First of all, my sincerest thank you to anyone who takes the time to review (or even reads the story to begin with!). Rest assured, I'll try and take any feedback into account.

Now, without any further ado, chapter two!

-Through the Eyes of Another-

Everything was black. Not dark, but completely black.

Latios was in some sort of large and empty space. There was no floor, walls or ceiling. In every direction he turned there was absolutely nothing. As if he had been removed from existence. In fact, he would have doubted his own existence had he not looked down at himself to make sure he was still there.

Suddenly, a series of lines began materializing in front of him. The lines were a pure white, and emanated a slight bluish glow around them. The lines came together and interlaced into all sorts of convoluted shapes and designs, before settling on a somewhat triangular design.

Latios stared at the symbol for a few seconds, baffled as to what could possibly be going on. The sign looked familiar to him, he had seen it before...somewhere. But where?

The answer came to him almost immediately, and he tilted his head down to take a look at the red mark etched into his chest. The same symbol.

The floating lines were strange enough, but this was beginning to become unsettling to him.

"What? How in the..." The situation was beyond understanding, and Latios was beyond words.

As he looked back up from his chest, things only got stranger. Now he was completely encircled by a dozen or so assorted symbols. Each one revolved around him, except for his own, which remained still. They were all unique from each other and he didn't recognize any of them.

As the symbols shifted around, some of them positioned behind his, overlapping the two and producing a new symbol for a few seconds before continuing to float around and letting another symbol take its place.

This cycle repeated a few times, before one symbol in particular merged with his. As soon as the two overlapped, all other symbols abruptly stopped their choreography and faded away.

Latios again stared at the sign, absolutely dumbstruck and unsure of what to do next. He was afraid to move, worried that any action could possibly trigger another spectacle, or something even more bizarre.

After a small amount of time passed, Latios gave up on waiting and figured it was probably safe enough to resume movement. He slowly made his way closer to the symbol, about a metre away, not daring to take his eyes off it.

Latios quickly regretted his decision. About halfway there the symbol suddenly pulsated and began to glow with an increasing intensity. Everything was rapidly fading to white. It was so bright he worried that he would go blind, and promptly shut his eyes. This seemed have no effect whatsoever, as even with his eyes closed he could still see the light, and it was only getting stronger.

The white haze soon enveloped his entire field of view, and there was a moment of panic as Latios thought he had lost his sight for good. He tried looking left, then right, blinked a few times, shook his head, but it didn't make a difference. Everything remained completely blank.

After few demoralizing seconds, Latios' vision began to return. The white gradually dissipated, and soon he was able to make out a several shapes that seemed to be travelling past him. Or was it him that was moving? Despite the confusing phenomenon happening to his eyes, his other senses remained unchanged throughout the whole process. He could tell that he was still, yet what he was seeing now told him otherwise. This conflict of the senses didn't add up correctly in his brain and he was beginning to get a headache.

More details began to emerge, and with them Latios was able to make more conclusions as to what he was looking at. The shapes he was flying past appeared to be assorted trees and shrubbery, and judging by how many he saw he was flying through some sort of forest during midday. It didn't take long for his view to become perfectly clear, as if he were looking at them normally with his own eyes.

Latios tried to shift his eyes to better survey his surroundings yet his view refused to change, even as he physically felt his eyes move. It was as if the images he was seeing were being projected directly to his brain rather than being received by his own eyesight. His headache got worse.

This was proving to be a bit much to take in all at once. Everything was just so bizarre, he thought he might pass out soon.

What in the hell is-

"Huh!? Who said that?" Before he could finish his mental outburst the thought was cut off by another voice, only adding to Latios' dismay at the current situation.

The voice was one of alarm and a bit like his own, albeit slightly higher pitched. More feminine sounding. Even stranger, it seemed to have come from him, as if he had said it himself. Only he had kept his mouth shut the entire time.

Almost immediately after the words were said it looked to him like he was decelerating, the scenery was passing him more slowly, and he soon came to a halt.

After stopping, his view swerved to one side, then the other. As if he had moved his head, but he was sure he hadn't.

"Where are you?" The voice spoke again.

His view moved to slightly behind him, about as far back as he could see moving only his neck. As this happened, he managed to catch a glimpse of the end of his wing.

Last time he checked, he wasn't red.

The shape was nearly identical, but the colour was a dead giveaway. If it wasn't for fact that his feathers had suddenly transferred to the other side of the visual spectrum, he may not have even noticed a difference. His head throbbed even worse still.

At this point Latios was convinced he had gone insane. He was about to yell out of blatant confusion when suddenly he felt like he had just he had just hit a stone wall face first and split his head open.

Everything in his view instantly disappeared and went black, and he could feel that he was now lying on his backside.

His eyes were shut, the cause of the blackness. As he opened them the first thing he saw was a very concerned looking Swellow, looking down at him from atop the branch of the same tree he was lying under.

"Hey, finally, you're awake. You alright?"

Latios immediately turned his head and looked at his wing, relieved to see it was still blue.

Oh, it was just a dream.

He was thankful to know that all of the outrageous imagery that he just saw was probably nothing more than his imagination messing with him. Still...it did feel oddly real...

Latios looked around and saw that this was about the same place he had fallen asleep last night. Everything was as he left it apart from the weather, which was now clear and sunny, and a few stones that lay next to where his head was when he awoke. The Swellow must have been dropping them on him to try and wake him up, which would explain the headache he felt in the dream. One of the stones was substantially larger than the rest, and judging by the pain resonating through his forehead it was probably the one that dealt the final blow to wake him up. It didn't hurt tremendously, but it wasn't exactly pleasant either.

