuckle, hoping they wouldnt ask what he was doing.

          There, with Seliph thats everyone, Dolly announced, getting onto her feet, alright. One more check around for everyone. Now line up! Everyone shot into a line as Dolly paced in front. She stopped in front of Jaron and pointed to him, asking, What are you carrying for the trip?

          Is this really necessary Dolly? he inquired with a tilt of his head and crossing of his arms.

          Yes, we should do one last minute check, plus you all did form a line, she reasoned.

          Not what I meant, but whatever; Ive got orbs on there, Jaron pointed to his belt with some packets on it and then to his backpack lying in the pile they made, and some provisions and remedies.

          Good. Dolly then walked over to Vragon asked the same.

          I have the map, some escape orbs, rope and a few remedies and berries as well. He replied with a little more excitement than Jaron, as he patted on of his backpacks shoulder loops.

          She moved to Ciecro and asked, And you ha-

          Remedies, awhbs, rope, hooks an dat kinda shi*, he grunted, interrupting her.

          Okay, Jaz how about you?

          Some berries for healing status, another copy of the map, some escape orbs and a communication orb for each one of us as well as barrier orbs. She gave an energetic grin, making Dolly smirk.

          Seliph, what about you?

          Seliph raised a brow, sorta surprised she was asking him. Oh welluhm I have some stuff that I carry and my own provisions. He fiddled in his pockets a little.

          Fine, fine, Dolly said, getting the message. She then backed from the group, turned around and said. Okay, now for this trip, safety is important. Therefore I want each of you to choose a partner for the trip.

          What are we, infants? Jaron murmured in a low tone, rolling his eyes.

          His quiet tone wasnt quiet enough. Dolly gave a villainous grin and announced, My partner will be Jaron.

          Jarons following expression was a mix of surprise, anger, but mostly dread. Oh no, no, no, He said, over and over and over. No, I wanna be partners on this trip with Vragon, not yo- He stopped however at gazing into the cold death abyss that was Dollys death stare. Y-y-yesma-am. His head fell down in submission.

          Good now, the rest of you decide, Dolly said with some beam in her tone.

          Well. Jasmine looked Vrays way. I think Ill vote for-

          However she didnt get to finish before Ciecro made his claim. Vray

          What? Why me? Vragon inquired, rather surprised by Ciecro actively choosing him.

          Is dat a problem? Ciecro asked, with a snarl beneath his breath. This intimidating tactic worked, and Vragon stepped back nodding.

          Jasmine wasnt pleased by this at all, but just let it out in a deep sigh and said, Its fine. She turned to Dolly and stated, Seliph and me will be a group.

          Dolly then nodded and then gave one big cough for attention. Okay, now that thats done. Off we go, everybody! she exclaimed as she marched in front while Jaron followed grumbling.

          Jasmine and Seliph joined them. Vragon started to tail them but stopped upon noticing Ciecro wasnt moving. Ciecro? he walked up to the charmeleon a little worried but mostly curious. You feeling alright? As he looked at the mons face, he noticed Ciecro seemed to be thinking about something. Something on your mind?

          Hmmhuh? Ciecro, shot up from his inner thoughts, n-n-nothin jus git goin. He shoved passed Vragon and marched on.

          Sorry to bother you out of concern, Vragon growled as he followed grumbling a little.


          Phew good progress group. Dolly wiped the sweat from her forehead as she looked at the trail in front that lead into the mountains. Ah, finally here. She looked up to the sun was and after a few minutes of inner debating muttered to herself, about two hours I think. Better progress. Amid some pants she turned to the group and said, you all doing okay? Jaron was panting up a storm as he hiked his way up to her. Jasmine and Seliph not far behind the overheated croconaw, with Ciecro and Vragon not far behind them.

          Im so fu***** hot, Jaron stated amid his wheezing.

          Dolly gave a little grin as she patted him on the back, yeah, but I was asking how you were feeling? He turned an irritated, dry-faced gaze to her and snarled bearing his sharp teeth at her, making her laugh. Its fine, weve made a lot of good progress. Lets take a break everyone.

          Good, Jasmine grumbled, sitting down and letting out some air as she joined them, This heat was starting to get to me.

          Why even is it so hot right now? Seliph asked looking up and shield his eyes from the sun. Isnt it supposed to be spring?

          Doesnt feel like it hardly, Jaron complained, sitting down on a rock. He pulled out some water canteen and began gulping it down.

          In all fairness, Jaron, Vragon said amid some pants of his own, It is the last month of spring. You know Kyon.

          Well why did it have to get so damn hot all of a sudden? It was fine yesterday! Jaron ranted.

          Now, now, lets all just relax and whatnot, Dolly urged the group. She reached into her pack and took out some pre-sliced berry bread shed made. Here everyone dig in.

          Everyone shot for a slice and immediately began savoring the rich blend only Dolly could do. Jaron gulped down his first bite. This is good, he said with his mouth full.

          Yep. Jasmine nodded in agreement and said as she took another bite, I like the blending in of Oran berries. It really adds a familiar flavor to it.

          Sharp taste, Dolly praised.

          Food nerd, Jaron joked.

          Im not a food nerd, Jasmine shot back, not pleased with this resurfacing.

          Oh, my bad, food connoisseur, Jaron joked. Jasmine got onto her paws and the two began to have a little verbal battle. Dolly just sat there eating her slice, watching the whole scene play out. Seliph was eating his slice, but his back facing the group so he could ponder things.

          Vragon was nibbling on his not paying attention to the entertaining back and forth. He was about halfway into his slice when he looked up to watch the fun, but noticed something. Huh? Wheres Ciecro? Vragon got up and did a search spin. The fraxure finally spotted Ciecro sitting on a rock a little down the path ahead. Looking at his slice, Vragon took one more look at the show of Jasmine yelling, Jaron teasing, Seliph pondering and Dolly trying not to fall over laughing and decided to check on the lone charmeleon.

          Ciecros eyes aimed at the ground, though his focus was on words from the past. Something that he hadnt gotten over.

          Im just a traveler. I want to see amazing sites and all that. Beauties of this world you know.

          Wha kind of sites?

          Have you ever heard of Destiny Tower?


          everyones has heard of i, but everyone knows it don exist anymo. What does he mean by askin me if I heard of dat. His eyes narrowed as the image of Trons arm with that bandage over where his crests would be. He a clansmon o not?

          Whos a clansmon?

          Ciecro shot up as he turned and to see Vragon standing next to him, apparently startled as well. Wha? Don sneak up on me.

          Sorry, didnt mean to disturb you and all. Vragon scratched the back of his head and looked to the side, while bending a little back. I mean, we are assigned partners and all and you were off by yourself so-

          Ciecro cut the mon of early with a, Yeah aight and turned back to his original position.

          Vragon felt sort of disappointed in that reaction, but decided to try something. He thought for a second, to set the scheme in motion and how itd go. After satisfied with his plan, he walked onto a patch of dirt in front of Ciecro and sat down. He then broke off some of his bread and held it out to Ciecro.

          The charmeleon looked at it, and then to Vragon, I aint eatin it out of yah hand.

          Vragon gave an awkward cough to the side and said, No I mean, take it.

          Im not hungry. Ciecro gave a grunt and looked back at the ground.

          Vragon wasnt buying it. How can he pass this? This bead is amazing. Weve been walking for hours. I mean, youve got to keep up your strength, Vragon reasoned.

          Ciecro paused, but finally accepted it and reluctantly began making big spaced out tears into it. As the two ate, Vragon decided to initiate part two of his social interaction scheme. Sohow was your night?

          Aight, was Ciecros reply as he went in for another bite.

          Oh Vragon nibbled some more on his bread, trying to think of something to say. He was about to give up when suddenly Ciecro gave a satisfied noise.

          Some damn good bread. Ciecro licked his chops with a pleased smile as he bit into the bread again.

          Heh, yeah. Vragon nodded in agreement. Dolly knows how to please with food.

          Reverse, yeah Ciecro took another big bite into his, but Vragon stopped. It took Ciecro a few seconds to notice, but he finally stopped and looked at the lost in thought fraxure. Wha? he snapped his fingers in front of Vragon, making him jump. Snap out o it an eat. It was yah idea.

          Oh rightsorry, Vragon said, still a little startled.

          Why yah apologizin? Ciecro asked, tilting his head.

          Oh sorry, I just- Vragon began. Embarrassment filled Vragon at how much of a flying wreck his social scheme had gone.

          Vray, he said with a solid, but soft tone. The fraxure calmed down to listen. Shut upslow down. He nodded to Vragon, who slowly nodded back. The two continued, till Ciecro finished. Damn good food, he said with a grin licking his fingers amid his words.

          Yeah, Vragon said still not done with his.

          Ciecro turned and looked at Vragon and said, Vray?

          Huh? the fraxure looked up surprise. Uhy-y-yeah Ciecro?

          Ciecro pointed to his bread and asked, yah gonna finish dat?

          A mix of disappointment and annoyance crossed Vragons face. Without a word, he offered the remaining piece to Ciecro, who devoured it in a few seconds. Tanks for dat, Ciecro said with a grin, but raised a brow at the now sulking fraxure. Whats up?

          Oh nothing, Vragon lazily replied.

          Okay, he said with a grunt and began looking that ground. His expression didnt change, even after Vragon gave an aggravated sigh. Somethin bothering the twerp? He mulled in his head, starting to question if Vragon was just attention hungry or genuinely bothered by something. He was about to ask when suddenly he heard some footsteps to his right. He turned to look, but only saw a glance of some black and yellow color whizz by him. What dah? he blurted turning to his other side to see his pack vanish around a rock corner. Hey, he shouted, getting to his feet, get back here!

          Vragon shot up in a start at Ciecros sudden shouting and dash into some direction. However, it didnt take him long to put two and two together. Hold on! Im coming to! Vragon shot up and dashed after Ciecro. He darted around the corner as he heard Dolly call out, Where are you going? Wait for us!

          The thief was awfully fast and small enough to navigate through the rocks amid the cliff cracks rather easily and with good speed. Ciecro, however didnt lessen his effort, and continued to tail the Pokmon. Get back here, yah shi*! he roared. The figure didnt obey, much to Ciecros frustration. As the figure and Ciecro neared a sharp think turn, the thief jumped onto the wall and pushed off to make the deep angled turn Ciecro caught a glimpse of the Pokmon taking his backpack. The Pokmon was apparently a heliolisk. It darted down the path as Ciecro jumped and pressed off the wall in pursuit.

          Meanwhile Vragon was doing his best just to keep Ciecro in sight. The fraxure jumped over, ducked under, or maneuvered around the many rocks or gashes in the narrow off beaten path, huffing at every action. Ciecro! he shouted amid his panting, trying to but slowly losing sight of his friend. Damnit! Dont give up now Vragon. He took a big breath and pushed onwards. As neared the turn, Vragon performed the action like the other two, albeit less professionally. As he started on the new course, Vragon spied the path was straight for a while onwards. A grin crossed his face as he climbed up on top of a rather small boulder, but big enough for him to stands over Ciecros height. He then opened his mouth, charged up Dragon Breath, and carefully aimed his shot. He unleashed it upon the sides of the cliffs ahead of the two causing a rock slide and forcing the stranger to stop or be crushed.

          Finally! Ciecro shouted, amid a few heavy breaths as he planted his feet in the ground a few yards from the stranger, ready to fire his Flamethrower should he try something. Thanks, he said without moving his gaze as a panting Vragon joined beside his.

          No, the dragon wheezed, problemC-Ciecro. After a few seconds of resting on his knees, he got up and joined to back up Ciecro.

          Aight, yah had yah fun, now cough up my bag o Ill put dis in yah face, Ciecro threatened, as he showed his clenched fist.

          Whawhat he said, Vragon added, with a few more huffs. He got into his stance, although holding it wasnt easy for excessive panting.

          The thief remained silent, moving the backpack further behind him with his tail. The stare on his smug face showed defiance in the face of the threat and follow up addition.

          This pissed off Ciecro as he was about ready to charge at the cocky lizard. However before he did, the stranger pointed behind him and Vragon. Oh no yah don, Ciecro huffed, Im not falling for it. His eyes changed to annoyance at realizing Vragon had fallen for it. Come on Vray stop bein stupid, he whispered, still focusing on the smirking thief. Vray? He slightly turned his head, and noticed Vragon was still looking behind them, trembling slightly. It was then Ciecro heard low growls behind him from some deep vocal cords. He slowly turned around to see a massive garchomp staring down at them, his white iris eyes felt like Dollys death stare. He slowly backed up and readied to fight. Vragon, snap out o it and help me, He called out, not taking his eyes of the garchomp. Not good, Ciecro muttered in his head, Determining Vragon was too frozen to act.

          You know, the heliolisk said from behind him, if we were after you and your friend, youd be caught by now.

          Angered by this, Ciecro spun around and lashed out, Yeah, well then why did you take my-?

          Slow down sport, the heliolisk urged, with a little chuckle tied down at the end. No harm intended, we just wanted to see what youd do, and we... He leaned back onto Ciecros pack with an even smugger grin. Certainly, youve heard of the bait the prize out into the wild routine.

          Ciecro growled. Yeah, wellyah didnwellFu** you.

          The stranger laughed at this last resort of a defiant response. Oh wow, you do take after him dont yah? Dont he Garon?

          The garchomp behind them looked at the heliosik and said, Certainly, so I take it were done teasing these kids?

          Indeed, the other answered.

          T-t-t-teasing? Vragon managed to say, joining everyone in looking at the lizard. Sothis was all just a

          Prank scare, assessment, harmless fun, and a little test on the little quick of the thinking. A less smug smile crossed the heliolisks face as he tapped a finger to his head.

          Ciecro didnt take this well gesture, snorting at the guy and hashing, Well yah can shove it.

          Now, now Ciecro, the lizard said with a chuckle, that any way to talk to someone you know?

          Ciecro raised a brow raised, as Vragon tiled his head, both in confusion.

          You cant seriously have forgotten us, The lizard exclaimed, his turn to be surprised. I mean, we were your favorite visit. At leastwe looked like it. You nibbled on my tail for crying out loud. You didnt do that to just anyone, right?

          Swift, Garon said putting his talons on one of Ciecro and Vragons shoulders, it has been some time and he was very little.

          I know but-

          Time out! a voice came from above the group. Seliph stood on the edge of the cliff above them. Testing now? Not like you two, he greeted as he jumped his way down to the group.

          Not like us? Garon repeated turning his gaze to Seliph.

