Hyperjade: Welcome back to New Age: World of Pokemon, everybody!

Jango: *Shuffling papers* I can't believe you still want me to do the reviews...

Hyperjade: Don't be rude. These people were kind enough to tell us what they thought. We'll just respond to them because I did not take the time to write down my responses in the first place. Okay, who's first?

Jango: Mikey137

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Jango: ffchen sarah says she likes the third person view, that she likes Riley, and can't wait for new chapters.

Hyperjade: Thank you very much. Oh? This paper fell off the desk. Let's see... Oh, yes, the bit about the words being stuck together. I'll get on fixing that, IdrisTheTARDIS314.

Jango: Here's Phillip Harbindinger saying the story could use a pichu with a red ribbon on it's left ear.

Hyperjade: that's a character bio if I've ever heard one

Jango: Hey, Pigeon. WesternFail's got a review here. Here you go.

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Jango: Right. That's enough of that. Chapter start!

Chapter Two: Dialga's Prophesy

The platform rose slowly towards the top of the tower. Riley began to anticipate his meeting this 'Dialga', whoever the hell that was. If he was more reluctant to put an injured pokémon in danger, he had to be more respectable than Metagross was now, right?

The riolu was imagining what Dialga would look like, having never seen the being for himself. Probably someone important, possibly big, either a steel type or a dragon type, maybe even a flying type.

Metagross was completely patient and planning the meeting in that impressive mind of his. Riley would hopefully know to be respectful to Dialga…

Porygon Z… Well, he was still unconscious.

The last floor had a thick sheet of metal in between the top, presumably to hold something much heavier than what the other floors would hold. Riley and Riolu knew that Dialga must be heavy, or else something he had would be heavy. Metagross knew who Dialga was, of course.

When Riley reached the top of the tower, and the stone slab halted its accent; the most awe-inspiring being he had ever seen stood at the top. On top of the pedestal at the far end of the tower's peak stood a mighty pokémon. The quadruped looked to have steel and diamonds covering its body, it stood tall and strong. When the new arrivals saw it, they noted the pressure it exerted in the air. This being was seriously powerful.

To meet Dialga… Riley had not been expecting this. He could tell just by looking at it that it was a steel type and he could tell that it was definitely a dragon type. His awe-inspiring image would make most humans kneel at the sight.

Not Riley.

As they walked or floated up to Dialga, Riley was instead thinking about whether this person had a say in what they tried to do to poor Riolu. Metagross caught onto these thoughts and sent a message telepathically to Riley that it had been its idea. Riley knew that Metagross would never lie, in fact, it was almost impossible for the genderless being to lie.

Metagross worried that the test led Riley to respect his teacher less and the only reason he acted so professionally was because he respected Metagross. It was clear some of that respect had vanished in the wind, to use a typical human expression.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to put the safety of the riolu on the line to test Riley like that. Metagross now understood that he had miscalculated the severity of Riley's reaction to having a fellow living being be in danger. His calculations had been based off typical human compassion towards pokémon, not Riley's own compassion towards pokémon. A mistake.

Riley stood tall and with authority, just as Dialga did. He looked Dialga over; judging him, just as Dialga looked Riley over, doing the same. Neither believed that the being in front of them was far different than they looked like. In fact, Dialga could see the power contained within the human, realizing that the child was stronger than he appeared though nowhere close to his own league, and Riley could see it too. Instantly, Riley knew that he stood no chance against him in a battle.

Regardless, in Riley's opinion, respect had to be earned. He looked straight into Dialga's eyes and felt no fear whatsoever. He knew that this could be putting him in danger, and he knew that this pokémon was in charge, but the great Dialga was a foreign name to him. If Riley were to respect Dialga, Dialga would need to earn it.

Both knew this. At the same time, they both learned that the other needed to know just who was facing them. Dialga began, as gods tend to do, but unlike the norm, Dialga had decided to wait and learn who this human child was. This was almost a first: a god listening to a mere human.

"I am Dialga, known as the dragon god of time. Time flows at my command. I am the son of Arceus and brother to Palkia and Giratina. All of time bows before my power. Greetings, human," Dialga growled. He was incapable of not growling when he speaks, most of the time, despite him usually talking to everything telepathically.

"Lord of time?" Riley thought as he looked at the dragon. He did not exactly look like the stereotypical dragon, but he certainly gave off that aura. A time controlling dragon. The other word he had used was 'god'. As in, a so-called immortal being. Dialga had graced him with who he was; why not return the favor?

"I am known as Riley. I have lived most of my life in this place; trained to battle and work with pokémon. I may be human, but from my life experience and all I have discovered about the world around me—despite that not being much—I might as well be a pokémon. My strength and stamina rival that of a pokémon in comparison to an average human. Hello, Dialga," Riley replied. The two stood there, both realizing they had similar thoughts. Similar, strong personalities.

