Congratulations Anton Keeton on your acceptance into Highwall High school! Starting August 26th 2023 for our 2023-24 year of school, your child will be enrolled into the only greatest school in teaching and acknowledging he/she and other students on how to manage their personal companion and their personal ways of health education. And, marking our 20th anniversary of the Grand Opening to our marvelous establishment, we will welcome your child with open arms as he/she learns with much quest for knowledge. We will see your child on the first day of school once again, with open arms.

Sincerely, your beloved Principle:

Gerard Genetti

Bright light shines through the window, a small boy named Anton sleeping in his little nest of a bed, the light rays touching his face but not the eyes to wake him up from his slumber, in fact, the sunlight made the young man all the more peaceful in his shelter. But suddenly a force opened the window seal quickly without Anton knowing, the light now bursting into his eyes, he covered the sheets over his head as the sunshine radiated against his face and eyelids.

"I know you are sleeping in there, don't make Staraptor peck you again young man!" He heard his father's voice as the bigger predator Pokémon started making it his way into the window and landing on the sleepy head.

"Ok ok ok, I'm up Dad! No need to be in such a fit!" Anton shouted in somewhat playful manner, feeling slightly irritated from the beak that was tapping his skull. As he rose from the bed he saw the stream of light rushing downstairs out back from the window, signally his dad pulling back his companion.

"You better come down for something to eat, the bus gets here in about 30 minutes." Anton heard his mother down the hall, a little bit of cheerfulness in her voice. He started getting up from his bed after unveiling himself from the sheets, stretching his arms and legs in a loud manner, his back and shoulder popping from the stiff position that he slept in. He walked over to his dresser, removing the usual get up that he would wear to school; a simple grey shirt and black shorts, also wearing his simple watch for telling the time in case he became uninterested for the classes, just in case.

He walked out of his room heading over to the bathroom, doing his essential freshening routine; brushing teeth, combing hair (despite how small it is), generally waking himself up for today's "big" day. He stared at his face closely in the mirror, his mind racing with curiosity. Who was he going to take as his permanent partner in combat, and more importantly, how badly would be acting if he took the wrong kind of Pokémon, he didn't want any mistakes to happen to his life changing moment. On the other hand, the futuristic ritual for the process was always deemed reliable and true to its word to help guide the user to his or her ideal partner. Anton finished up washing his face and walking down to meet his lively parents.

His mother, washing dishes with her loving helper Espeon, humming as she floated individual plates over to the washer inside with ease. "Hurry up and eat your grub, Anton." His mother exclaimed without looking over as her partner gave him a slight nod in happiness; she was feeling very excited as he could tell, her green blouse radiating the healthy grass that she saw outside from the neighbor's yard. Today was a very special day indeed, even though this was merely just school to some.

Anton went ahead to eat the toast that his mother left for him, drinking the glass of water to wash it all down. He was then stopped as he was still sipping, his mother handing him his backpack for school, all the necessary supplies that was required to take his notes and other essential needs. "Double check the bag in case we forgot something, you can't be too careful for such an important day hun." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and pat him on the head, Anton felt a little frustrated at the childish behavior that came from the mother that raised him all his life, but he simply shut the negativity out of his head as his mother could not help it

"Mom I checked the dang bag three times over, and saw the list enough to practically memorize it, I'm fine, seriously." He chuckled at the thought of his own hypocritical statements, feeling always unorganized at times. "Anyways, I gotta get going now so I'm not late, like you have been trying to do to get me up, riiiiiiight?"

"Of course hun, I love you, hope for the best today!" She gave one more small peck of affection, for once Anton could finally smile without personal consequence, feeling a little confident in today.

He walks out the door and down the pavement, looking around his neighborhood; several other kids in their homes said their goodbyes to their parents as well, somewhat ashamed that he doesn't know these others as much. All of the newer students taking their sibling's Pokémon for means of transportation, a Flygon supporting twins, a Tropius carrying a rather thicker looking man, most likely an old-comer to the school. Walking down the sidewalk and over to the corner where the bus stop was residing, he leaned against the post waiting for the bus to arrive.

He heard someone walking up behind him, at first he decided not to look in order not to be rude, but the fellow decided to walk up in front and wait right next to the corner. He could barely contain the excitement that he had for today's school day.

"Um, excuse me…" Anton tapped the stranger's shoulder and nearly instantly regretted it; the stranger all of a sudden grabbed Anton's hand to throw him against the pole, pinning him down beside the sidewalk pavement in a suplex hold.