          Well, Seliph clarified, I more or less meant the aspect of assessment. Id have the idea you both would just arrive with no trouble rather than some chase.

          Well sorry Seliph, Swift muttered annoyed, not like we were rushing up and down this trail because someone hung up too early and didnt explain the meeting spot.

          Seliph rubbed the back of his head accompanied with a weak laugh. Yeah, you got me there. He then looked at Ciecro, who was now even more confused. Oh Ciecro, you dont remember these two? he pointed to the duo and continued, They worked with our parents. These two visited us when we were really young.

          Uhhuh? Ciecro still didnt get it. Sowait, yah both are?

          Swift gave out a big sigh alongside with a face palm, Never mind, Im sure youll remember us later. For now, we should be getting you all back to- He stopped. Quickly, he jumped onto the crumbled rocks, leaped off, and formed and threw a focus blast at an incoming Ice Beam aimed at Garon.

          Garon in turn, rushed past Vragon and Ciecro and stopped directly underneath Swift firmly planting his feet down, leaned his torso a bit so Swift could land on his back fin and sharply spun as Swift pushed to springboard swift forward.

          The heliolisk, shot straight passed the still processing two and tackled Jaron before the croconaw could fire a second time. Their following roll consisted of Jarons confused and reactionary yelling as Swift just laughed. When it ended, Jaron was pinned down by Swifts knee pressing on the kids right shoulder and stretched across Jarons chest. Good shot, the heliolisk complimented with a smile.

          Wha? How did you? Jaron was about to struggle to free himself, but didnt have to as the heliolisk got off of him just as quickly as he pinned him.

          Swift offered his hand to pull him up and said, I heard it.

          Heard it? the croconaw repeated not understanding, but not enough to not accept the offer to be helped up.

          Yeah, but lets get acquainted first. He turned and waited for Seliph to walk up.

          Jaron, Ciecro, Vragon, Seliph said, looking at all three, These two are Swift and Garon. They were part of Team Alpha and friends of our parents. They visited us when we were little and when you Jaron were just a few months old.

          Jarons jaw dropped. Wait, thenhuh?

          Garon walked up and patted Jaron on the shoulder. Its fine. Highly doubtful you of the three would remember.

          Seliph nodded in agreement. Though, we probably should head back and regroup before we finish introductions.

          Yeah, Swift laughed lightly as he put his arms behind his head and leaned a little to the side, probably the best idea.

          Sowait, Jaron said, walking up to Garon, ifyou both were in our past. Why come back now? Why didnt you see us earlier if you- he stopped as he noticed Garons expression turn to a bothered look. He watched as the large dragon fierce but kind expression was now staring to the side with a big frown. Waitwhats wrong?

          Well, Swift said walking up to him, we didnt know you two were alive untl a few weeks ago. He turned to Ciecro who was just joining them along with Vragon. Though, finding out was probably the best news weve ever had in a long time, he said in a chipper voice and smile that felt more forced than a quick recover. But well explain later, lets just regroup with your other friends first. Come on, Garon.

          Garon moved his back to Swift, who quickly jumped and sat on the garhomps dorsal fin. Garon, Swift and Seliph then headed for the site, conversing as they strolled along. The three confused kids just watched, still unsure what just happened.

          lets go, Ciecro finally said, and went after them. Vragon followed with Jaron picking up the rear, scowling at the ground.


          < O >


          Okay, so let me get this straight. Dolly leaned forward on her rock seat, resting her hands on her knees and firmly gazed at the two across from her. You two are friends and comrades of Ciecro, Jaron and Seliphs late parents.

          Thats right, Garon answered, Swift added with a nod.

          And you didnt know these two were alive until Seliph told you a few weeks ago. And you are here, because Seliph asked you both to come and help.

          Yep, Swift answered, giving her a confident grin.

          Okayso then its fair to say that you both arent on duty?

          Garon nodded, This was a request from Seliph. Nasch knows about it and allowed us to leave, but he hasnt set a limit or anything. We simple are here to keep you safe.

          And this Nasch is?

          Hes the former leader of Team Alpha, the team I, this big lug, Gathor, Freya, Tetheron and others were a part of. Swift tilted his head. Is there something wrong?

          Dolly closed her eyes and shook her head, Noits sensible. She got up and looked at Seliph, so I take it these two were- She stopped short as Seliph answered with a nod. I see, she looked back at the two, well then its good to have some help. Im Dolly, she walked over and held out her hand to the larger one. Ive been a friend of these kids and whatnot.

          Garon quickly accepted it with his talon, then I thank you for the kindness youve given to them.

          Of course, she responded with a nod. Anyways, Seliph. The greninja looked up not expecting her to call for him. Can I see you for a second?

          Sure, the greninja scowled slightly as he tailed Dolly, leaving the group of six to converse amongst themselves. After making some distance, Dolly turned around and looked at him with a rather cold stare.

          Whats wrong? He inquired, not sure what new thing she had to suspect of. Do you distrust their sincerity?

          NoI just dont trust yours. She looked past him and back to the group. From what I gather you had years to tell them that Jaron and Ciecro were aliveand yet you didnt. Why?

          Seliph crossed his arms, annoyed that he had to spell it out. Its simple. Knowledge of them needed to be kept secret.

          Dolly raised a brow out of skepticism. Even from ones that wouldnt harm them? Ones that I can tell were affected a lot at hearing those two were alive.

          Seliph didnt reply, but kept his firm gaze locked at Dollys equally strong stare. After a few minutes, Dolly uncrossed her arms and walks past him, be careful, she whispered as she stopped at his side. Playing with others like that wont always end well.

          Im aware, he replied in a rather annoyed tone. I dont need you to tell me the obvious.

          Dolly just stared at him for a second, and then resumed to walk back at the group.

          Seliph looked forward, frustrated. He then turned around and headed back to the group. Seliph sat down on a rock opposite of the one Dolly rested on. The two kept silent, just staring at each other making everyone else kinda uncomfortable. Finally, Garon decided to break the silence.

          I see youve grown up well Ciecro, Jaron. He gave as friendly a smile he could, despite the sort of heavy atmosphere.

          Uhthank you, Jaron replied, sorta uneasy and still coming to terms with who this garchomp was. Ciecro just nodded and gave a grunt as his reply.

          So, when did you visit these two? Jasmine inquired, leaning in a little closer.

          Well, Swift crosses his arms, Jaron was only a few months after hatching. Ciecro was two and Seliph was five. Heh, dang it was a weird time.

          Weird? Jasmine followed up.

          All eyes went upon Swift who brushes a finger on his snout and said, You kids were pretty lively. I think I went home with a bigger smile than when I got there, and well that was because of you three. He gave a short look at all three siblings and looked at the fire. I have some fond memories, more than just the nibbling of my tail by Ciecro.

          Nibbling of your tail? Dolly repeated, leaning in a little, peaking with mischievous interest.

          Ciecro shifted in his seat, annoyed at hearing it for a second time and even more so that Dolly was asking for more.

          Well, let me see here. He leaned back with a smile, looked up and said, there was one time he was rolling in some grass and I was watching him with Gathor. He let out a pre-chuckle that sent a chill of dread down Ciecros spine. And well, accidentally rolled off a little hump in the ground and the look on his face was likeso priceless and cute.

          Daaaaaawww, Dolly said as she leaned in closer feeling all jelly inside just thinking about what the face could be, was it one of those like a baby shinx walking into a wall?

          More like a little squirtle accidentally stumbling into a puddle, Garon added with a little laugh.

          Jaron was trying his best to hide his laughter at the image of Ciecro doing all three of those things. Ciecro however was doing his best to shrink in his rock seat. Vragon just looked down, because he couldnt stop a few chuckles. Jasmine had to put a paw to her face to keep from being too loud.

          Garon then sat up and added, Course, another thing he did was when he was on Gathors head sleeping and Gathor let out a yawn at the same time and he slid down the back. Thankfully, I was able to catch him and he let out a little confused dragon coo.

          Oh my Arceus, that sounds adorable! Dolly gushed out, I wish I could have seen Ciecro when he was a wittle charmander. Have him sleep on my head or in my pouch and all, maybe even feel his little heart beat.

          A snarl came from the charmeleon. Swift then said, after regaining his breath and wiping some tears from his little laughter fit. He was cute, but probably shouldnt make him any redder. Right Ci- he took one glance at the curled up charmeleon and just lost it. He fell over laughing, and thus everyone else couldnt hold it in. Everyone was laughing, but a very red and embarrassed Ciecro.

          Yall suck! Ciecro shouted standing up. Unfortunately it was a few minutes before anyone could reply from their little laughing fits.

          I-I-Im s-s-s-sorry Ciecr-r-r-ro, Dolly said amid her laughter, I-It just sound so cute and all a-and I could hear the little cooeing inside my head.

          Of course, Garon interjected, finally regaining control from his laughter, we have some interesting little, Jaron, stories too. His eyes looked at Jaron, who immediately stopped laughing.

          Jaron was about to reply, but was cut off by Vragon saying, yeah, Id like to hear some nice and embarrassing stories about Jaron.

          Yeah, Jasmine added leaning in near Jaron alongside Vragon from the other side.

          A scowl surge over Jarons face as he quietly whispered a, fu** you two.


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          The sun was down as the group reached the rest stop in the mountain pass. Deciding it was time to rest, the group utilized the smooth made ground and formed a fire in the middle. They began talking about many things, getting to know the two new mons more and them sharing more stories. One by one group retired till only Ciecro and Seliph remained. Seliph gave a few glances at his brother, who was keeping his gaze firmly upon the fire. Seliph stayed quiet, debating whether or not to try and start a conversation. Finally his pro-conversation side won.

          Ciecro, Seliph ventured, How was the trip for you so far? Seliphs warming smile faded at the reply only being a grunt. Silence resumed, till Seliph gave out a defeated sigh. He was about to get up and leave, when Ciecro said in a low tone, what were yah doin?

          Seliph turned and gave him a confused look, leading to Ciecro to snarl a little stand up and clarify, What were yah doin while yah were gone?

          Ohjust, Seliph pondered for a moment, a little caught off guard by the question. I wanted to find out who the red eyes were. Seliphs arms flung down to his sides. I wanted to find who they were. What they were after.

          Why didn yah jus git help? Ciecro asked, his face slowly becoming more longingly curious than his basic hostility.

          Seliph didnt say anything; he just looked at the fire. I felt small compared to these red eyes.
          Ciecros eyes widened at hearing the word small from his brother.

          Seliph continued. I wanted to be able to fight them, but I didnt know what to do. After ensuring you both werent tied to me, I went doing whatever basic work I could while making my way in research. UnfortunatelyIm not mother so I dont have the knowledge so I did my best just to try and find them. Seliphs fists clenched. And get answers for who they are and what theyre after. Seliphs eyes scowled as he looked at the flames dance from the logs they were consuming.

          Ciecro looked to the side. Does he really feel like dat? Ciecro wasnt sure. He didnt get the chance to ask as Seliph walked away after saying a night to him before going off to his own sleeping place. Ciecro just stayed at the fire, watching the fire firmly blazing. Is dat deh truth Seliph?...Jaron his fists went lax as he felt bummed. If dat is trueden he let out a sigh, not sure what to think.

          High on a cliff from one of the mountains, the fire the group were at was viewable. One Pokmon stood on it, watching it smoke rise as he watched that party in the night. Tron stood there with a scowl on his face, eyeing them, specifically Ciecro.

          Hmm...that boy from before. Curious. Tron rubbed his head as a migraine started to form. He let out a sigh as he turned to face the mountain peak. But I shouldnt stay on this hunch. The golduck started walking as he looked up and saw a faint light blue shooting star in the sky. After all, its just you drawing me here and Im aware why that is.
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          Finally some progress made on the group's travels. The interactions they had with Gathor and Swift were fun, heh poor Ciecro. Dolly's reaction to wanting to have Ciecro in her pouch is adorable haha.

          I don't blame Dolly for not believing Seliph is being sincere since he's been keeping some things in the dark there. On Seliph's perspective he's doing this to protect his loved ones and find out more about the Red Eyes. though this might backfire if he doesn't open himself more.
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            Chapter 27
            The Discussions we have, for the people we are

            Jaron shot awake breathing heavy, looking frantically around. His eyes fell upon Vragon sleeping near him and he let out a sigh of relief. He looked down at the ground and frowned. Again…why is it happening so much? He punched his fist to the ground and let a little growl. He immediately froze as he noticed Vragon move a little, mumbling something as he subconsciously changed positions. Jaron sighed, got up and started walking. He made his way up some rocky cliff and sat there to gather his thoughts.

            “…I hate this,” he muttered to himself in the light of the night sky. “I hate these nightmares. Why?” His teeth gritted as his eyes scowled. He snarled amid saying, “Why now? Why when those dumb bi****s attacked that these have been happening?” He took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. His scowl soon was exchanged for a frown as he thought about the dream he had. His thoughts were interrupted however as a voice called out to him in a whisper from behind him. He shot around but relaxed at seeing Swift walking up.

            “You okay bud?” He asked as he stood next to Jaron.

            “Uhm...yes sir,” he said, in an attempt to dart from talking.

            Swift gave a little groan as he rubbed his finger to his nose as if to prevent sneezing. “I was on lookout and well…sorry that I overheard your little talk.”

            Jaron’s eyes widened at hearing that. His cheeks were flooded with embarrassing red and he turned looking at the ground. He made a little groan with his mouth closed.

            “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Swift sat down next to him. “Just thought it fair you know and all. So…this guy Vragon means a lot to you.”

            Jaron just gave a lazy “yes” reply.

            Swift nodded in concurrence. “Yep, you two seem close. Kinda like me and my lug of a friend.” Swift leaned back and let himself lay on the ground gazing up at the stars. Jaron just stayed silent, leading to Swift to continue. “I get it, worrying for someone you care for. It can be rough and all. So…wanna talk about it?” he turned his head to look at Jaron, who returned with a rather perturbed look in return.

            “But we just met,” he reasoned, shifting a little so he could look at Swift’s face easier.

            “Well yeah, if you want to. Though I get it if you don’t. After all, you were awfully young when I got to see you.”

            Jaron thought for a second as he joined with Swift looking at the stars. It was weird for Jaron. He’d never known Swift and his lax nature about this felt a little unsettling. He wasn’t sure, but it would be nice if he talked about it. His inner debate was cut off as Swift said, while shifting himself up a little, “You know, you were a clinger as a kid.”

            Jaron’s cheeks shot blood red. “W-what do you mean?”