Dialga was still evaluating the young boy in front of him. Thousands of years of life gives one experience, but it was difficult to see any human as helpful or good, considering what they do to pokémon. Certainly, there were a few trustworthy people, like those who have saved the world or those that understand pokémon perfectly. However, that was only a small amount compared to the bad people.

So many different atrocities have been spawned by the human race while for the most part; the gods were required to mind their own business. It frustrated Dialga to think of it. At this point, there was silence between the two; a total of five minutes passed as the two looked at each other. Riley blinked freely. Dialga never blinked in the first place.

Metagross decided to intervene. "THIS HUMAN HAS SURPASSED EXPECTATIONS AND SUCCEEDED IN ALL TESTS TO PROVE HIMSELF," Riley almost facepalmed as he tried to imagine whether to bring up the matter of his disdain of the nature of the test. Finally, he settled for giving it a pointed look. Both Dialga and Metagross noticed. Metagross and Riolu knew the point, but Dialga did not.

Because of this, Dialga gave Metagross his own questioning look. Metagross had calculated that this result had about a twenty-six percent chance of occurring, under a direct confrontation but above letting it go. Other possibilities were very specific actions.

Riley put his hand reassuringly on Riolu's head again and rubbed it, making the small pokémon close his eyes in contentment. Riolu was still hurt, and would need care. Riley realized this. "Riolu, it would be best if you went back to find someone that can help you heal," he said kindly. Riolu knew that he was right, but took one last look at Dialga before he left.

This had not been accounted for by Metagross. Yet again, Metagross had failed to anticipate the actions of the child because he was basing calculations on a typical human. Two errors within fifteen minutes. Metagross knew he had made a mistake.

Not deciding that Riley was worthy of seeing Dialga, but in judging his actions. Metagross should have made calculations that are more accurate. Based on this, Metagross judged that if he was failing to calculate properly based off human stereotype, he was no longer the best choice to teach the child the ways of the world. Depending on what Dialga said, the choice may be made for Metagross.

Dialga had to make his decision now. The dragon god looked over Riley and Metagross. With Riolu gone back to the lift, taking the unconscious Porygon Z with him, whatever must have happened had to be between the two in front of him. Riley clearly felt compassion for the damaged riolu.

When Dialga looked into the eyes of the human boy, he saw a fire in them. Riley kept glancing back at where the riolu had gone, wondering if he would be all right. Dialga saw that the boy was far more concerned with Riolu's health than his own was; Dialga noted that it was not the best either. He seemed tired.

Every once in a while, Dialga saw a pokémon who he deemed fit to carry out one of the many prophecies that he had received at the beginning of time. Today, impossibly enough, a human had proven himself worthy of the same.

"Human. Once every few years, I quite by chance, meet a pokémon capable of learning one of my prophecies. Today, for the first time in my long life. You, a human, have also shown yourself to be capable of learning of one."

"Hang on a moment," Riley interjected, an eyebrow raised, feeling that the situation was excessively cliché. He had seen a grand total of one human movie when he sneaked into a theater and hung out on the roof of the room and watched it. There were all sorts of prophecy stuff and such. "A prophecy?"

Dialga watched the boy raise an eyebrow at the idea. To discover the meaning of it, Dialga looked into the child's memories; most legendaries could do the same if they wished. When he saw the movie scene, it made the dragon realize just how cliché that must have sounded.

"Be patient with me, Child," Dialga reprimanded Riley, whose eyebrow went back down, "This is an honor not to be taken lightly, boy. I know of every prophecy to be known in time, and today you shall hear one of them. Not only will you hear this prophecy today, it will always be within your mind when you call upon it. Depending on this prophecy, you will decide how to go through the rest of your life."

Riley's eyebrow went up again. "Interesting. This is quite the change of pace, I will admit. Change could always come by quickly, that was something I have been taught…" Riley suddenlyglanced at Metagross. "Did you know this would be the result today, Metagross?"

"NO."

"No, Metagross was simply allowing you to meet me. Was he a different being, he would likely be far more surprised at this circumstance. Now listen, today you will know of one of the many prophecies guaranteed to pass in the time of this universe."

Riley smirked slightly. "Let's hear it, then." This prompted Metagross to try to explain to Riley that he should be more respectful, but while the two talked, Dialga was secretly amused by the human's shenanigans. No human had ever not been in awe at his appearance; instead, this human was truly unaffected by his appearance.

It was actually somewhat refreshing. On the other hand, Dialga could not go and admit that way, he had to act the way he normally would.

"Enough!" Dialga roared, causing Metagross to stop speaking immediately, but Riley took the time to finish his sentence. After Dialga had their attention, he looked Riley straight into the eyes, forming a mental connection to help place the prophecy in his mind while Dialga spoke.