The man that slammed him against the pole was simply wearing a blue polo and jeans, his semi-short long hair flapped to the side but then snapped back over to the left where he kept the hold of his hairdo. His brown eyes gazed at Anton intensely, if not extremely hostile looking.

"You better have a good reason why you were gonna assault me." The stranger looked down at his prey, his captive struggling in the hold.

"What the hell I just only touched your shoulder, I just wanted to ask something!" Anton yelled out to the attacker, clearly enraged with the stranger.

"Then what are you doing at the stop then?"

"Waiting for the damn bus, now let me go!"

The stranger automatically let go of his hand, completely befuddled as he randomly attacked a fellow student. He grabbed back Anton's hand after being taken back from his actions and got him up on his feet.

"Oh crap I need to stop doing that, I've been nervous around neighborhoods for a long time, especially since my parents told me that people can be crazy." He looked at his hands for a few seconds, "am I crazy too?"

"Hey hey, don't get yourself down like that, you don't need to feed bad over what happened, frankly I was someone you didn't know but I uh…did want to ask you something."

As if this kid was reading his mind, he replied simply: "About school for today? I don't know when the bus is gonna be here but…ugh." He sighed and sat down besides the pole, clearly disappointed at the driver being late. "…It's Dennis by the way, Dennis Hunt."

"Oh uh…I'm Anton, but yeah, I uh…I'm waiting for the bus like you. But, something's off, why everyone in such a big rush to get to school? Don't people…hate school?" Anton was still puzzled from the unexpected strength of his new "friend", but still remembered his original question, one at a time he thought to himself.

"So you aren't excited to get your new Pokémon partner? It's one of the greatest honors from Mr. Genetti, he and others are gonna help us out with our new friend. I hope I get someone that will like me." He told back to Anton, feeling a little nervous as the thought came to him. These Pokémon partners would stick with their master until said master decided to kick the can, the fact of this still made him sad but it made since, the mind died with the body. Frankly Anton had secretly hoped for someone that would help him with his classes. A few came to mind for him as he thought of his parents; he seemed more leaning towards either a Flying or Psychic type, regardless he was reassured that he would get the right choice for him, whoever he may receive.

"Jeez, finally! The bus showed up from its slumber!" Dennis sprang up with more joy in his voice, Anton still rattled with the attack somewhat became annoyed, they both stepped up in the yellow bus for the transportation to the school. Ironically they sat next to each other due to the lack of open seats, but Anton didn't mind for once of being around people on the bus. He already seemed to find his first friend.

After the 40-minute drive down several backed up interstates and roads, the bus finally arrived in front of the mighty Highwall High School. The activity outside of the school was completely vivid and lively: Several flyers landed on the sidewalk leading right next to the school gates, cars stocking up against the front with kids being bombarded with goodbye kisses and good luck mini-speeches.

Anton finally stepped off the bus, looking at a parent-child conversation, the two of them hugging as they hoped for the best like the rest of the new students. He could have sworn to hear a deep and low chuckle, but shrugged it off; he was keen on hearing weird thoughts in his own head, he became used to it.

The other students, Dennis included, were awe-inspired as the campus was vast in its own right, and the sign above the main building that greeted the newcomers:

Welcome Class of 26'!

Anton himself chuckled, the red carpet being rolled out for the youngsters in quite an unexpected friendly way. That is, until a complete opposite force was coming towards the new students. The gang of clearly older-looking jocks came their way walking up to Anton and the new freshmen waiting to get into the campus, already the group showed off their intensity with their yellow leather jackets (which Anton found ugly) and tinted sunglasses.

"Oh man, something smells like crap, I think we need to do the janitor's job for once. Who the hell let these guys in here anyway?" One of the lackey's behind the buffer looking jock clearly looking down at his "prey". "Why don't we give them the welcome call that they deserve?"

Already Anton was surprised as Dennis started to walk away from the group, completely un-phased from the jock threats, bringing his bag over his left shoulder without a care in the world.

"HEY, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?!" The same lackey shouted at Dennis, in which stopped in his tracks, still not turning around. "I'm sure we didn't dismiss you from the welcome call you little-" Before any of the jocks had the chance to react after the underling of the group reached out for Dennis, he was already on his knees as his wrist was slowly turning over in a painful hold. Dennis keeping a poker face to the pain that he was giving.