            “Well, you’d tend to cry when your mom or dad wasn’t around, mostly your mom. But you’d be the most content little guy when she was. Heh, but that’s a good thing. I just…see that in you here and now.”

            Jaron didn’t know how to take this. He just stood there confused and mouth repeating either “uh” or “uhm” slowly. The heliolisk chuckled a little at Jaron’s buffering reaction, leading to Jaron to finally snap out of it.

            “Sorry if it sounded odd,” Swift chuckled, “but what I mainly mean is that you like being around your friends and all. You are social mon and all.”

            Jaron was left a little uneasy, by either the Pokémon’s bluntness of his opinion or that he wasn’t exactly wrong. He looked forwards a little sulky, complaining in his head about being interrupted. Though his head turned at the heliolisk moving a little and lying down, staring up at the stars.

            “You know, you remind me of Garon.”

            The statement confused Jaron. “Why?” he asked.

            “You see,” Swift’s smile was replaced by a reminiscing stare up to the sky, “he’s always been well, close to me, there, by my side, you know.” Jaron shifted to look at Swift better as Swift continued. “He’s tough and all, but a big softy. But I like him that way, he’s like…a good and loyal friend. Kinda how you are with your fraxure friend, though not exactly to be fair.”

            “Well,” Jaron’s head fell a little and looked forwards. He started twiddling his fingers. I’ve thought about Vragon a lot, but that’s because of these nightmares. What if, I’m too-

            “Did I say something that bothered you?” Swift asked, concerned he was too blunt.

            “Oh, no…you’re fine. Just dealing with some unpleasant thoughts.” The croconaw stood up and looked up at the stars, while Swift sat up and looked at Jaron from the side. “Do you…” Jaron rubbed his head. “Do you worry about your friend?”

            Swift raised a brow at the question that had the obvious answer of “yes”. “What do you mean?”

            “Well,” Jaron moved his head down and looked at a mountain nearby. “I worry about my brother and my friend. It’s like…I have to make sure they’re fine. You know?”

            Swift took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then answered with, “Well…I kinda do. Not very often to that extreme, but Garon is tough and strong so he doesn’t need me around him all the time.”

            Jaron turned to look at Swift. “But don’t you, I dunno, get that feeling that something will happen?”

            “No,” Swift quickly replied without a second thought. “I mean, I trust that he can take care of himself even if I’m not around.”

            Jaron felt bad at hearing this answer. He plopped onto the ground, rested his chin onto both his hands and let out a deep sigh. “So I don’t trust them?” he mumbled in guilt.

            “It’s not that simple,” Swift added, “I mean, there’s a difference between not trusting them and just having trouble handling your worriedness.”

            “But how do I know which it is?” Jaron inquired, looking at Swift with slightly below pleading eyes.

            “I don’t have the answers, but give it some thought and maybe you’ll find something. After all, worrying about them means you care you just have to see where it fits for you and them.”

            Jaron looked at the ground pondering overhearing this. He looked back to Swift as the heliolisk got up and stretched his arms.

            “Well, I’m heading to sleep. Get some rest as well. We have a way to travel to get to Frantal and all,” Swift suggested as he started walking off. “Oh, and Jaron.” the croconaw looked at him and he turned slightly to look back. “Talk to Garon about that. He’s just like you in this and maybe he can help you find something about it.”

            The croconaw nodded. “Thanks, Swift.”

            “No prob,” the heliolisk replied with a grin as he walked off, leaving Jaron to look up at the stars.

            The croconaw lied down onto the ground and just stared up at the starry sky. It’s really pretty, he thought as a smile crossed his face. I know I shouldn’t worry. Vragon tells me not to and Ciecro would tell me to just stop being silly heh. But, I can’t help it, maybe. His eyes leaped from star to star, as if trying to give each one at least a second of his stare. Maybe, I just have things to work on. I could just be overreacting, but I honestly don’t want to lose them. Any of them. Ciecro, Vragon, Jasmine, heh even Dolly. He rolled on his side and let his eyes shut. As he lay there on the hard ground his mind slowly began to drift off. I have to work on that. I don’t want to be a clinger…not now. They need me and all. His eyes opened a little as a troubling thought crossed his mind. Seliph…am I so wanting to try and do this because I’m being too…clingy? Hmm…Ciecro. He rolled to his other side. Tomrrow…I’ll partner with Ciecro…I need to apologize to him. I haven’t been very good to him recently and demanding things. Maybe this trip won’t be so bad after all…if I can well make them happy again. With a reassured smile he drifted off to sleep.


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            Trishula leaned his back against a wall as he, Siegfried and Vex resided in an alley area in Crion City. The large dragon’s eyes were shut and seemed at ease as if he was trying to sleep while leaning on the wall, Siegfried was looking out the alley pathway at some of the emura lights that dotted the area, and Vex was busy grumbling and rubbing his feet as he sat a little way down.

            “Hmm, when do you think he’ll arrive?” Siegfried inquired the dragon, as he walked from the entrance to join the two.

            “A day or two most likely.” The dragon opened his eyes and looked up, “Daemon wouldn’t resort to him taking a slower transport due to our mission.”

            “So, what do we do in the meantime?” the gallade asked, leaning against the wall opposite Trishula.

            “We shouldn’t split up. Let’s find a place to stay while we wait for-” he stopped as he was interrupted by a flashing red light from one of his belt pouches. He pulled out his red crystal and gazed at it in annoyance. “You two,” he ordered the grunts, “guard the entrance while I take this.”

            They nodded and watched at the entrance while Trishula walked to the end of the alley, sat down, held out the crystal and let out a sigh. After letting go of the crystal and letting it float, Trishula closed his eyes and waited to hear the voice of whoever was contacting him.

            “Ah good, that was fast.”

            Trishula opened his eyes to see the hazy image of Daemon, floating in front of him, slowly beginning to stabilize into a more solid looking form. “Daemon,” he said out loud, as if not surprised it was this guy contacting him at this random time. Trishula merely stayed in his sitting position and grumbled, “What do you want?”

            “There’s something I need to talk with you personally about.” Daemon floated a little closer and leaned down a little. “It’s about the next council meeting.” Trishula raised a brow as Daemon continued. “Azazel requested that you attend this upcoming meeting.”

            “When did he say this?” Trishula asked, giving a skeptical grin.

            Daemon looked to the side and stroked his chin. “He wanted you to take your leave with it after he conversed with you in Brielle.”

            “Brielle? Why Brielle?” Trishula got to his feet.

            Daemon answers, looking to Trishula with is one eye, “the meeting is near Brielle, in some ruins. He was going to meet with you here personally.”

            “So, you are in Brielle?” Trishula crossed his arms and gave a little snort. “Daemon, what’s going on? I leave to do my mission for Azazel and somehow he seems to do things favorable for you.”

            “I’m not sure what you mean.” Daemon floated, turning his back to Trishula.

            “Have…Have you been talking to my master?” the mighty dragon asked, his voice showing slight concern.

            Daemon paused and just folded his arms behind his back. “I’m not affiliated with him. You know that.”

            “Even still…Daemon, if he’s expressed interest in you I deserve to know.” The dragon walked nearer to Daemon, but not in an aggressive way. “Please…he’s someone I can’t predict.”

            Daemon turned to face the dragon. “It’s not like you to be open about your concerns. Then again,” he let out his own sigh, “I can’t blame you. It’s been some time since I’ve seen you show this side of you do to fear about your master.”

            Trishula didn’t seem offended by the comment, but slightly relaxed. “Daemon…did he-”

            “Yes,” the ghost firmly answered, “he’s talked with me. Matters regarding…my condition. I have to admit, him inquiring me about it is at least uncomfortable. I’m being cautious Trishula, but at the same time, he is our superior. I can’t just turn down a request from him.”

            “I understand that, but why is he asking you about it? What’s it matter to him?” The dragon crossed his arms, while the ghost looked up.

            “I don’t know. I would claim he’s primed if he wasn’t clearly in control of himself and cognitive. However, I don’t think he plans to use it for you or anything for me. Regrettably, this is just a guess. You would know your master better than I.”

            “…Daemon…is there…anything else he’s been asking you?” Trishula walked up to the dusknoir, looking at him with a worried stare. “Is there anything he wants you to do? Daemon…I,” He let out a sigh.

            “I understand your stance Trishula.” Daemon looked back at him and put his arm on the dragon’s shoulder, despite him not being physically there. “Me and Plageues missed you. It just wasn’t the same, was it? You weren’t the same. I’m glad I could see you again, Vorice.” Trishula looked to the side at hearing this and Daemon retracted his arm. “Don’t worry Trishula, I will handle myself around your master. Take care freund, I look forward to seeing you again when you get back.”

            The dragon didn’t reply but gave an agreeing nod. The image of Daemon faded as Trishula closed his eyes and opened them a few seconds later, revealing the same alley he was in before he started the link. He slowly got up and looked around the alley once more, less tense and more longing. He looked down at the ground, his mind drifting back to the past…or rather going to the world he knew, before he went with Azazel. His thoughts were interrupted prematurely when Siegfried walked over and asked him what it was about.

            “Nothing,” the dragon responded, quickly and slightly hostile.

            “Sorry,” Siegfried answered, crossing his arms passive aggressively like the tone he took. The dragon just walked past Siegfried, leaving the gallade in his frustration. This is sh**, Siegfried grumbled in his head. He walked over to join the two but stopped. …We need a place to stay. Well, if it’s an excuse. A smile crept his face as he strolled over to the two with an idea. “Vex, Trishula, how about I go look for a place to stay for us.”

            The response from both Vex and Trishula was a unanimous and simultaneous, “No.”

            “Why not? We can’t stay here and travel in a group of red eyes might alert the authorities,” Siegfried argued, getting into an aggressive stance one would take as if prosecuting.

            “Simple, splitting up is a bad idea.” The dragon looked to Vex who nodded in concurrence, which was actually genuine.

            “Well what better idea do you two have?” the gallade shot to Trishula. To Siegfried’s dismay, Trishula was ready for an answer to this incoming verbal hit and promptly knocked it away by saying, “We will reside on one of the roofs. They are seldom checked and it is the end of the rainy season.”

            “The roofs?” Siegfried repeated, not pleased at all with this answer. “But the wind and the cold is up there.”

            “You’d rather be in an alley here, where it’s cold and damp?”

            “I’d rather be in a nice straw bed in some lodge area here.” Siegfried took a step forward in defiance. He stared deeply into the eyes of the larger dragon, who took his own step forward.

            “You’d rather us leave traces to be caught?”

            “Who’s after us anyway?” Vex pointed out. “I mean, we haven’t gotten any wanted posters or news so why should we worry?”

            “Yeah, I mean, who do we have to run from?” the gallade repeated crossing his arms.

            Trishula just stared at the two, who glared in return. The dragon then turned his back to them and started walking out. This puzzle the mons and they immediately followed, confused. “Go find your lodgings then,” the dragon answered, “consider yourself lucky I’m focused on other things. We shall regroup in the morning.” The two looked at each other, a mix of glee and skeptical as the dragon walked out of the alley.

            He walked a ways before finally coming to another ally where the walls were closer together. He walked deep into it and raised his hands up, clasped the claws together, and pull them down to surge a blazing dark blue, purple and red aura of the move Dragon Dance. He held that position for a few seconds and then promptly used the speed increase spring himself onto a wall and jump back and forth on them continuously until he landed on the roof of the smaller building. He walked over the hard clay of the building and sat in the center, crossing his legs and closing his eyes for meditation. He slowed his breathing and calmed his nerves and let his mind go to ease. Letting all the memories that had been dislodged by the conversation below, slowly float back into the back of his head quietly until all he could feel, think, or hear was the sound of his breathing and his heart’s steady beat.


            “Well, wasn’t expecting that.” Vex strode with a smile on his face, as he and Siegfried walked on the dirt road through the city.

            “It’s weird though,” Siegfried admitted, curious about why the dragon caved so easily, “all this time we’ve been land blasted by him and now suddenly he allows us to do our thing. Don’t you find that strange?” he turned to look for an answer from his ghostly companion.

            “Yeah, it’s strange but who cares? I mean, damn Siegfried, it’s about time we finally got a win.” The ghost floated in front and turned around to talk while floating backward. “So what place do you want to go to? Quiet, or very options oriented? I mean, I’d love to get onto some nice straw bed an-” Vex stopped as he noticed Siegfried wasn’t paying attention to his idea spitting and focused entirely on something else. Vex’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Look don’t worry about it,” Vex argued, “he’s a tough guy after all. I’m sure he’ll be fine and his old obnoxious ordering self.”

            “Hmm…maybe, but it makes me wonder about that conversation he had with whoever was on the other way.” Siegfried looked up to Vex and continued. “I mean, we’re getting Plageues soon, right? Do you suppose something big is happening, besides the orders we’ve been given? Like, why call back Trishula just to replace him instead of having Plageues join us and help us track them down. We’d have more numbers and everything.”

            Vex caved in and joined in the pondering about why this move is being made. “Maybe, they need him elsewhere.”

            “Yeah, but for what?”

            “Reverse if I know,” Vex said in a louder tone, emphasizing his disinterest in this conversation, “look, we’re not in the red eyes iris council so it’s not like we call any of the shots or are in the know how. We’ll have to work and move up in the rankings and all I know is that this one could be our first big break since leaving that rock head Corivac and being assigned. So let’s just focus on doing the job and getting up and all.”

            “I suppose,” Siegfried reluctantly agreed, with a slow nod, “but it makes me think we’re up against something bigger than we think, you know.”

            “Yeah, well there’s nothing we can do about it where we are,” Vex pointed out. “Now come on, let’s just find some place to stay already. I’m wanting to lay down on a nice straw bed and just relax.”

            “That does sound good.” Siegfried nodded and the two began looking around the city for a place. They finally happened upon a small enough lodging that seemed the perfect balance for them and got a room to stay.

            After settling in their room, their provisions and items laid on the floor, the two just lied on their straw beds and just relaxed. For a few minutes, there was just the sound of pleased exhales from the two as they took the moment to just relax and just figuratively melt into the resting places they had so missed.

            “Hey Siegfried,” Vex asked from across the room, breaking the silence, “You wanna hit the town?”

            “We just got here,” Siegfried replied lazily, still feeling the effects of letting his nerves relax.

            “Well yeah, but how often do we get a chance to do what we want? I mean, think about it. We have the night for ourselves and we can’t do anything for a mission till that guy Plageues arrives so I say how about we make the most of it.” He sat up and looked at the gallade who looked like he was sleeping. “Are you alrea-”

            “You make a good case,” Siegfried muttered, sitting up as well, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

            “Dunno, how about a drink first?” Siegfried nodded and the two got up to head out. “Oh,” Vex suddenly blurted with a snap, “better make sure to hide the important stuff.”