"In the midst of time,"

"The world changes forever,"

"As many fall under peril,"

"The child of time shall take weapon in hand."

"When all six are lost,"

"And the future of one seems empty,"

"The child of time shall break his chains."

"As the power of one is discovered,"

"And the call of existence can be heard,"

"As many travel to the source,"

"The child of time shall journey to the heavens."

"With a new land to explore,"

"The guardians of legend shall meet,"

"And the child of time shall embrace the child of earth."

As Dialga finished his prophecy, Riley felt like he had been hit on the head rather roughly as the prophecy was integrated into his head. It felt terrible, causing him to clutch his head. From now on, if he thought about it, it would show up in his mind.

After breathing heavily for a while, he spoke, and not in the most respectful way. "Okay. One: You could have warned me that this was going to be painful. Two: That made no sense at all. I will admit that you did not spend time trying to rhyme like so many others." Dialga would have raised his own eyebrow if that were possible at all for the dragon and Metagross floated back a few feet.

"Yes, I could have told you that it would hurt and that it would make, as you say, no sense, but would you have allowed me to speak of this to you if you were to know?" Dialga asked, wanting to avoid the child finding a comeback; however, Riley certainly had one.

"Would it have mattered?" he retorted. There was no real anger, just some confusion.

Dialga had little to say to that, and had to think. Legendary gods were not supposed to have to make comebacks unless they were talking to other legendaries, who were on the same 'social level' as each other. 'Underlings' were not supposed to talk back to them, yet Dialga could not get angry at the boy. Riley was certainly a brave fellow.

"Hopefully that bravery will not get you killed in the face of other gods," Dialga mused to himself, almost using telepathy but avoiding the action in time. Who's fault was it that legendaries are so powerful that their thoughts actually have to be held back to avoid shattering the skulls of humans?

"Mother's, probably…" Dialga thought, allowing amusement to reach his emotions.

"Yes, Child. You could have walked away, and destiny would have called on another to fulfill this prophecy. Prophecies may not be changeable, but they can be put off until another time, another place. Had you simply walked away, it would not have been yours, but it IS yours. Congratulations are in order, I suppose, for being the first and possibly only human to carry out such a task"

Riley smiled then, a proper smile. "What would you suggest, Dialga?" he asked the dragon. Dialga was not ready to stray from the topic of Riley just yet, but for some reason he felt the urge to try to show authority anyhow. "Many typically call me by other names, closer to 'mighty one' or 'lord of time'. Humans, at any rate."

"That's nice," the boy replied in utter confidence, "Do you have a suggestion, Dialga?"

The kid had guts, Dialga was certain of that. It was interesting that the actions of this boy did not infuriate him very much at all. Metagross, for his part, thought the boy was secretly suicidal.

Dialga would have smiled at the boy's shenanigans if he were capable of smiling. "Yes, I do have a suggestion. The best way to allow a prophecy to happen is to travel the world. There are many human customs that I suggest you learn. There are some you may find deplorable, but I believe it is time you re-joined your world and discovered reality."

Riley looked like he had been punched. "Live… With humans?" he stammered, as if the idea was unbelievable. To him, it was. From what 'wild' pokémon had told him of the human world, humans enslaved pokémon. He would have to join back with those pokémon considered monsters?

Yet, if he wanted to handle this prophecy—that he wanted to do if only for Dialga—he would have to follow his destiny.

Therefore, he would. He decided he would go and travel. Find out who was good and bad, free some enslaved pokémon, and anything in between. The outside world was certainly bigger than the portion he had found himself in when he left temporal tower. He had one more question for Dialga.

"Are humans really as bad as so many of the pokémon I know say?" he asked Dialga. The dragon seemed to ponder the question, as far as Riley could tell. "There have been times when humans have shown some form of compassion or another, particularly to each other. Many of these humans are what are known as pokémon trainers; meaning they make the pokémon they keep in devices, they call 'pokeballs' to do the fighting for them. Yet, some humans have been shown to treat pokémon nicely despite being trainers. What I recommend is that if you wish to free pokémon from humans, decide whether those pokémon are unhappy beforehand."

Riley pondered that statement. Dialga made a good case. Riley wondered if a human or something had saved Dialga. Because his new friend had recommended it, Riley would give human 'trainers' a chance before making them release their pokémon.

The world changes forever…

"Yes. It certainly will, with me around," Riley thought before giving Dialga an informal wave of farewell and saying, "I will see you once again, Dialga. Someday."

As Riley made his way to the lift, Metagross did not move, presumably trying to calculate himself out of this unorthodox mess. Try any harder and he might damage himself in the process. None of what transpired in front of him made any logical sense.

It almost sounded like the human had become friends with Dialga! Not possible… not even remotely… Right?