Latios lifted his arm up over his head and rubbed the area where he had been hit. The pain mildly increased as his arm made contact, and he lowered his arm to see if there was any blood. To his slight surprise, the white feathers on the underside of his arm had no staining whatsoever. It probably wasn't as bad as he thought, then.

Still, this didn't make Latios any more welcoming to the fact that the Swellow had just been dropping rocks on his head in an effort to awaken him. He didn't like it when he woke by unnatural causes, and getting hit on the head was not a very good way to start the day. Needless to say, he was slightly agitated.

Latios threw himself off the ground and flew up near the branch where the Swellow was resting with such speed that the air currents he created almost made the bird lose his balance and fall, but the Swellow was able to correct himself and remain where he was. Within a moment they were face to face and not more than a few centimetres away from each other. The Swellow's facial expression changed to one of determination, like he wasn't willing to give up his ground despite Latios' attempt to intimidate.

"You know, it isn't very wise to wake a lying dragon that could tear you in half in an instant. Especially like this." Perhaps he had overdone it a bit, but Latios wanted to send a clear message that he didn't approve of the Swellow's actions.

"Hey, don't you get mad at me! You looked like you were about to have a fit over there," the Swellow countered, before breaking into a wide grin.

"And you can try to look as big and scary as you want, but I know the pup you really are."

With this, Latios couldn't help but loosen up a bit. Swellow was the first Pokémon he met when he first came to Epyhlei, and over the course of a few years they knew each other better than themselves. Swellow was right, Latios wouldn't hurt anyone without a good reason unless they were prey or providing a threat, of which Swellow was neither.

Latios moved back about a metre and gave Swellow some breathing room.

"Besides," Swellow continued, "It's almost noon, you're really letting yourself go."

Latios turned his head skywards and noted that the sun was almost directly overhead. It was hours past the time he'd usually be awake.

"Alright fine, but did you have to drop rocks on me?" Latios rubbed his head again.

"Like I said, you looked like you were right and ready to have some sort of fit, thrashing about and turning your head every which way. Even managed to flip yourself over."

Well, that would explain why he woke lying on his back.

"I tried shouting at first and that didn't do a thing. I was gonna peck you but I didn't want to be too close in the event you actually happened to wake up. You can have a bit of a quick temper. What happened anyway? Bad dream?"

Latios considered this. It wasn't necessarily a nightmare, but it was such a peculiar experience that he couldn't really find words to describe it any other way.

"Yeah, I...I suppose you could say that." he answered.

"Good! Glad it was nothing." Swellow said with a cheery look.

Latios found it difficult to stay angry at him. He was a good friend, and something about his attitude was always uplifting. Latios' hostility had dissipated in no time, and he began talking with a bit more enthusiasm in his voice.

"So, what brings you here?"

Latios wasn't very accustomed to seeing Swellow in the earlier hours of the day, though he often showed up in the afternoon hoping to find some way to pass the time.

"Food, what else? This place has some nice berries you won't find in the forest. I think I'll go off to look for some. I haven't actually ate today yet."

"I think the east side has some good berry bushes growing, try around somewhere there."

"Will do. Take care!"

With that, Swellow took off from his branch and set off in said direction, leaving Latios to his own thoughts.

Was that really a dream? Was he really going to believe that? Dreams could sometimes seem disturbingly real, but this was something else. It certainly didn't feel like he was recalling a dream, it felt more like a memory of sorts. As if he were actually there.

And where did those symbols come from? He was sure he had never seen any of them, with the exception of the one on his chest. Where did his mind get the imagery?

Strangest of all to him was the whole ordeal with his eyes. It was as if he had been watching a movie, from the first-person view of one of the characters. He had no control of where he was looking, and his perspective was changing as if someone else was controlling it. And then the voice...and the red...and the...

Suddenly, it hit him. He hadn't been seeing through his eyes at all.

He had sight-shared with a Latias.

He always thought that sight-sharing was just a myth, he had heard about it from others but had dismissed the idea as being complete rubbish. As for Latias, he was pretty sure they existed, but in Hoenn, not Epyhlei. If what he knew about sight-sharing was true, there had to be one somewhere nearby. He had thought that he was the only Eon in the region, in the decades he had spent here he had not heard of a single member of his species other than him. If there was another, why had he not met them before?

If only he knew the location of where the sight-share took place, he could go and investigate. He recalled that it was in some sort of forested area, which would be helpful if 90% of Epyhlei wasn't covered in forest. There wasn't much he could do to get answers at the moment. He would just have to carry on as normal and hope that time could answer his questions.

Having just woken up, Latios was both hungry and thirsty. Swellow had gone to look for food, he should do the same, but not before a quick drink.

He looked to the small ditch where he had taken a sip of water from the night before. It was empty, the water had long been evaporated. He wasn't going to get off that easily.

Latios flew up a few dozen metres from the mountain's surface. From here, he had a full view of all of Epyhlei, akin to it being a completely cloudless morning. A welcome change after yesterday's weather. Most of the landscape was obscured with trees, but he could make out a small blue pool in the distance.

As soon as Lake Dewpoint came into view Latios took off like a rocket towards it. Now that the storm was over, there would be nothing stopping him from achieving his goal.

The inspiration for the dream came from sleepwalking, or more specifically, the idea of your brain being active and unconsciously making you do things while you're asleep. You could say Latios was "sleep-psychicing".

On the subject of update delay, my personal goal is one chapter about every ten days. Still, depending on how things go I may upload more or less frequently. Don't get your hopes up though.

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