            “Yeah…” Siegfried muttered as he walked to the door and waited for Vex to hide their valuables. “Can’t be too cautious.”

            “Agreed…though, I wish we could just do our own thing and not have to wait till some rare occasion where our leader lets us do whatever.” Vex finally joined Siegfried at the door.

            “Well…for now, let’s just enjoy this.” Siegfried walked off and Vex followed floating.

            I’d do anything to get back in charge of my life. The ghost complained in his head as they headed down to the lobby.


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            Jasmine’s eyes slowly opened her eyes as she began to stir from her slumber, giving a massive yawn as she rubbed her eyes with one of her paws. Naturally, Jasmine looked around at the others sleeping. Guess I’m first, she said in her head as stretched forwards as quadrupeds do. Upon another browsing of her sleeping friends, she noticed one was missing. Ciecro? Where is he? She quietly tip-pawed her way out to look for him. After going a few ways, she finally spied him sitting behind a rock using his claw to draw in the dirt.

            “Ciecro,” she announced, as she walked up to him. He gave a grunt for a reply and she sat down next to him. After a few minutes of silence, Jasmine asked with concern in her tone, “did you get some sleep?” He nodded, not taking his eyes off the ground. More silence followed, till finally, Jasmine couldn’t take it anymore. “Ciecro…” she said, “I’m sorry for pressuring you earlier. Back in town, you know.”

            “…I’m sawrry too…” he replied, looking at her, “yah meant well. Just lookin’ ou’ fo’ me.” He gave a little assuring grin, and Jasmine relaxed. Despite him showing no harboring grudges, Jasmine seemed reluctant to further the conversation. He decided to do his end then. “Uhm…” he began as she looked at him, “what did yah mean…about how we yah only family now…?”

            Jasmine paused, clearly a little trying to get her thoughts and feelings together. After taking a big breath, Jasmine began as she looked up at the sky. “I’m the eldest of three sisters…me and my younger twins. About nine years ago my dad died from an illness. Living without a husband was hard for my mom so when a suitor came along, she sorta got…desperate. I know she loved me and my sisters, but it was like she needed him, maybe for more than just sentimental reasons. Those times before were hard on her, I could even tell even being young.”

            Ciecro listened in silence, a slight scowl on his face but one out of how serious he was taking this rather than hostility.

            “You see…she remarried and well…that guy didn’t like me. It wasn’t like I wanted to get on his bad side, he just would be well.” Jasmine paused. Ciecro put his claw on her back and nodded. She nodded back and after easing herself continued. “After about...four years of his well…drunk rages and keeping him off my sisters, I finally had enough. I had talked to my mom about it, but she couldn’t do anything. She wouldn’t leave it, I bet it would have been too much for her and all. I packed some things up and well…” her eyes started to tear up. “Ciecro,” she said in a rather sad tone, “was I selfish? It feels like I was. I know he only took it out on me…but-”

            Ciecro moved his arm over her and pulled her head in. She immediately blushed in confusion from it as he said. “I didn’ know…” She took his act and just cried on him. He just rubbed her head, a strong expression on his face as he looked forward. “Yah know, even if it was…yah deserved betteh.”
            After a few sniffles and wiping of eyes and nose, Jasmine finally sat back up. “Thanks,” she said, and he gave a grin and nodded. “So…” she said, looking at the dirt, “I came to our town and…Dolly took me in.” Her eyes slightly warmed up at saying that name, leading to Ciecro to raise a brow.

            “Does Dolly know?” he inquired and Jasmine nodded.

            “She was the first one to know. She was like…a new mom. Though, while she couldn’t replace my old one and the memories, I can see she tries hard and well,” she turned to look at Ciecro, “that’s enough.”

            He felt a little solace in seeing her with a little smile on her face. Though his faded slightly as he looked at the dirt. “Yah so strong Jasmine.” His eyes narrowed, into a rather depressed look.

            “You think so?” she queried, not expecting this statement nor sharing the same opinion.

            “…Jasmine, I…I want to tell yah but.”

            “It’s fine if you need more time,” she said, putting her paw on his shoulder.

            “No it ain’t,” he blurted out, a scowl on his face. “It’ not fair to jus’ hear yah tawlk abou’ yah issues and not tell yah mine when yah wanna hear ‘em.” He stood up and stared at the ground. “What kinda dumb silly weaklin’ does dat?” he rhetorically asked the ground.

            “…Well...”she said, going on all fours, “you’re strong Ciecro. If you can’t tell me, it’s fine. It doesn’t mean you’re weak…just…need time.” She walked out in front and surprised filled her face. His eyes weren’t angry or frustrated, just said and teary. “Ciecro,” she said his name with a sympathetic tone as he grit his teeth.

            “…I…” his fists started shaking, mainly his right one. He suddenly felt Jasmine’s paw on it, helping it ease from its vibrating. He looked at her and her green friendly, but understanding eyes. He sniffled once, before saying, “It stuck wit me…okay.” She nodded as he took a breath and said, “I looked up to Seliph. When he left…I felt lost. Gathor was gone an’ so was he, mom as well. I only had Jaron.” His fist clenched hard, “I couldn’t let ‘im leave…Yeah, I ge’ mad, but I couldn’ let myself push ‘im away. I love ‘im okay!” he blurted out in tearful aggression, “I have to keep him safe…I don’ care!” he fell onto his knees tearful, “I don’ care about nothin’ I jus’…he’s my little brother…I need ‘im. I’m not strong enough to be the oldest. I don’ want to be dah oldest, I just wanna look up tah someone. Know dey got my back…” he let out a few sniffles as he stuttered in saying, “…Seliph leavin’, me almos’ killin’ that mon…Imma bad brotheh…” he sat down on his rear, his face showing grief after letting it out for Jasmine to see.

            Jasmine, trotted close to him and put her paw on his shoulder, rubbing it. “I’m sorry Ciecro…I guess we both have…some things to sort out.” She gave him an encouraging grin and he turned to her sniffling. The smile from Jasmine, slowly made Ciecro smile back.

            “Tanks, Jaz,” he said, wiping some tears away, “I…feel a little betteh.”

            “I’m glad,” she said with a little glee in the tone. “Uhm…Ciecro,” she said, looking at the ground, “what were you drawing there?”

            “Oh…well-” as he was about to answer, the booming sound of Dolly’s voice yelled from nearby.

            “There you both are!” she shouted with worry, rushing over bombarding them with questions. They assured her they were fine, but Dolly wasn’t having it. “Don’t scare me like that you two.” She scolded more out of worry than anger, “Now head back.”

            They nodded and went in the direction she pointed. She didn’t follow at first but just watched the two walk off. A sigh escaped her mouth as she let her mind wander for a second. Have faith Dolly heh, she mused in her mind, and a little smile crept on her face. After daydreaming for some time, she finally headed back.

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            I liked the first scene with Jaron and Swift there. Cute Jaron got a bit embarrassed over being clingy before and nice bit of Swift and Garon's friendship.

            Next part I don't have too much thoughts on, but I'm curious about Azael wanting to meet Daemon over his "condition." Something tells me Trishula is right about his hunch there.

            All right, so we get a bit more of Jasmine's backstory. Oh dear, that was rough there. I wonder though, did she try to convince her sisters to leave too, and if so were they able to? Also I don't blame Cicero for being overwhelmed being the older brother.
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            So, chapter three finally read.

            For this chapter I like that you gave a strong characterisation to yet another member of the cast and I was fine with the switch from the kid's perspective to that of Freya - although I think sticking with one or the other would have made for a more cohesive narrative. I think the strongest part of this though, was that you introduced us to the wider world for the first time and gave a sense of the scale of the conflict. You always added another small piece to the puzzle of the plot which was well done.

            If I were to complain about anything, it would be the footnotes again. A pronunciation guide is great but it would still be a lot better for the reading experience to have information about people and places revealed within the context of the story instead of an info dump at the end.
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              Chapter 28
              Connections in Reflections

              Dolly gave out a pleased and ready for the day yawn as she turned to look at the group, packing up for the next part of the trip. She turned her attention to the trail leading up the mountain and followed the twists and turns until she could no longer spy the path. “Hmm, roughish I guess, but dry. That’s good, better footing. With any luck, there’s no rock slide.”

              “Even if so, they shouldn’t be a problem,” Swift said, joining her in gazing up the trail, “even if one big rock stays stuck we can move it and all. Littler ones may be more of a hassle, but we should make good time.”

              “True,” she replied with a sigh. “Swift,” the heliolisk looked at her, “so uhm…you both came here on Seliph’s request.”

              “Yep,” he heartily replied, walking forwards a little to do some leg stretches in preparation.

              “Did he tell you any reason why he had to have you both escort us?” Her eyes narrowed, preparing for whatever answer or info this “friend of Seliph’s” could offer. Her hope was trounced however with a blunt but polite “Nope.” She was about to think of another question when he continued. “I figure you don’t really trust the guy and I get that. Seliph’s kinda rough around the edges but means well.”

              “How did yo-”

              “I heard your conversation yesterday.”

              Dolly’s mouth dropped. “Wait. How did you? When you were over-”

              “By the campfire?” Swift cut her off, finishing her question. “Well, you see my gift is ‘Echo Visor’.”

              “I see,” Dolly said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. Despite not sure if she was correct, she had a pretty good guess at where he was going with this.

              “With my gift, I can tune in too well, listen to soundwaves all around us. With some practice and training, I’ve actually been able to help identify the types they are and focus on some more than others.” Sensing he was getting on Dolly’s “suspect” list he summarized quickly, “basically, I can use synergy to enhance my hearing you know. Kinda like using a move, but for finding things. Though it helps if I’m not looking at anything so I can focu-”

              “On hearing and not using what I believe it our most distracting function,” Dolly finished this time for him. “There’s one thing I’d like to ask though.”

              “Yeah?” he cocked his head a little to the right, waiting for her question. I hope I didn’t put bad faith in her mindset…damn it Swift, think these things through. He kept his frustration at himself hidden as Dolly took a few minutes to gather the words she wanted to say together.

              “Swift,” she finally spoke, leading to him perking up and listening, intently. “Why did you listen in on our conversation?”

              Swift gave a sigh. “Yeah, sorry about that. Old habits die hard,” he admitted. “I’m used to doing so until I grow accustomed…you know, precautions. I understand if you don’t believe me, but I just wasn’t sure about some things. Who you all were and Seliph’s intentions. I and Garon performed in recon and scouting so-”

              “It’s fine, I get it,” Dolly interrupted, putting her hand out as a physical gesture for him to stop. Swift’s tail sprawled on the ground a little, reflecting his “disappointed in himself” mood till she finished. “I understand, just keep in mind for the future. I’m watching over these kids and all, so it’s a good idea to not really do that with me. But, I appreciate you being honest about it.” She offered her hand to him in good faith, and he accepted with a smile and hidden relief. She then turned to the group and blew a loud whistle. “Alrighty everyone, line up. We’re gonna select travel buddies.” The group all lined up their travel packs filled and awaited as Dolly paced in front. “Okay, so you can’t have the same travel buddy-”

              “Thank Arceus,” Jaron said aloud, more out of tease than actual seriousness.

              “Watch it Jaron,” Dolly said in a low tone, but eyes indicating she was just teasing too, “Anyways, so go ahead and cast your votes. Oh and Jaron can’t pick first.”

              “What‽” he exclaimed but was shut down by another stare from Dolly. Oh no, I might not get teamed up with Ciecr-

              “I choose Ciecro,” a voice to his right said.

              He turned and looked at Jasmine looking at Ciecro. Damnit, me and my having to tease, Jaron grumbled in his head as he kicked himself figuratively. His kicking stopped though as he heard Vragon call out his name.

              “Is that okay?” the fraxure asked him.

              “Yes, of course,” Jaron replied in a positive tone. Okay, later then. He walked over to join Vragon, while Jasmine walked across to Ciecro who was also pleased with his pairing.

              Dolly gave a nod and continued, “Alright, so Seliph and I are a pair too.” Before anyone said anything, she turned to the pair of acquaintances and apologized, “sorry, but I’d prefer at least one travel trip without you pairing with any of us. At least till we get to know you both better and all.”

              “No prob, Miss Dolly,” Swift replied with an understanding smile. “I and Garon will just head around, keep guard and check the route. We’re good at that sort of thing.”

              The garchomp walked forwards and gave an assuring nod. “If we see any trouble,” he said with an equally assuring tone, “we’ll be sure to tell you.” Dolly nodded and offered her hand in a pleased grin to which he shook with his talon.

              “Okay everyone here’s the plan.” She took a few paces out in front and turned to face the group. “Our aim is to reach the objective resting spot today. If we don’t make it that’s fine, but we should have no problems getting there so long as there are no rock slides.”

              “Question.” Vragon’s hand raised to which Dolly called upon. “If we get separated by a rock slide, what do you want us to do?”

              “Good question,” Dolly praised, “if you get separated, use your individual maps to get back onto the trail and notify where you are via orb. However, if you don’t have a map, try to get some high ground and find the path from there. Okay, any more questions?” No hands raised. “Okay, let’s go then.”

              As the group departed, Vragon and Jaron tugged the rear. Vragon then noticed Jaron was sort of tailing behind him. “Something wrong Jaron?” he asked, causing the croconaw to look up at him. “More unpleasant thoughts?” Vragon guessed.

              “No…just well,” Jaron rubbed the back of his head. “It’s…” he paused for a bit, that was enough to make even Vragon wonder if Jaron had forgotten. Finally, he said, “nevermind…you were right, just unpleasant thoughts.” He gave his signature toothy grin, leading to Vragon giving a nod.

              This however just put skepticism in Vragon’s head. Come now Jaron…it’s something else isn’t it? Well, I’ll just wait it out for now. “Come on,” Vragon said, jogging forwards a little, “let’s stay close to the group.”

              Jaron nodded and jogged after him.



              The pathway up the mountain was rather an easy climb to the time of year where snow and wind weren’t too hefty on the eight travelers. Swift and Garon were off somewhere in the lead, Ciecro and Jasmine were talking in second, Dolly and Seliph were behind them with Jaron and Vragon right behind those two.

              Ugh, why did I have to get her as a partner? Seliph grumbled as he walked alongside Dolly on the narrow road. Despite her looking forwards on the path, he couldn’t shake the feeling she was taking every opportunity to just leer at him as they walked. This was starting to mess with his nerves in such a way that he jumped when she started talking.