Riley got to the bottom floor and greeted Riolu. The little guy was being patched up right outside the front door by a resident audino. Tropius was over to the side, fully recovered. One special thing about audinos, they can use heal pulse without any threat to themselves, and can use it constantly. They are brilliant and capable healers.

"Hello, you two," Riley greeted his friends. Riolu charged towards Riley, almost perfectly fine. His greetings were filled with worry. He started talking about how worried he was that Dialga would hurt Riley or something. When Riley told the two of them that Dialga and he had actually gotten off rather well together, both were completely disbelieving.

"No, really!" Riley said after a time of skepticism, "He actually gave me some prophecy or another, asked me to go out and travel a bit, and seemed rather nice!"

It took a while, but eventually the other two realized that Riley had never lied to them- ever. Tropius was still somewhat skeptical about the idea that Riley had openly defied Dialga about titles and lived. Eventually, Tropius had to admit that Riley tended to get along with pokémon well.

After some arranging, Riley boarded Tropius to depart to a lake where a certain dratini lives. Riolu was having some difficulties saying goodbye. "Wait! Don't go yet!" he yelled loudly as he tried to jump up and give Riley a hug goodbye. Riley had to catch his paw as Riolu fell short, and pulled him up. After a surprisingly one-sided tearful departure, the one not crying, Riley eventually pulled the very young riolu off him.

"Listen, Riolu. I cannot let you come with me. It is dangerous out there in that world," Riley explained, "I can't put you in danger for my selfish reasons. Now, I need you to go home to your mother, all right? She might be worried about you. And for goodness sake, get Audino to fix up the rest of those scratches all right?"

"Gosh, you sound like Dad," Riolu muttered before Tropius lowered herself to the ground and allowed Riolu to clamber off. With one last look towards Riley, Riolu hiked off towards the forest. Tropius swung her long neck around to look at Riley on her back.

"To where Dratini lives?" she asked simply. Riley figured that she had a new respect for him, though unnecessarily formal. "Please don't talk to me like I am different than I was before, Tropius. Yes, I would like to say goodbye to Dratini. I promise I won't damage your wing again."

She smiled at that. "Alright, Riley. Let us fly," she said, and took off with Riley hanging on. Tropius was not the fastest flier, but it was faster than walking. It took only a few minutes to land at the edge of the water, where Tropius began to drink. Riley slid off, careful to avoid damaging her fragile leafy wings and landed near the water's edge.

Dratini surfaced relatively quickly and hovered in the air just slightly. He was learning to fly already, which was neat enough for him. "Nicely done," Riley complimented, causing him to get a slightly arrogant look on his face.

"Of course!" he said, doing a backflip in the air.

"Well, I came here to say goodbye, because I am going out there again and this time, it may be a long time before I return, Dratini" Riley told his friend. He immediately lost that smile. "Oh…" he said, somewhat dejected. Riley gave his head a rub and went to assure him.

"You'll be fine, kid. I will survive… Probably. Don't worry. If it's the last thing I do you'll see me again," he promised. Dratini smiled in response, before he caught the word Riley used. His face fell.

"I'm still thirty years older than you, you know," he muttered. Riley smirked and rubbed his head again and he finally lost concentration and splashed back into the water.

After he surfaced and said his goodbyes, Riley nodded and Tropius began to take him to the location where he could reappear in the forest. Tropius stayed back. "I know your home is this place, Tropius. I would never ask you to leave it," Riley said, turning to his friend after dismounting the large flying type, "Goodbye, old friend, and thank you for everything."

"Do not say goodbye, Riley Oras," Tropius responded to Riley, "I hate goodbyes like that. They imply you will not return, and you must return. Come back when your trip is complete, please, old friend."

With a nod that sealed the deal, Riley turned. He hesitated for only a few seconds before touching the altar to activate the pillar of light to bring him to the outside world.

The pillar of light shot up far in the distance from Viridian city. None there had expected it to appear so soon, but most blew it off because there have been so many false hopes in the past. Today, only one heeded the call.

A yellow-haired girl ran through the forest. A few years had passed since she had last been involved in an important event that changed the lives of others, but in no way had she lost her touch.

Her pokémon friends ran with her and her butterfree was guiding her to the source of the light. The butterfree, Kitty, had told her that he had seen a human silhouette in the light beam. If they could learn what was causing it, they may have a clue about the night the child disappeared. This chance could not be wasted.

Nevertheless, they were going far too slowly. Yellow had to move much faster than she was. She told her dodrio, Dody, to let her mount her so that she could get there faster. The light was already beginning to die down, but they were in range to be able to see with Dody's excellent eyesight. She told Yellow what she could see; a human shaped silhouette.