Anton shook himself out of the trance and ran over to Dennis, not wanting the fellow to be caught beating up a student on the first day: "Dennis, what are you doing? You're gonna get yourself in deep crap if he starts screaming."

"What I am doing is self-defense." He simply replied, still keeping his straight face.

"Please friends, do not be so harsh to newcomers, it is very impolite to greet them in such a fashion," the main goon calmly walked over to Dennis and his "friend" on the ground holding in his pain, face completely red from sheer agony, "Dennis was it? My name is Robin Michiel, call me Rob if you so desire. I would definitely appreciate it if you could let go of his hand, I will see to it that he will receive punishment for his wrong actions."

Both Anton and Dennis shifted their views to Robin, absolutely disappointed with the unsurprising amount of language, talking like he is blandly quoting from a book. But despite his false sense of security, Dennis let go of his "attacker" with ease. The lackey cowardly strutting his way back to the large group.

"If there is one thing about why I feel embarrassed about my friends is that they don't have an off button- ", Robin started but was quickly interrupted from Dennis and Anton.

"No shit." Both simultaneously exclaimed.

Robin cleared his throat and shook off the harsh tone out of the two, "they do have a keen sense to go overboard and ignore what I say, following their own instincts. But what is wrong with them, I like about the both of you." He brought his hand onto each other their shoulders and smiled in a gesture of good faith. "I would calmly invite you to join our club in the chance of teaming up in hopes to win the yearly competition, surely the both of you could be interested."

"Wait, you said a club?" Dennis completely shifted the tone in his voice, in which Anton was completely baffled from the change in atmosphere.

"Yes, the both of you with the rest of us will give us great opportunities for glory and good faith, we would be glad to have more members join us." Robin kept his smile going, Dennis was mesmerized from the change in behavior, Anton feeling the urge to break some more hands than Dennis ever could.

"Well, yeah but we all gotta go to class, the bell is about to ring for the first meeting for Freshman. I will certainly think about it Rob!" Dennis ran off to the entrance to the school retaining his excitement for school, leaving Anton by himself with the group.

"So what do you say good sir?"

"I'll…think about it as well." Anton started walking toward the entrance as well, feeling a little overwhelmed at the sight of the group at a second glance, he did not want to cause trouble on the first day of school either, and he surely wouldn't be winning in a fight against a crowd no less.

The meeting for newcomers was a tradition to kick start the new year of school, all of the students gathered in the Gym to have a presentation for kids to know the "know" about the school. As people started to walk in, they were confronted by the sight of four huge machines that stood from the glossed basketball-court floor to the roof about 20 feet above their heads. Anton was started to feel a nervous vibe from the machine, the excitement must have been rubbing off against him ever since he felt these strange feelings.

As he was trying to shake off the nervous shivering in his head, the room started to quiet down. A teacher started to stand up and step forward, hands behind her back and addressing everyone in the room in a loud manner.

"Attention all freshmen, you have been gathered here today for your first day of high school here at Highwall!" She pushed her shoulder back and showed off the machines to the children, "These machines are what help us and you to gain your new partners, before we start on the process, does anyone have any allergies to metal?"

Nobody raised their hands.

"Very well, when we call your name you will stand up and walk into the chamber to receive your partner, just relax with some deep breaths, nothing we will do or say while you are in the chamber will not harm you or discourage you, so please relax and step inside."

The teacher sat down, Coach Duane according to her name tag, and let the others call out the names. Conveniently the process for each student did not take as long as Anton thought but did feel overwhelmed regardless because of the long list of freshmen there was.

After around an hour of waiting for the line to shorten, Anton heard Dennis' voice from behind one of the machines next to his that he was waiting for; Dennis was happily smiling the whole time as he was holding his partner in his arms: A small, foot tall bubble frog known as Froakie was rubbing against his trainer's arms, the two of them happy with each other's company Once again Anton heard a low-pitched chuckle from his mind, smacking his head lightly as he was getting annoyed; he obviously needed to take some medicine once he got home from school.

"Anton Keeton!"

He perked up as he heard his name, he stood at the entrance and looked over to the other stations; the other kids walked in completely hyped and jittery with enthusiasm. After a few seconds wasted by, he pressed forward and walked inside. He almost jumped as the door behind him slammed shut, all the noise from in the gym ceased and all he could hear was his own breathing. He looked around in the closed space, the dim bright lights made it hard to see the walls. He tried to touch the walls slowly as he did not know what to do.