              “Huh, why are you so jittery?” she inquired, giving off an impression that she didn’t know why.

              “Uhm…just startled,” he said, quickly regaining his stance and shoving his webbed hands into his vest’s pockets.

              “Well don’t get too antsy, else some rock slide won’t be the thing knocking you off,” Dolly joked, making Seliph scowl slightly.

              He looked at the rocky wall to his right, trying to focus on other things. His thoughts were interrupted however by Dolly, again.

              “What are you thinking about?” she asked in a tone that seemed more genuinely curious rather than purposely intrusive.

              He looked at her with a very mild glare and said, “Nothing.” Dolly’s eyes scowled a little and she let out a sigh and went silent, making him feel a little guilty. Ugh, the sooner this is over the better, he reasoned in his head.

              Meanwhile, further ahead Ciecro and Jasmine were walking alone quiet and still feeling some of the effects from this morning. Ciecro was looking down at the ground, something he would always do when deep in thought, while Jasmine walked looking forward but not really focusing on anything. Finally, Jasmine broke the silence and asked, “Hey uhm…Ciecro?”

              “Uh...yeah?” he replied in a slightly startled t/’one that even made Jasmine feel a little surprised.

              “Are you…uhm…glad we had that talk earlier?”

              Ciecro looked forwards and his right claw clasped on his left wrist. It squeezed it a little like one would do when having some kind of medical procedure. “Yeah…I guess,” he mumbled, but his eyes indicated there was more to the answer.

              Jasmine accepted this answer though and didn’t pry further. I hope it wasn’t too much on him, she said, worrying in her head, I mean, we both did drop some heavy information on each other. Me and my old family and him with his lacking in confidence. It is odd, though. She looked forward, her mind going off to the things all around. How this all started, everything leading up to now and why it happened. None of these had any solid answers just the effects left on her, Ciecro and the rest. I wonder if this was meant to happen…I don’t know. Though, she looked up to the right at the rocky slanted wall on the side of the trail, I just want it all to end and us going back to normal. I don’t want to lose anoth- she paused and shook her head. No, don’t think that. Dolly, you, and the others wouldn’t let that happen.


              < O >


              It was getting late in the evening when Siegfried and Vex were walking along the street, content after having a nice meal at some place.

              “It feels like we’ve had the day off, heh,” Vex said with a smirk on his face, picking at whatever leftover berry skin was in his teeth. “Right,” he asked, turning his head at his less talkative companion.

              “It does feel good and weird,” Siegfried answered, “But I wonder where Trishula went. He wasn’t at the roof when we looked for him and he doesn’t appear to be looking for us, else he’d have found us by now.”

              “Yeah, because he doesn’t want to right now clearly,” Vex answered with a grin, “he’s probably going through his own things and whatnot. It’s not our concern Siegfried.”

              “True.” Siegfried nodded in agreement, “I suppose I’m just anxious.”

              “About?” Vex asked, floating a little in front for a better look at Siegfried’s face.

              “Well Plageues for one, but second…is that group.” He looked at the ghost, who didn’t quite understand what he meant by the latter reason. Siegfried explained, “Well the whole reason I left my home was so I could be more than just some teacher and all. I wanted to be a fighter, captain you know.”

              “Yeah…and?” Vex urged Siegfried to get to the point but tried to be less rude.

              “And I guess it was a choice I’m making. But this mission…that Averion kid. What do you think they’ll do to him?” he looked at the ghost.

              “Why are you worried about it?” Vex asked, raising a brow, “I mean, why should we care? He isn’t someone we know or have interest in right? We’re on our own in the red eyes and are aiming higher, isn’t that the whole point of why we joined. To become more.”

              “Yeah, I know that,” Siegfried replied, “it’s just…I can’t shake this feeling. I don’t know, I didn’t have it till I started thinking about why they need him and what they would d-”

              “Siegfried stop,” Vex bluntly said as he floated directly in front, forcing Siegfried to stop. The two eyed each other, their eyes on the same level of height. Vex then took a breath and said, “You’re focusing on all the wrong things. Like, how does it help you, thinking about the kid? For all we know they just want to help him or whatever, it’s not our place. We’re just mons you know, just two guys in some organization. There’s no point for us to try and pretend we have a place or say in matters like these. So do what I do and don’t worry about it.”

              Siegfried raised one of his arms to his chin as if to think. “I suppose,” he admitted, “you’re right I guess.” Just as he finished saying this, their orbs started glowing and letting out a noise. Siegfried reached into his pocket as Vex landed on the ground. “Is it him?” Vex asked as Siegfried checked the signal. “Yep,” was Siegfried’s reply as he activated the com.

              “Plageues is close to port. Meet me at the landing docks, near the storage section of the port. He’ll be here in less than twenty minutes, so don’t be late. He’s less forgiving than me and tends to enjoy being challenged, so I suggest you get here soon.”

              The com switched off and the two let out a dispirited groan. After a few minutes of mutual venting, the two finally took a deep breath and started on their way to the docks. Wait, Siegfried thought, stopping for a second.

              Vex stopped and floated in front asking, “What is it?” Siegfried’s eye suddenly shot wide open and he starting dashing down the street, leading Vex to call out, “What’s wrong?”

              Siegfried glanced back and yelled, “We’re on the west side. We have to rush if we’re going to make it!”

              “Fu**!” Vex angrily spouted, flying full force after Siegfried, “of all the days he had to arrive it had to be-”

              “Shut up and just run!” Siegfried rebuked as he darted around the street corner.

              “I’m flying dumbass,” Vex countered. The two hurriedly made their way to the docks.


              Trishula stood at a remote one, behind some storage building, tapping his foot waiting. Where are those two? He grumbled in his head. Trishula looked out upon the water and spied a rather small vessel heading this way. If they are late, Plageues won’t be plea- before he could finish his inner monologue he heard the sound of two mons arguing while wheezing heading his way. He turned and low and behold Siegfried and Vex had arrived, on time. “Congratulations, you arrived,” Trishula mocked, but keeping up a monotone.

              “Fu** you,” Siegfried blurted out while panting and without thinking.

              Vex shriveled back at this, but Trishula just turned to the water as the boat neared the dock. “Best not take that tone with Plageues…or he’ll take your tongue.”

              Siegfried straightened up, Vex stayed behind the gallade and Trishula crosses his arms the small vessel stopped and a mon jumped onto the dock before the bridge was placed.

              “Long time no see Trish.” With a large smirk on his face, Plageues strolled down over to the less than thrilled haxorus waiting. “How’s it been?”

              Trishula didn’t answer, making the two behind him even more nervous.

              “Oh,” Plageues said looking past the dragon, “are these my…’helpers’? How…delightful,” he said with a little dark slither at the “delightful” only made worse by licking of his chops afterward.

              Siegfried did his best to keep a straight face, while Vex did everything to not look at the face. Trishula rolled his eyes and finally said, “So am I supposed to take that back?”

              “Yes,” Plageues said, facing the dragon again, “you are to meet with Daemon at Brielle.”

              “Fine.” Trishula started to head for the now down bridge, but a firm grip went on his arm. Plageues’s smile was gone and he was just looking forwards sternly.

              “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” He said, keeping his eyes forwards, though not looking at the confused two in front.

              “Hmph, we were friends?” Trishula said with sarcasm without the indicating tone. He was about to wrench his arm out before Plageues moves the arm in front of himself and placed something in it.

              “A smile for your trip heh,” the zoroark said, a grin creeping on his face. He let go of Trishula and walked on to the nervous two.

              Trishula slowly moved his claw in front of his chest and opened it. In it resided a broken piece of tusk. His eyes narrowed but not into a scowl. He let out a rather sad sigh as he walked on board, leaving the three behind. He didn’t go below but sat at the bow of the ship. He looked off at the stars that had popped out since the sun was almost set and just thought.


              ( O )


              The sounds of crying came from a corner behind some crates. A fraxure crying into his claws scared and alone. He stopped suddenly as he heard some voices nearby. His red eyes opened and he immediately shot his back to the crate and remained absolutely still. He did his best to listen to the conversation, but it apparently had stopped. He didn’t trust it though and remained quiet.

              “Too little too late,” a cocky voice said in front of him and he shot to stare straight into the eyes of a smirking zoroark. He was a little taller than this fraxure, but even he was shorter than the dusclops that joined next to him, wearing some kind of bandage that wrapped over his right top side and dipped down to his left like an injury. The fraxure shriveled back, but the dusclops held out his did appendage hands.

              “Hey, it’s alright. You’re the kid from Averia right?”

              The dragon didn’t reply.

              This prompted the zoroark to say, “dude we can clearly see your crest right there.” He pointed to the averion crest on the mon’s right shoulder. “If we were going to hurt you we would have by now.”

              “You…you mean you aren’t?” the fraxure said, a little confused.

              “Please,” the zoroark muttered, pulling back and crossing his arms. He acted like he was offended to even be thought of that way, but clearly making it an act. “Would it pay for I, the great Plageues to bully some Averion for no reason that well…he’s Averion. Come now that’s stupid.”

              The fraxure didn’t reply but just stared in curious silence at the animated zoroark.

              “You done,” the dusclops asked, not really a fan of the acting.

              “No,” the zoroark replied with a grin and a wink. “Come on, it’s for the feeling Daemon. I mean, who wants to be boring, like you.”

              “Well thanks,” the ghost grumbled, cross his hands in front as is he was crossing his arms. “At least make it good when you subject me to your annoyances.”

              “Sorry, whatever I must do to qualm your excessive bit**ing,” Plageues countered sticking his tongue out playfully. All he received, however, was a cold stare as if he just insulted Daemon’s mother. “Ugh,” Plageues whined, finally giving up, “die with a frown on your face then.”

              “I’m not frowning,” Daemon corrected.

              “Whatever, it feels like if you could frown right now you wouldn’t hesitate to give one on me for every single word that comes out of my-”

              “Can I just…jump in for a second?” The fraxure stood up. The two stopped arguing and once again looked at the shy mon. “Uhm…who are you two?”

              “What part of, ‘the great Plageues’ was lost in the translation?” Plageues joked, making the fraxure feel a little dumb for asking.

              “Please, anyone could have assumed it was fake with a name as out there as ‘Plageues’,” Daemon said, taking the opportunity to grill Plageues.

              It backfired, however, with Plageues turning to him and saying, “at least mine has style and isn’t flat. Like, really, ‘Daemon’? Pffft, generic.”

              “I defy you to find another Daemon and once you realize I’m correct you will bend down and kiss my feet.” Daemon once again crossed his arms or at least made his hands like they were doing that.

              “You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Plageues said in a rather flirtatious tone, leading Daemon to roll his eye and look to the fraxure. “What’s your name,” Daemon asked, with Plageues following with, “yeah, what name were you given?”

              The fraxure blushed a little from the attention, rubbing his arm. “Tri-Trishula.”

              Daemon began stroking his ‘imaginary’ chin and pondering something. “Hmm…I wonder why you were named that. Who chose your name?”

              “Lord Azazel,” the dragon said, but with a little shiver.

              “Oh that guy,” Plageues said lightly blowing a little raspberry afterward as if Trishula had just said the biggest doofus in this organization. “He’s an old creep, sucks to be you then. But hey at least he can name better than Daemon’s master.” Plageues laughed a little after Daemon swatted him on the back of the head.

              After a scolding on Plageues to “stop it”, Daemon turned to the young fraxure and said, “so he’s your master. Hmm, well that’s very special in a way. Not many mons have a disciple as their master.”
              “They don’t?” Trishula said, his eyes widening.

              “In fact, you might not even get selected by someone up higher to take you on as a pupil. In which case training facility and all, pffft. Come on though, I’m so better than that.”

              “Your last comprehension exam objects to that statement,” Daemon said in a low tone accompanied by a cough. Plageues swatted Daemon back, giving a laugh that even made Daemon and Trishula giggle a little.

              “Well, it’s settled then.” Plageues walked from the two, turned to face them and said, “you,” pointing at Trishula, “are in our little friend huddle.”

              “What?”

              “Don’t I get a say?” Daemon inquired, raising his brow.

              “Nope,” Plageues said with no guilt at all, “besides, you wouldn’t object anyway. And if you just want to keep some kind of power, just remember who’s always on top.”

              Daemon eye-palmed and dragged his hand down across his face. “That’s not what I was intending. But whatever, having a third friend would be good. A nice break from having to deal with you all the time.”

              “Likewise smartass,” Plageues said, moving one of his fingers to scratch his nose.

              “Th-thanks,” Trishula said, perking up a little despite how abrupt this induction was. “You two are nice.”

              Daemon gave a nod, but followed with, “though understand that restraint and Plageues don’t exist in the same book so feel free to smack him if he doesn’t stop talking. Believe me, you will utilize this.”

              “Especially on the butt,” Plageues added leaning in closer to Daemon, succeeding in irritating the ghost.
              Plageues and Trishula started laughing, while Daemon sulked in the middle muttering, “One of these days Plageues I swear.”


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              The group sat around a fire at the resting clearing amid the mountains. All of them were pretty tired from the long trek, well, all except for Swift and Garon. Swift got up from his log and stretched a little before saying, “I’m going to go and take a look at Mount Travail. Anyone wanna come?”

              Mostly grunts followed, except Jaron. “Sure, I’ll go,” he said, getting to his feet. “As long as we don’t have to run.”

              “That’s fine. It’s not far,” Swift replied with a grin, glad he wasn’t going alone.

              “I’ll accompany as well,” Garon said, standing up too. He looked at the rest that seemed too “invested” in their spots to move. “Well, you all take care while we’re gone.”

              “Yeah, yeah,” Ciecro mumbled.

              “Just don’t get lost okay,” Dolly requested with Jasmine adding to that with a nod.

              The three turned to a more hidden trail that led up. Swift took the lead, Jaron was in the middle and Garon followed close behind. As the three made their way up the steep and rather narrow path Jaron started to think about his talk last night.

              “So, can I ask you something?” he asked, climbing over one of the rubble rocks from previous rock slides.

              “Hrm? Sure what?” Swift said, looking from his vantage point. “We’ve got a little ways to go, but it is after sunset, but go ahead.” He jumped over to another boulder as Jaron started to think about how to ask it.
              “How did you two know my parents?”

              Garon picked up his pace so he was right alongside Jaron and said. “Well, you know they are a part of our group right? Team Alpha.”

              “Yeah, but they weren’t always.”

              “True,” Swift said leaping down, assessing the area was safe audibly. “But we didn’t get to meet them till we joined. We were some of the younger and newer members at that time. They were about a few steps ahead of where we were.”