They arrived at the location as the light was beginning to die down, but before the silhouette could be identified as anything, it seemed to notice them and blurred away out of the light and into the woods.

"Far too fast for a human, right?" Yellow asked her pokémon. Chuchu the pikachu expressed her uncertainty, her words and actions conveyed through Yellow's non-standard pokeballs with their clear top halves. Ratty the raticate also expressed uncertainty.

The light died away, revealing nothing but the same old place that had been the same ever since the day young Riley disappeared from the world.

"Follow that blur! Dody, we need to go!"

Riley was darting from branch to branch before he heard the pounding of feet. He glanced back while flying from one tree to another, only to find an annoying bird-like pokémon racing towards him with three heads and a yellow haired girl on its back. A captured pokémon. There was also that same butterfree flying behind, although it was much slower and losing track of the others.

This was yellow, Riley knew that much. Was it worth talking to her? Telling her what was up. No, she would want to ask about the pillar, and Riley would not answer questions.

"Let's see if that bird of yours can turn on a dime," Riley thought as he rebounded off a tree and went deeper into the forest. He would go where no other human would go. He jumped from branch to branch, occasionally changing directions, even taking a few 180's and going the opposite directions.

Apparently, the three-headed bird could turn on a dime. How annoying. Riley tried knocking a tree branch down and tried making a dust cloud to obstruct the path of the three-headed bird. Nothing slowed it down or confused the two pokémon. Riley steered clear of the butterfree hovering in the sky; he did not feel like taking a sleep powder today.

"Get lost…" Riley muttered as he jumped in an increasingly complicated zigzag pattern to try to avoid the bird and his/her rider. "Will I have to fight?" Riley thought, seeing as the persistent little buggers had the upper hand right now with that fast bird. The human seemed to be doing something with the pokémon she was on, a bright yellow light emanating from her hand. Was that how she was controlling the pokémon or something?

However old this girl was, she was a similar age to Riley. Persistent to the point of being annoying, and had a strange power coming from her hand into the bird pokémon. "Come on..." Riley muttered as he continued to avoid capture. The last thing he needed was to be captured five minutes out the gate.

Finally, he saw something he could use. A cliff that led to a lower, quite unexplored portion of the forest. He could jump that. Maybe the flightless bird would not. If it could not, the girl could not follow either.

Therefore, Riley leapt straight off of the cliff and free fell towards the forest below. Tropius had trained him to soft-land and use proper landing techniques. Yellow skidded to a stop there and watched the boy fall. He was finally moving slowly enough to be distinguished with silver clothing and red hair, and possibly about her age. Kitty soared to her and picked her up.

"We need to get down there. We'll lose a lot of ground," she said to her pokémon before withdrawing Dody temporarily. It was time to find this renegade human and find out just who he was.

Riley darted through the trees again, using his gained time to his advantage. Maybe he could find his way somewhere. He would have to make it to the city, and he was going in the wrong direction.

So far, humans have not given the best first impression. They certainly would not within the next ten minutes for Riley.

Yellow ran along with Dody. This part of the forest had no map data and no service. The map in her hands did not have this part of the forest at all, despite it been updated recently. Ariados were everywhere they walked for the first minute, and when they cleared that death trap, they found a cave entrance they almost fell in. This part of the forest was quite dangerous.

"Maybe we should fly," Yellow suggested, and Kitty nodded in agreement before picking her up again and letting yellow put Dody in her pokeball. All of the pokeballs Yellow had, had a few special features. The red portion was slightly clear and pokémon could be seen through it, and it had a place to be attached to the fishing rod that she kept. She fit her golem's ball to the long line. "Gravvy, I may need your help if we have to stop this guy."

Yellow kept a close eye on the ground while being carried by Kitty. Her fishing rod line was extended a ways towards the ground, where Gravvy could keep an even closer eye on the landscape. Mentally communicating with her pokémon, her search for Riley continued. The mystery boy held the clue, she was certain of it.

After dealing a few angry bird pokémon, the team had found nothing, and neither Chuchu nor Ratty could smell anything. These pokémon may not have the best sense of smell, but they should have been able to sense something at all. Whatever this kid was, he had extensive abilities to be able to avoid things like his scent being noticed.

So the grand questions was, who is this human and what does he have to do with the missing child? Did he have anything to do with the missing child? Yellow was determined this time to find out.

Riley bounced on a few tree trunks in an attempt to get to a noise he heard that sounded suspiciously like a pokémon crying. It was not a good sound, whatever it was. This sound was very quiet enough that it was quite a distance away. Riley was now practically flying, taking leaps above the treetops to move much faster.

Yellow saw this, seeing the apparently careless kid now above the treetops, going very, very fast. Yellow reeled Gravvy in and attached the ball to the pole itself. "We need to follow him, Kitty!" she called back to the butterfree carrying her. Her pokémon all voiced their agreement from their pokeballs. It was interesting that Yellow's pokeballs were not soundproofed in any way.