He was beginning to worry since the time in the chamber began to grow bigger, knocking on the door, but after a few knocks, he was violently tossed to the ground, an explosion emitted from the side of the machine, light poured into the cramped space, black smoke clouding the air around Anton, he couldn't stop coughing as the gas poured into his lungs.

A few teachers gathered around the open hole of the contraption, shocked and worried, the coach went ahead and rushed in to help Anton up his feet and getting him out of the smoke. Several students that haven't left the gym started to stare at the commotion, leaving their lines to look at the ruckus.

Anton was laying on the floor, looking at the machine as it started spewing black smoke from the top, the gym's sprinklers on the ceiling started raining water from the smoke. His mind feeling extremely uneasy and hazy as he was watching the machine fall apart. How come his partner didn't come out and meet him. Was there a flaw with the wiring? He felt his vision going dark as the smoke was too much for his lungs. He felt people shaking his shoulders but he barely had the strength to stay awake.

His felt his surroundings to be barren as he was alone in the dream world, shivers were still up his skin crawling away as he was lost inside of his own head, but turned away from a sudden blue light. He had to cover his eyes as the rays were too powerful for him to register, he became all the more confused when the light died down:

Sitting in front of his only just a few feet away, was an ocean blue egg.

The huge egg was sitting on its fatter end not even moving from its perfected balance position, Anton started to walk towards the egg, curious on how it could feel, the blue lights started to pulse as he got closer with his hands. His eyes felt captivated to not blink, never to look away from the perfect shape, his curiosity growing stronger as he stood closer and closer. At last he had his hand flat on the surface, but he could not describe the texture of the egg, it was not rough but neither was it completely solid. He took notice of the creature that was inside of the egg was not moving inside, the shape inside was nearly impossible to see since the blue light was still slowly pulsing, but he still knew what was most important about this egg: It was close to hatching.

Anton could somewhat see the head of the huge creature and moved his hands along the egg to touch near where the creature laid its head. He felt some more quiet sounds before he was startled from the creature opening one of its eyes to look at Anton.

Soon.

Anton woken up in a sweat, only to be restrained by a nurse of some sort. "Anton, you need to stay still, your lungs still need some rest." He sighed from the small bed that he was laying, his breathing still somewhat hazy; he put his hand on top of his eyes being somewhat annoyed. "How long was I out ma'am?" Anton questioned, attempting to not cough once more.

"Surprisingly you were asleep for about 2 hours, it's almost time for 3rd period." The nurse responded quietly. Anton looked at the clock right beside the door and confirmed the time: 10:15 A.M.

"When can I go back to class?" Anton questioned again. "I don't want to miss any more of my classes."

"Well, I can't take you back to class, the principle said that he would like to talk to you." The nurse bowed to Anton then quickly left the room, he was somewhat surprised when he saw the Chancey that was called out to suddenly go out the door with the nurse and be called back.

Anton grabbed his knees and sat staring at the wall. He was still confused on why the machine broke while he was inside, something must have been wrong with the electronics, but it was to be also considered that the people before him were still able to summon their partners. He started to feel his frustration grow before he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked over said shoulder to see a tall man in a black suit.

The Principle, Mr. Genetti.

"Good morning Anton, are you feeling better?" His deep voice felt somewhat calming to listen to, but Anton still had to answer, he did feel his lungs feel a little better than usual.

"Yes sir, I'm glad that the situation did not get any worse than it- "

Genetti held up his hand to silence him, "I am also grateful that you did not receive any other injuries, but I must question what happened in the chamber." He leaned forward and then sat down on a nearby chair, his left leg crossing over his right in a gentleman style; "Did you experience any disturbances in your mind? Any lasting side effects that may have come out after the machine combusted?"

Anton looked back at the wall, "I'm not sure, the machine wasn't doing anything until it combusted. Was I supposed to do something else in the chamber to summon my partner?" In response to the question, Genetti decided to bring out his own personal partner.

Slowly what came from the Principle was a smaller version of the God Pokémon known as Arceus, his form still the same kind of body from the textbooks that he read in middle school: A arch behind its back and golden mask to "cover" his mouth, standing on its four legs looking mighty and elegant.

"So the partner didn't come to greet you inside of the chamber? Surely you should have been able to see something like this when you were inside. Is he still inside of your mind acting shy for us all?" The Principle laughed slightly as he suddenly remembered, "Well of course you couldn't possibly have my friend here since there only is one host for a single legendary Pokémon."