              “How so?” Jaron asked, walking over to Swift.

              “Well, we were the newbs and they kinda put us in our place.” Swift headed down a bending twist in the trail with a smile as the memories came back. “I mean first things first, your father challenged us to a battle, me and Garon against him. Guess who won?”

              “My dad?”

              “Yep, while it wasn’t easy, he still beat us both. In all honesty he was kinda rough around the edges, but he seemed to at least want us to improve, though keep hounding the ‘you’ll never beat me in a million years’ mindset, heh.”

              “Yeah, he kinda is like that.”

              “Not with you I hope,” Garon added, catching up from behind. “You are his kid and he didn’t seem that way when we visited with your siblings.”

              “Weren’t we young?” Jaron pointed out, glancing back at Garon as the moved along the cliff pathway.

              “Yes and you weren’t born long ago, but he would talk about how you all would excel well. Have skills and things, his hopes and all. But,” Garon said as he stopped to look at the view they could see, leading to the others to pause as well. “He was a good friend. Sometimes, you need someone to help you toughen up and all.”

              “Yeah,” Jaron said, his tone a little sad but more of reminiscing. There was nothing but silence from the three until Swift broke the silence.

              “It’s already late if we want to see Travail we shouldn’t pause for too long.” He immediately started going up the path, Garon and Jaron followed. At this time, Swift moved his body low and speedily ran up the rest of the path.

              “Huh?” Jaron said a little startled at the sudden break-off.

              “He does that,” Garon said, “and it does get annoying, but eh.” He added a little laugh at the end. “He’s tolerable.”

              “Even when he calls you big lug,” Jaron said, a little grin popping up for some reaction.

              “If you think that’s a trigger phrase you should call him ‘shorty’. He’ll throw you off the cliff faster than you can apologize.” Garon gave a little laugh and carried on, but suddenly bent down and got on a knee. “Want a lift?” he asked, to which Jaron hastily climbed onto the dorsal fin. The dragon stood back up and Jaron moved his arms, clasping on Garon’s shoulders to steady himself while keeping his feet well on top of the dorsal fin. The two proceeded climbing more of the way.

              “So Garon,” Jaron said, looking at his carrier, “how did you and Swift meet?”

              “Ah,” Garon said, raising a talon to his chin, “that’s a long story. The thing is we’re both Norfarion, but we both grew up in Bohriam.”

              Jaron’s eyes lit up a little. “Bohriam? Like the desert continent?”

              “Yep, you see, I moved there with my parents when I was very little. Swift at that time was in an orphanage since his mum had passed away and his father was missing in action before.”

              “Oh?” Jaron leaned on the dragon’s shoulders to listen better as Garon walked.

              “It’s kind of sad regarding Swift’s parents. You see, his father was a Norfarion Heliolisk that was there at the time. Norfair was aiding in some disputed territory and the skirmishes that happened as a result. He kinda fell in love with a Bohrmian girl and they kind of had a night. He was planning to marry her after he got back…he never did.”

              Jaron’s eyes fell a little at hearing that. It wasn’t easy imagining something like that, not for ability but the simple fact he didn’t want to. He knew what an orphan felt like, but one longer than that…he didn’t know the extent on that one.

              Garon continued, “She had him and tried raising him, but at the age of two she died as well. She wasn’t the healthiest you know and well…Bohrmian is a pretty nasty place for viruses. There is a reason Bohrmians hardly get sick anywhere else, but getting back to the story. He was sent to his orphanage in the town and well eight years later, I came to that town with my pop and mum. It was during that time a rather bad virus spread and while few Bohrmians died of it, a lot of the foreigners did. I thankfully never acquired it, but my parents did and it took their lives…” Garon paused and took a little breath. The hit of the memories and longing was enough for Jaron to almost feel himself. But Garon quickly snapped out of it and asked, “You doing okay there? Not fallen asleep yet?”

              “Nah,” Jaron said with a grin, “too interesting to sleep.”

              Garon gave a glad smile at Jaron’s amiable words. He turned his gaze once again on the path forward, but slowed down his pace so he could tell his story more.

              “Well, as fate would have it I ended up at the same one. Now Bohrmian kids tend to congregate around their stronger members and all so Swift at that time didn’t have many friends. Everyone admired the tough kids, and to an extent Swift was envious, being a helioptile compared to his magmar or scyther competition.”

              “But strength isn’t everything,” Jaron added, moving his head to the side a little to look at the view.

              “Indeed, but in youth, we tend to get well a need for satisfaction.” He paused a little as if trying to think of how to say it. “It’s like, Swift wanted to be admired, feel like he was appreciated by someone. It makes sense in an environment like that, being alone surrounded by kids that follow the ‘best’ or ‘strongest’. That’s something a lot of orphans look for in a person, something Swift looked for.”

              Jaron thought a little about this. His eyes narrowed as he compared this outlook to what Swift had said earlier about being “clingy”. He finally decided to get his mind off of it and listened as Garon was continuing.

              “Well, contrary to what you might think, Swift is older than me. So well I was a gible at the time and well, wasn’t the best in confidence or ability. I had always relied on my folks and enjoyed their support, so when that was cut off I felt really-”

              “Empty?” Jaron said, cutting him off but not in a rude way.

              “Yes,” Garon replied with an empathetic grin, “you felt that too huh.”

              “Well,” Jaron looked forwards at the path as Garon turned his head to look at the croconaw as best he could. “It happened so fast. Something about losing them…made me…lose something. It was emptiness yeah, but…I felt, something else. Like I couldn’t trust my world alone.”

              “In other words, it made you fear, losing what you have.”

              Jaron’s head fell in slight shame, but more sadness at how true this is.

              “That’s not a bad thing Jaron, it makes perfect sense,” Garon said in a kind tone, trying to cheer him up.

              “But, I don’t like feeling this way. Having nightmares about my friend dying or being taken away, topped with this going on in real life…I want it to end.”

              Garon went silent, just listening to Jaron rant on his feelings with a feeling of familiarity about them. He closed his eyes and just listened to Jaron…and memories.

              “I just…don’t know. I guess I’m too attached to things.”

              But I mean it’s not like it’ll uppin’ vanish, I know that, Swift. But…what if I lose you too?
              “It came out of nowhere and it’s not-”

              -fair that it happened. I hate that it happened. I didn’t want to come here, be alone-

              “For a long time.”

              I just felt well…empty.

              “Course you met Vragon and all. He might seem shy, but he’s open when it comes around me. He’s really helped me through times and he’s a good friend.”

              But that’s where I think you changed things, Swift. While yeah I miss my parents, at the same time…I got to be with you and we do stuff and hang out. So…in a way, that kinda helps with it. Doesn’t make it right, but it does make me feel better about the boat I’m in.

              “Maybe, one day I’ll get into a better shape regarding it, but for now…I just…can’t help it.”

              Garon listened as both of these voices filled in for each other as he walked. The boy croconaw on his back and the boy gible in his heart. His eyes opened as he heard them both say “I just don’t want my world to disappear like that again.” There was just silence for some time, till Garon said, “You feel better?”

              “Yeah, to be honest, I don’t even know why I told you.” Jaron rubbed his head with a little embarrassment.

              “I think I know,” Garon said, gaining Jaron’s attention. “Mons that have similar things happen to them tend to be easier to talk to about the same things. Yeah, it hurts bringing it up, but it’s like you know they understand or have an idea. Sure, other reasons, but I think that’s why you could tell me.”

              “Not a bad guess,” Jaron said with his grin making Garon smile. The two started to near the top when Jaron leaned in a little and in a whisper said, “Thanks for listening.”

              “Don’t worry Jaron, if you ever need to talk. Let me know.” He replied in a smile as they rounded an upwards heading bend and reached the peak of the mountain they were near at the rest stop. The top area was flat and rather smoot from heavy rains of spring. There on the ground sat Swift, with a big grin, gazing upon a large plateau-like mountain, higher than the peaked ones around it.

              “It looks really nice, Mount Travail,” he said to the two as they approached.

              Jaron nodded in agreement as he jumped down from Garon’s fin. He accompanied Swift at gazing upon the large famous mountain lit by the pale moonlight behind them. Jaron felt a little peace in looking upon its rocky surface that so far away felt more smooth than hagged. Like a giant rectangle, or some child’s attempt at one if in drawing a shape.

              “I wonder why they call it Travail,” Swift said as he tilted his head. “What about it is Travail like?”

              “Maybe in local dialect, it makes more sense,” Garon suggested, but Swift just shook his head.

              “I mean, fair, but at the same time. Triacal only sticks with universal unown. Any areas here that use other languages are further southwest. Aren’t they Jaron?...Jaron?” As Swift stood up he noticed Jaron’s stare seemed to be less ‘mountain view awing’ and more on something he wasn’t actually looking at. His eyes were open, but droopy near the back. Irises were focused upon the structure but seemed to see something else, as if he was missing something or someone. “You okay?” Swift said, putting his arm on Jaron’s shoulder, an action that snapped him out of some daydream.

              “Huh?” Jaron said with a little startled twist.

              “You looked like you just flew to Rayquiem and back heh,” Swift said lightly, “and I can say that’s no small treck. So, what’s on your mind?” He rested on leg onto the rock and propped his arm up on the knee.

              Jaron looked back at the mountain in the distance. “It just…it reminds me of the time…I came here once. ‘Travail’…my mom said it was named after someone in a story.”

              “Oh?” Swift stood up straight.

              “Do you know it?” Garon said, moving a little into Jaron’s view.

              “Yeah, it’s about a mon that traveled a lot, but in his travels, he would always make sure once a year to head home to Triacal. Specifically, this spot at the base of the mountain. One day, when he came back, he found his village had been attacked, and all his family, friends, neighbors gone. He was stricken with sadness…but he never left the mountain. To him, it was all he had left. Instead, he started a new town, one that’s on the other side of it. It’s called ‘Traveler’ and how to nothing could ever ‘ale’ him from ever not coming back. It’s a union of those two words I think and the town across, it’s called ‘Restriver town’, another union. This one being ‘rest’ and ‘traveler’. A place all travelers rested since it was a traveler that made it, in understanding everyone has a place they miss.” Jaron moved his left fist close to his chest and close his eyes. “They say, another thing that makes this story sound true…is when you look at it, you’ll always long for somewhere or something you miss.”

              “Oh? How does that work?” Jaron inquired, sitting down.

              “Not sure how, but…” Jaron’s eyes narrowed and he bit his lip a little. “When I look at it…I think of the time I saw it. I was very little so I only remember the mountain, but … it was with my family. Ciecro, Seliph, mom and dad.” Jaron’s head fell a little, as he started to feel the urge to cry a little.

              “I’m sorry, sport,” Swift apologized, “I didn’t know this mountain would rub old feelings.”

              “No, it’s fine,” Jaron said rubbing his snout, “I liked looking at it. I’m glad you both came to see. Hope the story was interesting.” Jaron turned to look at Garon.

              Garon smiled and nodded, “it was indeed an interesting tale. Never heard of it myself. Guess that shows some local flair is still left even in places you’ve been to.” Garon looked back at the mountain. “Long for something I miss huh. Maybe that mountain is magic then.”

              “Huh?” Swift said, not sure, though Jaron smiled as he knew what Garon meant. After a few minutes of inner debating, he eventually gave up and just did a little chuckle. He looked back at the mountain and walked forwards a little to the cliff’s edge. “You know…Jaron,” he said turning around, leading to Jaron to look at him in the eyes. “Thanks for telling me that story, makes a lot more sense now.” The heliolisk turned back to the mountain and his grin slowly lowered to a plain face as his eyes narrowed in reminiscence.

              Jaron joined up to look at it too, Garon did as well. Jaron’s face was smiling, as he looked at the mountain. Garon, however, was quite the opposite as he looked at Swift’s face with a frown. “You alright, buddy?” Garon asked Swift, who gave a nod but didn’t take his eyes off the mountain.

              “It hurts to look back yeah.”

              “Look back to what?” Jaron inquired and Swift looked at him.

              “…Well, you aren’t the only one that misses your mother. Me and Garon, were close friends of them, still haven’t gotten over it.” Swift looked back to the mountain along with the other two. “There’s just something about the randomness of it that probably makes it linger. I guess that shows just how quickly your world can change…”

              All three went silent as they now gazed upon the mountain in frowns, thinking of their lives before the incidents. Before their worlds changed.
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              Trishula's flashback there is interesting. He seems a bit more timid than now there. Daemon and Plageues's interaction was also fun.

              Garon and Swift's backstories are also interesting and a bit sad, too. I admit the part where Garon was listening to Jaron and reminiscing at the same time I got confused at first if Garon was talking and reminiscing at the same time. I can see where you're going with that though, having Garon and Jaron's anxiety over their friends parallel one another. Looks like it won't be much longer until the group make it to their destination!
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                Chapter 29
                Troubling Signs




                “Argh, nothing.” Demetri gave a groan as he opened his eyes in frustration and got up from sitting. “I can’t detect any sign of them here. Argh, were we too late? Are we too early?” He fumed a little as he walked over to the corner edge of a roof he was on. From the vantage point, Demetri could see the entrance to an old and rather regal Valendorine looking building that was the Frantal Town Library. Its old carvings and structural design shown in the moonlight from the sky, although inside was also lit up from activity still in there. He crossed his arms and let his eyes look at the pool of water in front of it, where some little water type kids were playing while no one was around. His eyes narrowed at seeing it, but not in a judgmental way. One by one, he identified as best he could the mons there in his head as if his own way of passing the time. Finally, he gave off a sigh after being stumped on the squirtle’s continent of origin and mumbled aloud, “Where is he?” Returning his gaze to the library, Demetri sat down, crossing his legs and resting his arms on them as he arched his back to look over the edge. It’s been a while since I’ve had downtime, well, at least outside the core’s area. He let out a sigh as troubling thoughts crossed his mind. I hope I’m wrong, Demetri said in his mind. There’s no point thinking about it. I’m off that assignment and on another one with a newbie. He leaned back and just lay there on the ground, gazing up at the stars. How long has it been since we looked under the starts together Zak? Well, the past few months I saw you we were in the catacombs of the core so we couldn’t very well see them there. A chuckle escaped his mouth and a smile crossed his face. When was the last time? Upon thinking this, he began a deep memory search for the last time they did, and only for the last time they did.

                “Ah, that’s right,” he said aloud, too pleased to hold it in. “It was that time in Sorphia.”