Riley came across something very strange. Two pokémon that looked like psychic types were doing something very strange to the forest, surrounding a group of humans in black attire. They were hauling what looked like metal boxes built out of bars, and in every single container, one or more pokémon were captive. Some were crying, some softly and some much louder. The ones crying loudly were silenced by a threat from the humans.

Riley's eyes narrowed at the sight. He could not hear the apparent threats, but he knew that these pokémon were very afraid. These humans were very stupid to do something like this in his presence. These pitiful humans would pay… In a minute. Right now, he looked at the pokémon making the forest change around them to allow the humans to pass.

How those pokémon thought it made any sense to help humans was difficult to comprehend, but at least Riley knew that the technique to do this was an adaptation of trick room that twisted space. He had seen porygons do something similar.

He knew the trick room would last as long as something was in the way of physical objects, like the giant cart full of pokémon cages. Riley's rage grew at the sight of the fear and sadness in the eyes and voices of the pokémon, and noticed that some were actually hurt.

These humans had hurt these pokémon. They would pay for that. They would pay dearly. Riley had to knock the psychics out to keep the others from moving and to avoid having the landscape change underneath him constantly because of trick room. He prepared for the same attack that had knocked out Riolu and Porygon Z. He would take one out at a time, starting with the one that no humans were looking at.

"Four in total… Easily done." Riley thought before launching into the fray, delivering a nasty strike to the head of one, and darted away before any of the pokémon or humans saw them. One down.

"What the hell!?" one dumbass humans asked as Riley hid away in the trees again. The other humans voiced this sentiment while racing about nearby the psychic type, but Riley was alreadyon the other side of the place. The next psychic to fall was the opposite one.

The humans, showing impressive levels of stupidity to Riley, this time cursed again and went to the newly fallen psychic type. Had it been a fight where the humans were the first targets to go, or the only target, Riley could have taken apart every single one of them in a minute.

Once a third psychic fell, the black dressed humans decided to be slightly smarter and spread out in a circle; however, it was an actual circle, and none were looking inwards. None was watching where the psychic was. Riley did not attack yet, however.

To prevent mind control, Riley put his quarterstaff in front of his head that would absorb outside psychic waves, and made direct contact with the psychic type.

"Why do you help these kidnapping humans? Look at the state of these pokémon. Look how they cry of fear and sorrow. Why do you help the humans?"

The psychic type muttered some pokespeak just loud enough for Riley to hear. The other humans paid this pokémon no attention now, probably thinking that he was trying to find the aggressor, which he was, but he was answering the question first.

"In return for my help, they feed and keep me in good health. I don't have to fight in the front lines of the organization if I help them do what they want to do," the psychic was saying. Riley realized just how horrible these humans must be to do this to make other pokémon to make them dependent on humans.

The psychic pokémon caught this thought. "I know, but there is little that I can do. They have a tracker in me. If I escape, they can hunt me down. They won't even get in trouble…"

"I see. I am sorry for your pain, but if you keep helping them right now, these pokémon will be forced into whatever the stupid humans have planned for them. Tell me, do these pokémon have these 'trackers' in them?"

"No," the psychic type replied "Except for the eevee. She is travelling separate from the others because of her importance. No chances are taken with her because they have many important tests to run. Please stop them. Their tests are horrible and painful, and they don't care for other's safety…"

"I am sorry that I cannot help you, but if you continue to help them then you won't get in trouble. What I am going to do is knock you out as I did to the others, and maybe they will not be hard on you, but I will save these others. Are you ready to be knocked unconscious?"

"Yes," The psychic replied.

Riley launched past the human's eyesight and slammed the heavy end of his quarterstaff straight into the poor pokémon's snout. He collapsed. Riley could see the thankful smile on his face. Now that he was not moving, the other humans turned to see them.

"H-how did you… Never mind! Get him!" several of the humans shouted. Two of them had belts with red and white spheres on them, three each. The others tried to detain Riley themselves. Big mistake.

Riley first slammed his quarterstaff into the skull of the nearest human, powerful enough to knock him unconscious instantly and flinging him far away from the battle. In fact, the man's skull had cracked in the impact. Riley proceeded to whirl his staff around in his fingers as he spun, lunged, jumped and dodged around the humans.

Nothing touched him. Every punch and tackle missed as Riley showed off speed and power that humans should not have been able to accomplish. The beat up session lasted five minutes, just because there were about fourteen of them; not counting the two hanging back with the strange spheres on their belts.

Each human attacking got a staff to the face or legs and generally got the crap beaten out of them. The humans realized that they were way out of their league as Riley began to deal blows outthat would knock them unconsciousness. The two hanging back remained.