"Sir, I wish something came out…something…" Anton looked at his hands in disbelief, Mr. Genetti looking a little more worried, "I am some kind of a deformity? Why didn't the machine work?"

"Hey, it's nothing major to worry about dear friend, we can run another test once the machine is up and running once more, apparently the other 3 chambers as malfunctioning along with the main system. It couldn't possibly be an error since you have probably thought about the other students, they have all received their Pokémon in the normal fashion. So please," Mr. Genetti stood up, calling back his partner, and started walking out the door, "Do not fret, we will get your situation fixed in no time."

Anton was still looking at his hands, feeling more worried by the second about what he should do for the rest of today, a lot of rumors are going to spread that he surely would not appreciate on the first day for. He decided to not call in sick for the day and decided to rush for 3rd period for today.

Somehow someway Anton heard all of the voices around him as he was sitting in the cafeteria eating the (barely edible) school food for lunch, finally getting the smoke out of his lungs was a praise for the day, wanting to finish his hamburger for his meal. Dennis suddenly sat down right across from Anton, in which he was extremely worried.

"So are you gonna tell me what's going on with you today? You've been acting weird since after 4th period; honestly you shouldn't be listening to rumors, it's a sack of crap anyway and they hurt your feelings for no reason." Dennis said to Anton, biting into his own sandwich for lunch. "But, what happened with the machine? Did everything go alright for you?"

Anton bothered not to respond, trying not to make eye contact as he felt his heart sink by the second, he looked over to the side to see the other students looking at him for split seconds, feeling embarrassed about what he heard personally.

"Hey, jerkhead, you can't just ignore me and think I'll disappear, well I heard that Froakie could learn something like that but-" Anton slammed his face into the table, his face getting redder by the second as he didn't want to stand with this humiliation.

"I don't know what happened, the machine didn't work for some reason and now I feel…naked, everyone else in the school has their Pokémon partners and I don't. Everyone is making fun of me because of this, they think this is worse than Autism or some crap like that." Anton kept his face hidden in his arms, feeling flustered as Dennis unwillingly let on about his personal information. "This just feels wrong to me…do I even belong in the school anymore?"

"If what they say about people messing with the wires then no, I don't think it's your fault." Both Anton and Dennis looked to the left side of the table, the same gang that met them outside was staring at the both of them, Robin keeping the same smile that he wore. "I feel as if we should help you, if that's the case."

"The whole lot of you don't need to be concerned with my business, the damn thing broke and that's that, it's none of your crap that you should get your nose into." Anton finished up the rest of his food and throwing away the remains on the tray. Before Anton could move any further, three stronger men of the bunch started to block off his path.

"I said we were going to help you; why would you refuse some well-deserved treatment?"

"Maybe because I didn't ask for it in the first place." Anton retorted, feeling a little nervous of the situation, trying to get out of the scene as quick as possible.

"Yeah, it's not like we need any help, Anton can deal with his own problems by himself unless someone asks him." Anton smiled as Dennis piped up to speak in his defense, "now would you guys please get out of the way? I wasn't gonna join your stupid club anyway."

In an unsmart move, Dennis put his arms in between his blockers and attempted to push the blockers away; the blockers in return took their hands out and pushed Dennis back to the floor roughly. Anton immediately stepped in front of his friend ready to defend in the best way that he could. Suddenly he heard a wisp of wind and a flash of small light, then the goons in front of him started to laugh; Anton looked behind him to see Dennis barely up off the ground, with his Froakie by his side to help him in case the situation got worse.

"This kid thinks he's the shit, some nerve for such a small kid!" One of the bigger goons raised his foot back behind him and knocked it hard into Dennis' face. The Froakie looked back at his sprawled trainer, then quickly looked back to the attacker at hand, getting ready to use its blade also known as "Cut". Alas the blade never even touched the attacker as a fist was also struck against the face of the frog Pokémon. Anton looked in disbelief and disgust as he saw his friend and his partner literally get tossed aside in front of him, he clenched his fist as his anger started to boil.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Anton took a step back as he readied his fist, confident to hit his opponent back where it truly hurt the most.

"What does it look like, you stupid freshman don't even know when to cooperate in a civil manner." Robin calmly explained, his smile never wavering to not show any other emotion.