                ( O )



                “This looks like a good spot, right Dem?” Zak said to Demetri, gazing at a nice little clear spot a ledge of the cliff part of a trail in the mountains. “Dem?” he turned around. “You do have ears correct?” Zak joked at Demetri’s silence as he watched the grumping sluggishly scale up the pathway to join him.

                Demetri, in full panting mode, gave him a displeased look and proceeded to complain, “Why did we have to do this so far up the freaking trail?’

                “Because, you’re further from the ground, so that means less chance of getting interrupted. Besides, they’re very pretty up here without so much obscuring them.”

                “Fair I guess,” Demetri conceded, annoyance still on his face as the two sat down. “But still, stargazing?” Demetri looked at Zak, who was already doing the activity. The typhlosion didn’t reply just kept gazing up at the stars above with a smile, much to Demetri’s frustration. Demetri gave a little growl and looked up as well. As the minutes ticked by, Demetri couldn’t help but slowly get caught up in the activity. “Oh there,” he said, suddenly pointing out for Zak to see, “you think that’s that one star?”

                “Well, I agree it’s a star bud. A blue dwarf maybe, but to such which name this star is deserving, I am unfortunately at a loss,” Zak said with a little satire and an accompanying grin.

                “I can’t remember the name okay, but it’s that one that… Ugh, look it’s in that one story.” Demetri crossed his arms to try and remember. “…Ah! I got it”

                “What?”

                “That’s Callium the first.” Demetri stood up in triumph and pointed out to it with a big smile, “the first Sun of Sorphia.”

                “Huh, really?” Zak muttered, not quite getting it. He stood up and joined him look out at it. Zak then repeated the “first Sun of Sorphia” and looked to Demetri for elaboration.

                “Well, you see Zak, we’re in Sorphia right now. Their ruler is called as ‘The Sun of Sorphia’. Kind of like the title king, but more signature to their culture. You know, akin to ‘the Fell’ for Yveshia, ‘The Overlord’ for the Askirin Race in the Reverse World and ‘Prime Winter’ for Kyurem.”

                “Ah I see,” Zak said, with a little nod as he was getting it.

                “They say, that whenever a ‘Sun of Sorphia’ passes, he goes up there and becomes one of the many stars. At least, according to an old legend. More than likely not true, but there’s something about your ancestors looking down from above in care that makes mons feel happy.”

                There was a little pause before Zak asked, “So why did they go with the sun?”

                “Hmm…let’s see, if I remember my studies correctly it was because their last huge battle for independence against the clans started at midnight and ended at sunrise with Callium the first at the ocean thrusting his hook gauntlets into the sand where the tide comes in.” Demetri then looked at Zak, “I did have a Sorphian father you know.”

                “Fair,” Zak said, sitting back down, “and that’s why you know about it right?”

                “Yeah,” Demetri replied and joined him in sitting as well. Demetri then looked off in the distance, far to where in the view looked like the start of a vast desert. “It’s weird…”

                “What?” Zak asked, leaning in a little closer.

                “Well, the clans…Sorphia…they’ve been here for a long time. Yet seemingly always at odds. I sometimes wonder why it has to be that way.” Demetri’s eyes narrowed. “Though, I can understand to some degree. It’s hard to get along when both are well…different. I mean, the clansmons strong but outnumbered. Seemingly looking up to their ancestors, the arbiters. It’s enough to not be able to connect let alone care for.” Demetri turned to look back at the stars. “Perhaps, that’s what the Sun of Sorphia is to the people here. Their own stakes in legend.”

                “Oh yeah,” Zak added, standing up again to join him, “aren’t the five originals like arceus’s chosen mons?”

                “Yep,” Demetri answered. Silence resumed for a while before Demetri added, “I wonder if they didn’t go…would this conflict still have happened?”

                “Maybe,” Zak added, “I mean, even if the arbiters weren’t around for the ‘twenty years of Callium’s war’ that was still not long after the arbiters left. I think it was about a millennia ago is what’s recorded. Though, I think it’s close enough to Callium’s war to still rub old conflict. I mean, I can’t imagine a war that took up the entire world without legends.”

                “Fair,” Demetri added, with a little nervousness added, “Aegis’s Invasion.” They both remained silent as if the mere mention of that name was enough to seal their mouths.

                “Well, that’s history and we have our future to look forward to,” Zak exclaimed in a chipper tone, trying to change the subject and mood. “I mean, we’ve done pretty well and sure things are tense, at least they like you more now.”

                “True,” Demetri said, feeling a little guilty and rubbing one of his ears. “You know, if you try complying to their stuff more, then maybe they’d change their tune regarding you.”

                “Pfft, they’d have to earn that from me.” Zak crossed his arms and gave a huff.

                “Heh, I didn’t earn it and you do it for me,” Demetri pointed out with a teasing grin.

                “Yeah, but you’re different. Unlike, the core and other planet nerves, you Demetri, understand me.” He looked to Demetri and with sincerity in his tone said, “and not just because you know what few do, but because I know about you too.”

                Demetri blushed a little, looked forwards and rubbed his arm. “That’s…very nice of you to say,” he stuttered making Zak laugh.

                “I mean, of fu**ing course you are. We’re mates, buddies, partners.” Zak slung his arm over Demetri’s shoulders and pointed up at the sky, “we have the whole of our future to head towards. I mean, what’s more fun than doing something with someone you care about, right Dem?”

                “Right,” Demetri gave a nod, just as fired up and happy as Zak. “Thanks for taking me to see the stars, Zak.”

                “No problem,” Demetri said, pulling Demetri in a little with the arm on the grumpig’s shoulders, “can’t think of anyone else I’d rather do it with.”


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                ...Then we packed up after a little while longer and headed back. Demetri muttered, finishing the narration in his head, eyes still on the library. It’s…so lonely being all the way here. He let out a sigh and his head fell and eyes shut. “I just…I just have to hurry and get back. Then we can go stargazing again and as many times as you want Zak.” A few sniffles escaped his nose as he wiped it with his arm. “But enough sentiment,” he said, standing up, “now where the actual fu** is Devon? He said he just wanted to scout around, I didn’t think he meant every freaking alley in this town.” He grumbled in a low tone as he walks over to the center of the roof and sat down, attempting to try and find Devon. As he was doing this, he suddenly felt a strange feeling…something familiar. “Huh?” he said, shooting his eyes awake and stood up looking around. He was about to ponder it when Devon buzzed up to the roof.

                “Zzzorry about that,” he buzzed landing not far from Demetri, “kinda had a hard time getting the zzzupplies.” Devon tilted his head, looking at a spaced out Demetri. “Zzzir, you okay?” he asked, slowly walking over to him and tapping Demetri on his arm.

                “Hrm?...what?” Demetri finally noticed Devon and jumped back a little startled. “Oh, there you are finally.” Looking back in a direction, Demetri closed his eyes once more.

                “Uh…zzzir, do you zzzenzzze zzzomething?” Devon inquired.

                Demetri, however, just remained silent and focused. His eyes suddenly shot open as if something was surprising him and he dashed to the side of the roof.

                “Zzzir?” Devon shouted, pursuing Demetri as best he could.

                Demetri quickly levitated a plank and threw it out as he jumped and grabbed it and levitated it down as he hung on. Devon just dove from the top, buzzing his wings trying to keep up. Demetri was the first to land, and he dashed off tossing the plank to the side. “Zzzir, whatzzz wrong?” Devon shouted as he flew after Demetri. The pursuit went through many turns in an alley, Devon trying to see what Demetri was chasing. Suddenly, Devon stopped as he looked upon Demetri looking over something like a corpse. Immediately, Devon’s stomach surge and he had to avert his eyes to hold it in. Finally, Devon got control of his stomach and looked again, only to be forced to struggle again at seeing Demetri touch it with his fingers.

                “Nope, he’s been dead for some time…” Demetri stated standing up, “I’d say at least over an hour.” He raised his fist to his chin and began contemplating. The mon isn’t a clansmon, and apparently from the fur color and, Demetri opened the dead raichu’s eyes forcing Devon once again in a stomach battle right after getting out of it, eye color being green…Solian…maybe. No, they aren’t this shade. Could be local or immigrant. A sigh left Demetri’s mouth as he retracted his hands from its eyes and instead assessed the wound. It was a clear-cut across the throat, likely done swiftly and plain. In fact, the cut looked rather well done and precise, as if an expert had been able to see his target before engaging. He then assessed the rest of the neck. “Hmm, the neck indicates it was from behind and there looks like no sign of a struggle, but…” Demetri mused out loud, backing from the corpse and looking around at the area. “Potentially, perhaps a runner? I mean, there are signs there was running. I nor Devon knocked those things over so was he running from someone and then got cut? And if he got cut, by who?” Demetri once again looked at the corpse and noticed a small parcel it had that had been torn open. He levitated it upwards, ensuring nothing was falling out and began taking its contents out one by one.

                “D-did you find zzzomthing?” Devon said, still queasy but stable.

                “…Perhaps,” Demetri said, eyes narrowing as he pulled out a few clues as to who the mon is. “Ranger…likely from another town. See, this badge says ‘Treasure City’ branch.” He set the badge in his open palm to look at it better.

                “But thizzz izzz Frantal right? Far from Treasure town at least.” Devon buzzed closer to look, his curiosity easing his stomach with a distraction from the dead body next to them.

                “Indeed, so likely he was investigating something but what.” Demetri activated the badge, but it didn’t respond. “Damaged apparently,” the grumping grumbled levitating it back to the parcel. “Him having it in a parcel might mean he was going undercover. Undercover in what though.” Demetri looked up at the sky and closed his eyes, doing his best to try and make sense of it all.

                “You think…it’s the red eyes?” Devon inquired.

                “Maybe,” Demetri bluntly said, “thugs aren’t exactly accurate a lot of the time and his coins are here still…maybe he knew something and was forced to keep quiet by him losing his life.” But if that is what they were aiming for why leave the corpse here? Wouldn’t that just add to the suspicions? Ugh, for now, I should just report it, that’s the best I can do right now.

                Demetri began pinging for cells to report to while Devon just shut his eyes to not look at the corpse and have a stomach rollercoaster again.










                “Meddlesome,” a figure said sitting on the roof of the highest building in Frantal. “He got what he deserved.” It stood up and let the breeze blow on his body and a let out a relieved sigh. “Well, hopefully, this sends a clear message at least to you,” the figure said, taking something out of a small pouch, “you and all of you nosey mons in Triacal.” He flicked his claws up, flipping a coin into up, the light of the moon reflecting off of a silver Bohrmian and letting it fall back into his waiting sandslash claw. He continued to flip it in silence, his red iris eyes looking off across the city. “Don’t try it. Hopefully, the core gets the message, or at least figures it out if he has brains.” He caught his coin and held it out in front, looking at it with narrow eyes. “I should leave now. Did my job here so,” He shoved the coin into his pocket, “time for training I guess or at least…time away from this.” He began walking away but suddenly stopped. Stayed in silence and slowly forming a scowl as if he was hearing something he didn’t like. “Shut up,” he muttered under his breath as he headed for the spot to climb down.

                As he landed down into an alley and headed down it, he pulled out his coin again and started flipping it a little. A small noise sounded and he stopped immediately. The sandslash slowly turned his head to his belt pack that and opened it to pull out a blinking communication orb. Once he pressed the orb he instantly was greeted by a, “Hello Armie.” His eyes went down halfway as an aggravated sigh escaped his mouth. “What is it, Plageues?” the mon asked with a frown into the com, “and can you at least say my name right or are you retarded on purpose?”

                “Oh come now, Armád, you know I enjoy talking to Mr. Coin Flipping edgy Mk-”

                “Say what you need to and then hang up,” Armád spoke into the com with a monotone threat.

                “My, my, well if you are in such a hurry then fine. I got wind you were in the area and I was wondering if you were able to back me up for a mission, since you’re around and all,” the voice in there said with a rather exaggerated chipperness as if it was talking to an old friend.

                Armád just stood there with an annoyed expression and started flipping his coin faster with no reply.

                After some time, Plageues spoke again. “Hello? Did you go off and get yourself killed?”

                “Handle your own fu**ing mission,” Armád snapped as he was about to turn the orb off.

                “Hold on, that’s no way to treat someone you’re talking to,” Plageues said with a chuckle that made Armád growl.

                “Look Playjerk,” Armád began but was cut off.

                “Oh you like making names too,” Plageues teased with a playful tone that frustrated Armád enough to catch his coin and punch a wall with a newly formed fist.

                “What the reverse do you fu**ing want from me you piece of trash‽”

                There was silence, till Plageues said, “Fine, Mr. Prickly if you want me to get to the point.” There was a brief pause as Plageues cleared his throat, “I’m heading after a target to capture, you ever hear of Aegis?”

                Armád replied in a snobbish tone, “No and I don’t really feel like I care to.”

                “Oh but someone sure does.” Plageues giggled as he said, “Lord Azazel.”

                Armád looked sternly at the orb, his focus slowly rising at the mention of that name. “How so?”

                “Beats me,” Plageues said with a shrug on his end, “but what matters is that he’s interested in it. You know what that means, big points for whoever brings him in. I personally have no need for them, but you, on the other hand, could use some favor points.”

                Armád’s expression slowly shifted to skepticism. “If that’s the case then why are you doing it?” he asked as he started flipping his coin again.

                “Simple, because they need me for it. I am a good tracker, but you Armád have skills I could use. Plus, the brat I’m after has friends and they proved troublesome for the last group which sadly I’m stuck with, but without the better Trishula part of it.”

                “Trishula?” Armád repeated, “It was his mission?”

                “Yep, and frankly he was pissed to be taken off of it. You should have seen his face when he went on the boat. Mon, he was mad about it.” Plageues giggled while Armád rolled his eyes. “But getting back to the overall point, if you could help us that would be good.”

                Armád contemplated, but his thoughts were interrupted by Plageues asking, “Where are you anyway?”

                “Well, I was carrying out a minor mission on taking out some mon that was investigating the area here and moseying in our business on order from the superiors. I just ended the bit** so I was going to finish up checking on our associates in Triacal’s trade ring before heading to Bohriam and meet with Gaispir there.” The sandslash started walking down the alley, his temper going down now that Plageues was tolerable. “But that’s more taking a break from missions.

                “So, can you come help or can’t you?”

                Armád coughed for a second and gave a firm “No…” he then let out a sigh and followed with, “but, I can tell you I’m not the only here on a mission. If you need their assistance, they are Gulag and Elrios but other than that I won’t be attending.”

                “Very well then,” Plageues said with an instigating tone, “say ‘hi’ to your first convert for me.”