"Ekans! Teach this kid a lesson!" one yelled, hurling a ball at the ground. It bounced, opened, and a beam of light came out that formed into a pokémon. The other human did the same with one of his balls, though he called in a growlithe.

The growlithe was not happy. "I'm sorry I have to do this," he muttered. Riley's hatred for humans intensified at this. Ekans, however, was a nasty customer. "I will kill you," she hissed, slithering towards Riley.

Riley looked at Growlithe. "You don't have to fight for them, you know," he ventured, "If you have one of those trackers in you, maybe you should stick around. I might be able to find a way to remove it."

Growlithe looked surprised, while Ekans lunged. Riley absentmindedly batted the snake away with his staff. Growlithe spoke in his pokespeak, and only Riley could understand. "Why do you say that? What do you mean? I had a tracker implanted in me, but you cannot just take it out without a scientist. Moreover, why would you help me? You're another human!"

Riley looked away. "Don't remind me," he muttered, much to Growlithes surprise. This human could understand him? "Grr… Growlithe?" he asked, translating to, "You can understand me?"

"Yes, and I promise you, I will not let this human control you anymore." Riley promised. The human scowled.

"You can understand pokémon, eh? We need someone like you. Why not join team rocket? There are- ack!" he was cut short as Riley slammed his staff into the grunt's skull, cracking it and knocking him down. He picked up the balls on the man's belt.

"I will find a way to release you from these horrific things…" Riley promised to the pokémon in the balls, who did hear him but could not reply. Growlithe was stunned at the action. The remaining grunt tried to run, but Riley threw his staff like a javelin and knocked the grunt out in one strike.

After picking up those pokeballs as well, Riley put them in a bag one of them had. He looked towards Growlithe. "You have a problem with any of that?" he asked sarcastically. Growlithe found himself laughing at that. After brutally bashing the humans, he still had a sense of humor.

"Nope," was his reply.

Riley inspected one of the balls. "How do I release these pokémon? I've never seen these things before," he asked. Growlithe was surprised. This human did not know what a pokeball was? Who was he? There was another scent in the air, but Growlithe ignored it for the moment. "Only the owner can permanently release a pokémon from a pokeball, but you need to push the button on its center to send them out," he replied. It amazed Growlithe that a human could understand pokémon.

Riley pressed every button, and with bursts of light, two rattata, another ekans, and a drowzee were released. The ekans was yet another nasty customer; Riley had to bat him away towards where the other ekans was unconscious in the field. "Does anyone here have a problem with the fact that I just beat up all of the humans here?" he asked, serious this time. The ones who were awake shook their heads no.

"How many of you have trackers?"

Only the growlithe raised his paw. Riley nodded and looked at the others. "Off you go then, into the wild. I am sure you can survive until you find a place that suits you. Go on then," Riley commanded, and the pokémon replied with all sorts of thank you and other forms of gratitude. Then they all left, besides Growlithe.

"Oh!" Riley exclaimed, having realized what he forgot. He ran to the cages, where the pokémon inside were looking at him in awe. They shied away when Riley got close, however. "It's alright, it's alright. I am getting you out of here… How do I unlock these goddamn boxes?!"

"Keyhole," Growlithe muttered a ring of keys in his mouth, which Riley accepted gratefully. "You all run when I open your box, alright? Now… This key? No… This one? Also no... Keys, how do they work!? Ah, here we go…"

The first box opened. Thankfully, for Riley, the same key fit all of the locks. These humans really were stupid, weren't they? Riley certainly thought so as he released each pokémon, who thanked him and left, most giving him a hug or something in the process. Every pokémon ran away.

One of the 'team rocket' grunts were waking up. Growlithe growled a warning to Riley, who found this to be an excellent opportunity. He walked over and picked the human up with his left hand by the shirt, and it is notable that Riley's left hand is the weaker one. The human woke up in Riley's grip, the narrow end of the staff pressed against his chin.

"Urgh…" the grunt muttered, opening his eyes to see Riley with the staff against him, and began to panic.

As he began to thrash, Riley whacked him on the head. "Tell me where the eevee is that you have captive," he demanded, and the rocket grunt felt quite a bit of fear.

"Why should I tell you?!" he asked harshly, hiding his fear.

"Growlithe, please breathe some fire onto my staff," Riley requested, presenting the staff to Growlithe, who was confused at this. Regardless, he obeyed. When the fire billowed over the staff, the staff sucked in the flames and turned red. Riley put the new red staff to the grunt's face.

"Let's try that again. Tell me where the eevee is, and where they are going. Now." Riley demanded, causing the grunt to start to sweat profusely. He realized that lying to the boy would result in a lot of pain. Finally, he shakily pulled something out of his pocket. A device with two red dots on it, one in the center, one off in the distance.