Anton felt his face twitch, his rage going beyond than he expected, he wanted to completely beat down against the bullies with all his might, but he still had the sinking feeling that he was going to be beaten down in a pulp. Just then, his mind started to go fuzzy, his vision becoming cloudier as he stood on his weakened legs. He was fighting against his own self, and this was the worst time to be feeling such pain.

Do not worry anymore.

The crowd around them started looking up at the ceiling, a deep voice penetrating the sea of thoughts and confusion from the fight.

Rest for now, in the meantime, I will assist you in your predicament.

Anton dropped to his knees, shots of pain erupting all over his body, his head dealing with so much shock, his thinking became more and more unclear as his head dropped down to the floor. While he was bordering on conscious, the outside of Anton's body started to shift to a pale white tone all over, his size increasing a few feet in height, his neck stretching and thinning, hands growing in width and length as they shaped into hand wings. The last of the change gave way into the form as unknown creature looked at Robin straight in the eyes, and through the eyes of Robin, was a terrible sight to his gaze.

The sight of the Legendary Guardian of the Ocean, Lugia.

The bird-like creature turned his neck up and then around to his left and right to inspect the crowd before he looked back to Robin with his menacing red eyes.

You seem to be the one in charge of your friends; for your safety and theirs, I would advise that you help them make the right-

Before Lugia could speak any more, a random charge of electricity slammed into the guardian's face, a Manectric and his trainer in the goon's circle standing on the right side of the beast.

"YOU DON'T S-SCARE ME, Y-YOU AREN'T EVEN REAL!" His voice, quivering but attempting to be firm as he fought off his fears against Lugia. But in response, the great beast swiveled his head at his petty attacker.

It seems your friend does not want to communicate in a "civil" manner, allow me to show him the ways.

Lugia turned his whole body toward the attacking goon and opened his arms up in a battle position, two other lackeys ran over to his side, both of them summoned their own partners, a Venusaur and a Nidoking, both completely pumped to fight against the mighty beast. Only though they summoned their Pokémon, in that very instance, Lugia pushed forward with his legs, spinning around to smack all three of the partners, and their trainers down the middle. 6 loud thuds could be heard as the guardian dusted himself off, the attackers suddenly had a change of motive and decide to run away from their problem. Suddenly he rushed past the large crowd to cut off the bullies' escape route and smacked them back once more all the way back to the masses. Several tables and chairs flew up into the air as the goons flew across the floor, already going unconscious from the second smack of the tail. Feeling satisfied, the large beast then walked back over to Roger, this time looking down on him as paid no mind to the pathetic and cruel goons.

I think it's time to choose better friends if they are willing to stab from behind like cowards.

"Hey, it's all in good fun at the end of the day, what if they did deserve it? Surely I couldn't be responsible for their actions." Roger started to lose his composure as Lugia loomed over him like a tower waiting to collapse on his head and body. "I couldn't be responsible…no no no no no this isn't my fault."

After a true force of power stands to show remorse toward the situation over you, now is the time for you to cower yourself? Ridiculous.

Lugia shifted his eyes behind him as he heard footsteps down the hall, several teachers rushing down the halls as they were furious of the late information. He was not worried for the staff but more concerned with the children at hand. He lowered his head next to the leader and spoke to him softly.

Remember what your true reason for education in this school is, it is not for reckless times, more so acts of tyranny to command the defenseless. I would advise you to keep yourself away from others, I will not be gentle this time.

Lugia laid down onto the floor as he heard the worried cries of the administrators, now speaking solely to Anton without anyone's knowing. He kept his mind hidden inside of his body as dealt with the individuals with harsh minds. All of the negativity had to be blocked away as his trainer needed to rest. The beast sighed to himself as he could see his partner sleeping on the blank floor as the same from when they first met, from inside the shell.

He covered his master's eyes and kept his head on the chest, feeling the heartbeat slow down to a normal pace, his job was finished. Lugia knew that Anton wanted some answers for the whole fiasco, but first came rest. He laid beside his trainer's (subconscious) body, wanting to rest along with him. Breaking out of the egg drained some of his energy, he closed his eyes being close to his trainer, wrapping around him in a circle.

The crowd around them became shocked once more as the guardian started to shrink slowly, his human master's figure and composition starting to show the origins of his partner: The head, limbs, torso, the whole ordeal were shrinking into a more common human form. All that was left after the teachers saw the center of the crowd, was the unconscious Dennis and his friend that laid away from him-also unconscious-, Anton Keeton.