                Armád threw the orb down the hallway at hearing that. He placed his claw up to his head and shook his head slightly as he angrily groaned. “Why can’t he just fu**ing die,” he dragged his claw over his face and walked over to the orb’s stopping spot. He picked it up and gazed into it with a troubled look. “My first convert huh…” he mumbled to himself as he put it away. The sky began to start doing a gentle drizzle before a bigger rain storm would hit. “Late huh…” he said to the summer storm looking upwards at the clouds he couldn’t see due to the night. He resumed his walk. “Better late than rushed,” he mumbled as he began flipping his coin as the rain began to pour harder. Without a word or a change in expression, he caught his coin, put it away and just let himself get soaked.


                < O >


                “That’s not good,” Dolly said to herself as she looked at the storm clouds in the distance.

                Swift, walked up to join her in looking at the problematic travel hazard ahead. “Rain eh,” the heliolisk said with a little enthusiasm, “sounds fine.”

                “No, when we have a long ways to go.” She pointed at the path leading to where Frantal Town could be seen from the vantage spot in the mountains. “More than likely, we’ll need to hurry if we’re going to be far enough on the trail to not get hit since the road makes a giant ‘U’ shape to go track to another city with a path down later going back to Frantal.” Pointing out to the two she explained, “That right there is Frantal Town. Normally we could take the path there,” she gestured to a rather straightforward looking pathway down some mountain slopes and through some of the farming fields to the town, “but the rain is right over it and pretty heave. Meaning, it might be better for us to take the longer route that does around those mountains instead of cutting through before them there.” She returned her arm and propose it on her side, muttering, “It’ll take us a bit out of our initial way, but at least we won’t get too wet. I’d say we’ll arrive in about post-lunchtime. Anyways,” Dolly faced the heliolisk and instructed, “Get the others ready. We won’t have much time before we have to move.”

                Swift nodded and raced off to get everyone ready. Dolly just watched the clouds before being called over. “Okay,” she shouted, “choose partners now. We don’t have much time.”

                “Garon,” Jaron said immediately, causing the dragon to look at him with an appreciative smile. “I mean, you said after one.” Jaron smiled at Dolly who caved to the request.

                “Yes I did,” she admitted letting out a sigh, “Okay next?”

                “Vragon,” Seliph said aloud, leading to Vragon looking at him with an opposite reaction that Garon’s to Jaron. He was about to say something when Jasmine paired up with Swift. Vragon’s heart sank as Dolly ended the voting with, “So that leaves me with Ciecro. Alright, mons get with your partners and let’s head out.”

                “Well it shouldn’t be too troubling a trip if we can avoid the rain,” Seliph said, joining up to Vragon, “shall we take the front?”

                “I suppose,” the fraxure replied, crossing his arms and twisting his body a little. He then said in a sarcastic tone, “Don’t enjoy getting wet.”

                “Rather it is you wouldn’t enjoy the experience,” Seliph said with a smile. Vragon faced the greninja and let out a sigh. “Well let’s just get to the town then.”

                “Yes,” Vragon said, pulling his travel pack over his shoulder and putting the strap around the other, “let’s just get to the town.” He proceeded to walk on, Seliph following with a confused expression.

                “Something wrong?” Seliph inquired, jogging up to Vragon’s side.

                “Did you forget the standings we are in?” Vragon said with a little bit of hostility in his tone.

                “No, of course not. Just wondering why you are being well…a little hostile.” Vragon just kept his gaze forwards and didn’t reply. Seliph than asked, “Something happen last night?”

                Vragon kept quiet, his mind dwelling back on the dream he had before they all had started this journey. “I just…don’t want this to be a complete waste. Coming here to Frantal.”

                “And why would that be?” Seliph asked, leading Vragon to scowl a little and roll his eyes. “I’m serious.”

                Vragon grunted and said, “You know I don’t know my past right?”

                “Ah I see,” Seliph said, raising his fist to his chin. He looked at Vragon when the dragon spoke again.

                “It’s important to me I find out.” The fraxure grabbed his pendant on his neck and held it out for Seliph to see. “I want to know what this is and why I have a connection to it. Why I’m Averion and how I ended up here. I want to know it all and not knowing bothers me.”

                “I can understand. It would bother me too.” Seliph looked down the path and let out a sigh. “It bothers me not knowing things.”

                Vragon looked at Seliph, this time with curiosity. “About what exactly?”

                “Well,” Seliph straightened his pack on his back and muttered in a low tone, “Bothers me I haven’t created a cure.”

                Vragon’s eyes widened and he looked forwards, rather surprised to hear this even if it made perfect sense considering what he knew. I guess that’s true. Vragon felt a little guilty at his venting despite Seliph always having this feeling too. I shouldn’t be so hostile. I mean, so far he’s been nice and well taking out my worries on him isn’t good for him nor me. He looked forward and clasped his pendant harder. Let’s just get to Frantal for now.

                Seliph was watching Vragon and what he could assume was a guilty expression on the fraxure’s face. He slowly let his pace fall behind Vragon’s and glanced back at the rest behind. Jaron and Garon seemed to be conversing in a friendly and active manner. Did they talk last night? He thought, as his eyes shifted to Jasmine and Swift. They were conversing as well but seemed to be more getting to know each other, or at least Seliph assumed via the lack of friendly gestures from Swift. Good. He looked at the last two and his brow raised. Ciecro’s head was down a little and eyes were...worried. Dolly had her arm on his shoulder and was talking to him for all he could assume was, encouraging. Did something happen and they are talking? Seliph looked forwards and quickly caught back up to Vragon’s side. His eyes narrowed as he began going over the information he had.

                First, I’ll see about Garon regarding Jaron. I need to keep things on both good terms. Once there, I should try and get to talk with Vragon and help him in his little search. Unfortunately, there’s Dolly but I might have a chance if something is bothering Ciecro. Though, his head slowly lowered, something seems deep on his mind. Maybe…maybe I should try and talk to him too…No, he wouldn’t want to talk to me, least of all about something bothering him. I’m the bad older brother after all to them, and they clearly are still getting used to me being around. I wonder though. They are being less aggressive, could it be in regards to that night before. I should make a note of that, but first things first. Find out the truth about you Vragon, and see if there is something there.


                < O >


                Daemon peered through a vile containing some strange fizzy red liquid as he slowly tipped a blood sample over and let a few drops land in this liquid. I began bubbling violently but not enough to overflow its edges, and slowly let it begin to settle down. After it had become completely still in his motionless hand he moves his eyes closer to it.

                “Hmm,” he mumbled aloud, “bonded…so then,” he slowly moved another vile with his other hand over to the top of the vile. Small droplets of blood dripped down into the formula, causing it to bubble once more before finally settling down like last time. Daemon set the vile down upon a little holder and proceeded to go through his notes. “Bonding formula, there must be a means to separate the samples.” He tapped his writing stick on the side of the desk as his one eye browsed over the scribbles, drawings, and notes on the many papers before him. “If I could just figure a means that could work then…” his eye narrowed as he straightened up. Silently he floated over to a mirror and peered into it, however, all he focused on in the reflecting image was the bandage on his right shoulder. “If I can find it…I may be able to-” a sudden knock came on the door. With an aggravated grumble and two fingers moved to rub his eye Daemon coldly said, “Yes?”

                “Begging pardon sir,” a mon said, entering. It was a rather fit beartic with a small ice beard and an arm guard with some attached technologies and design indicating captain status. He gave a polite head no and slight bow with his arm cupped under as his body folded over it barely.

                “Go on captain,” Daemon muttered as he floated over to put away his notes.

                “Lord Azazel has arrived and he wishes to speak to you.” The captain waited for a reply, yet none came from Daemon. It was rather awkward for the guy, considering Daemon didn’t even seem to give him a notable expression. “Would…you wish for him to wait?” he finally suggested to which Daemon replied,

                “No Captain Chenoo, I will go and speak with him personally.” The ghost floated over to his coat post and put on his over jacket and floated to the captain, who immediately stepped out so Daemon could lock the door behind him. They both walked down the hall in silence, until Daemon inquired, “How long has he been here?”

                “Just arrived,” the captain informed.

                “I see,” Daemon muttered stroking his chin, “Well then, I shall see to him. But,” he suddenly faced the captain who looked at him curiously, “I wish to thank you for allowing me the blood samples.”

                “Of course sir,” the captain replied, relaxing a little, “Anything that would help your research.”

                “Indeed I suppose.” The ghost floated on but stopped at the captain adding something.

                “Mind if I ask what’s it on?” the captain looked with curious red eyes as Daemon slowly turned around.

                The ghost kept quiet and merely gazed at the beartic with a blank and a rather cold expression.

                “If…if it’s private sir-” The beartic began, but stopped at a rise of Daemon’s hand.

                “Tell me, captain,” he said, “Why did you join?”

                “Oh?”

                “The red eyes,” Daemon clarified.

                The captain crossed his arms and leaned on one leg and looked at the wall. “That’s really personal sir.”

                “Isn’t it personal for all,” Daemon pointed out. “But you need not inform me.” He then folded his arms behind his back, while the beartic looked at him confused. “What’s important is there was a reason why you joined, like everyone else…a personal reason. You sought something more…did you not?” The beartic nodded and Daemon resumed. “As I sought to be more in kind. Why I research…is for that fact.”

                “Understood,” the captain said with a nod, not entirely sure what Daemon was getting at or happy he wasn’t just told what it was but didn’t push for an answer.

                Daemon gave a little cough as he turned around. “As such, I will put in a good word for you. My hopes to you for becoming selected should you apply.”

                “Thank you, sir,” Chenoo said with a grateful smile as Daemon floated down. Hearing that from him heh, imagine that. Soon maybe, hopefully, I’ll be one of them.

                Daemon floated down a corridor to a rather large and oddly dim light lobby. In the middle was a figure in a dark hood and cloak seemingly staring at the floor, arms at side and floating. Daemon announced himself with a cough and said, “You wished to see me…Lord Azazel.”

                “Indeed,” Azazel slithered, turning around to face Daemon, “tell me, how are your…attempts going?”

                “If you refer to my individual projects, they are performing adequately,” Daemon replied, but Azazel just shook his head.

                “No, no,” he said taking off his hood, revealing a hydreigon head with very dark red eyes a white and black skin and rather odd burn marks. “Where your passion lies.”

                “I don’t understand,” Daemon said with a calm tone and cool head. Be still Daemon.

                “Well,” the red-eyed dragon laughed slightly as he floated towards Daemon and faced away from him, “Everyone has a dream, ambition. Even the ones that are…dreamless have something down there that drives them…an empty will, however, is the first sign life is dying.”

                “I’d rather a straight answer sir,” Daemon said a little impatiently.

                “Careful not to rush to carefully, Daemon.” The dragon said with a grin, “Some things could be considered treason to your superiors.”

                Daemon tensed at this but remained composed. “I will be cautious sir. But may I inquire what gives you these thoughts of ill towards me?”

                “Oh no, you misunderstand me Daemon,” Azazel said with a less creepy grin, “I didn’t say I considered it treason, only that some in the red eyes would. I mean, tampering with your being as you are to…silence it, is a method few would want to be completed, correct?”

                Daemon’s heart sank. He felt a chill down his body as if all the energy in him was frozen and shaken. The red-eye fell slightly, wide open as his mind was in disarray. He shook his head however and replied, “No such thing would be permissible, understandably.” How? It’s impossible, there’s no way he could know about…did I get ratted out by Plageues or… Daemon waited for an answer from the dragon who merely looked back at the wall.

                “You feel bound to it, don’t you?” the dragon stated without a smile nor a stare at him.

                “Bound by what?” Daemon dared ask, wanting an answer to whether or not Azazel knew or was just probing him.

                “Do you wish for me to say it here?” The dragon faced him and gestured his arms out wide.

                Daemon looked around, seeing a few mons around him. All potentially in hearing distance. “Never mind sir.” Blast, if he knows then… Daemon floated over to look upon the wall himself. He then said, “If I may ask Lord Azazel. Trishula is heading here, but won’t be for about two days. So, why did you come here so early?”

                “I wished to converse with you,” he started looking at the wall with a frown. “However, you aren’t the only reason I came here.” The red eyes Lord faced Daemon and in a low tone whispered, “You are one of the four of the inner iris council. Out of all of them, you have been with us the longest and have done much to make the red eyes plans bolster forwards. So, it is due to this recognition that I…have an order for you.”

                Daemon gave a nod and listened intently.

                “I have been focusing my efforts in finding Aegis’s vessel. Pathos continues his pursuit and recruiting, and Mephiles is working on projects with the science division. However, you of the Iris council hold potential problems. While many of you are indeed fitting to be there, I have heard of disruption amongst some of the newer members of your council. Pokémon that seem to doubt those of us above them. As a head, I wish for you to quell these at the next meeting, but…” he leaned in closer. “I also wish for you to seek out ones that could be traitorous or shown signs of actions against us.”

                “I’m honored for this mission,” Daemon said with a head bow.

                “These are dangerous times Daemon. No more are we in the dark to the world, now we are seen by them and by our enemies. Those that lose sight of why they came must be found, lest we have potential damage done to our plans and you understand how long we’ve been preparing for this.” A dark smile replaced the serious gaze on Azazel as he added with a little slither in his words, “We draw near to the finish of collection.”

                Daemon rubbed his chin and let out a thinking noise as he closed his eye. “I will do what I can,” he stated and the dragon nodded.

                “Oh, one more thing,” Azazel said floating off. “When my apprentice, Trishula, arrives; I want you to personally escort him here. So, if you will please head to the port town he will be landing at and bringing him here I would be most appreciative.”

                “Very well,” Daemon accepted, “I must attend a few things before my departure.”

                The ghost began floating off as Azazel, with a pleased smile floated in the other direction, stated, “of course.”

                The ghost was silent as he traveled to his lodgings and shut the door behind him. He floated to his main table and placed his two hands on it and just stared at the well-kept wood. Terrible feelings and thoughts permeated his head as he tried to calm himself after the scare he had earlier. Even if he knows, he wouldn’t inform the other ones, he reasoned as he straightened up. After all, to condemn me over this would be wasteful to him and put him at odds with his apprentice. He looked to the side at his bookcase, the lines of gold coins and items in bags assorted in a neat and orderly fashion. Floating over to it, he flipped a little clipping and opened a hidden compartment no bigger than two of his fingers. Carefully, he dug into it and pull out a little picture. It will be good to see you…again. I need some solace after all. He gripped his right shoulder, where his bandage was wrapped. This was a disturbing revelation, to say the least.
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