"This is the tracking device… It is not keyed to a specific pokémon, so any with trackers show up. The one by us is the growlithe, the other one should be the eevee… I am not in charge, so I do not know the exact way to the hideout. Please believe me!" The grunt practically wailed.

"And would the asshole moving the eevee know where this hideout is? Do you at least know how far it is?" Riley asked, deadly calm.

"Yeah, and it should take a few days for someone carrying a large cage to get to the hideout. I do not know the exact distance! Please don't hurt me!"

"Unfortunately, I can't have you being awake to warn this asshole. I will have to knock you out. At least I won't burn you." Riley said, and dispelled the fire before slamming the heavy end of the weapon into the man's skull. He fainted.

Growlithe was in awe at the human. Just one of them could have held down many pokémon he had met, and this human just knocked out every one of them. He watched as Riley made sure that the others were out cold, and then looked around. So awed was Growlithe that he did not check what he was smelling until Riley looked about, and sensed another human.

Riley and Growlithe saw a girl with a fishing rod in hand that had a pokeball on the end. She had other pokeballs on her belt and her dodrio and butterfree were out and warily looking at Riley. The girl herself was stunned by the spectacle. Her eyes stared into Riley's own, and saw a fury that was only just dying.

"Are you going to attack me too?" Riley asked calmly. He looked at the girl, who had eventually managed to catch up to him. She blinked and then shook her head vigorously, her ponytail flying back and forth behind her. Her dodrio did so as well. Growlithe figured she was nonthreatening. Riley considered how surprised she was at the thought of attacking him. Yellow was indeed surprised at that, and her pokémon either matched that sentiment or thought he must be used to being attacked by humans or something.

Yellow sensed that thought coming from Gravvy, Dody, and Ratty, and began to think about it. Was he attacked often? He certainly had the power to fight off any enemies. "No, I'm not going to attack you," She replied.

"I have an eevee to save. I do not have time to talk to you right now. See ya!" he said, startling Yellow. It was as if he did not even want to talk to her at all!

"Perhaps he doesn't like other people," Ratty thought to Yellow.

"He seems to like pokémon a lot more than humans," Chuchu thought to Yellow.

Hearing her pokémon's insights, she rushed to join him where he and the growlithe were leaving. "Wait up!" she yelled as she ran up to him. As she got closer, she realized that he was an inch taller than she was, despite the recent growth spurt she had gone through. He did not turn around to acknowledge her.

"I'm coming with you. If you are off to save an eevee, I should be able to read it's thoughts and find it easier," Yellow reasoned, at which point Riley showed her the device he had taken from the person he had whacked. Well, one of them. Riley was travelling towards the red dot on the radar. "Oh," was all Yellow said.

"Let's go, if you really want to follow me," Riley said as he began to walk forward.

"I had been told that many humans cannot understand pokémon," he ventured as the two moved. He had complained a minute before about not being able to run ahead, but Yellow had replied that they might want to be quieter than that. Riley had grumpily agreed, and so they were walking. He was unwilling to talk about who he was.

"Most can't. I can hear their thoughts and read their emotions. I can understand them, as well as heal them using my power. Most humans are not like that. You could only imagine what it's like to hear a pokémon speak…"

"Actually, when they speak, I hear the words in my own language" Riley corrected, "Not the same as you, I expect because of the fact that you were born with powers from the forest and I simply have spent my entire life with pokémon, if that is the reason."

Yellow blinked, and Dody walking next to them looked at Riley "Really? You can understand us too?" he asked, excited. Riley nodded in response, and smiled at the three-headed bird. "And what is your name?" he asked pleasantly. It was exactly the opposite as how he acted towards Yellow. He certainly did think that pokémon were better than people were, it seemed.

"Dody."

"Nice to meet you, Dody".

Riley was intent mostly on the eevee he needed to save, and so that left little room for a conversation.

Yellow wanted to know more about Riley, because she had never met another human who could understand pokémon so perfectly, but she realized that Riley did not trust her as much as he did her pokémon. He had spent most if not all of his life with pokémon, so if he could understand them, that might be why.

As for the pokémon, they all were interested in who Riley was, but they knew even more that the pokémon Riley had set out to save must be the priority. After a while, Yellow realized this as well.

"We're coming, Eevee. We're coming to save you," Everyone thought, practically in unison.

Hyperjade: Brilliant. Thanks go to Pigeoncracker for proofreading this chapter and other chapters in this story and the absolite chronicles book two. Excellent work.

Jango: Speaking of him... where'd he go?

Hyperjade: Not sure. Anyways, these chapters are being completed faster than they are coming out. In fact, chapter three for both stories are being proofread, and chapter four for this story is also being proofread.

Jango: *looks at the papers in front of him again* seriously, you want me to say some of these things? That's your job, dude.

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