"We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is."
-East of Eden
As the sun rose, Sombra's eyes shot open. She was shaking violently. During the night, she had been haunted by horrible dreams; dreams of red eyes glowing in the midst of shadows and a huge, spectral form cackling wildly. Suddenly, she heard laughter. She jumped up, only to be faced with the almost pixie-like face of Delilah.
"Sleep well, Blade Sister?" Sombra longed to slice the evil smirk off her face, but she restrained herself.
At that moment, Isaac decided to wake up. He stretched and climbed to his feet. "I thought I heard an argument," he explained.
"No argument here," Delilah said, still grinning from ear to ear.
Isaac turned to Sombra so only she could see and raised an eyebrow. He mouthed the words, "Don't start anything with her," then turned back to the demon-child.
"How are you this morning, Delilah?"
"I am well, Soft Skin." She winked.
"We're going to travel many miles today. Are you prepared?"
"Aye, I am. In fact, I believe I could travel farther in a day than either of you, for I rarely tire."
"Then let's go."
The trio began to walk down the road. At first, they still saw the effects of their small victory in Ilex Forest, but as the sun climbed higher in the sky, they found themselves back in the endless desert that seemed to cover most of the continent. The morning turned into afternoon and the travelers' shadows grew long. Soon the heat became almost unbearable.
"We should look for a place to rest soon," the man said finally. Sombra didn't respond; the sun didn't bother her. Delilah, however, was panting and looked on the verge of collapse. As the three crested a hill and looked around for shade, Sombra spotted something off in the distance.
"What is that?" she said gesturing to what seemed to be a black cloud on the horizon.
The man narrowed his eyes. "It's getting closer."
Suddenly, the cloud descended onto the ground. The black cloud stood out against the golden brown of the desert like a sunspot.
"I think they're alive," Delilah added unexpectedly. "I can sense them."
Isaac pulled his gun from his holster. "Let's go see what it's doing. Or they. I can't tell from here."
"They," Delilah confirmed.
The cloud was much closer than it had appeared from on top of the hill, only about half a mile from where they had been. As they grew closer, the smell of rotting flesh became overwhelming. The black cloud seemed to pulse, taking on the sinister appearance of a diseased organ. An odd sound came from the cloud, almost like the rustle of leaves in a strong wind.
"They're Murkrow," Sombra said. She paused for a moment, then ran toward the cloud, so fast that for a moment, Isaac couldn't see her. The flock of Murkrow took off and landed about 50 feet away. One Murkrow was left, standing next to an oddly shaped carcass. It reached down and pulled a piece of flesh off of the body with its wickedly curved beak, then tossed its head back, swallowing the piece whole. Sombra hissed and tried to slash it with one scythe. Her blade went through it and continued into the dirt. The Murkrow looked at her curiously and then went back to its meal. By now, Isaac and Delilah had caught up with her.
"Is that a Staryu?" Delilah asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"Yes," the man answered.
"And," she continued, "aren't Staryu usually only found in or near water."
"Specifically salt water, but yes."
"So why is there a dead one in the middle of the desert?"
Isaac shrugged and aimed his revolver at the Murkrow, which continued ignoring him. A gunshot rang out. The Murkrow looked up for a moment and gave him a withering look before returning to the Staryu. Isaac noticed that the orb which rested inside most Staryu's center was missing, presumably the cause of death. The five points of the starfish Pokemon were also missing large chunks of flesh.
"Did you take the orb?" The man asked, mostly to himself.
"It wasn't me, sir," said a deep voice from near his feet. The man looked down, surprised. The black crow Pokemon was staring up at him. "I only found the body." The Murkrow locked eyes with Isaac. From far away, Isaac heard growling and hissing from his companions. Delilah started howling like a dog in the presence of some fierce wild animal.
"Who killed it then? And where did it come from?"
"I can't say I know where it came from, sir, but these are strange times. As for who killed it, I would have to say it was the man who chases the North Wind."
The man considered this. The name had some meaning to him, but it slipped through his mind like the wind itself. "What are you?"
The Murkrow's beak seemed to stretch into a grin. "Look into my eyes, sir, and maybe I'll tell you."
The Murkrow's amber eyes seemed to pull Isaac in and he felt as if he were being sucked deep down into quicksand. The eyes seemed to grow until they took up his entire field of vision, and then bigger until all that was left was the black of the pupils. For a moment, Isaac was floating in a warm, black space. He heard a steady thumping, like the sound of a beating heart. He felt something damp around his feet and looked down to see a pool of blood gathering beneath him. The blood filled the dark place until it was almost covering Isaac's mouth. Suddenly, the dark place started shaking and in the distance, a mountain rose, as red as the sea of blood it stood in. Isaac gasped as he felt something burning his leg. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the amulet. He held it gingerly by the string to keep it from burning him. As he watched, the ankh-like symbol in its center began to glow and change shape into an arrow, pointing to the mountain. Just then, the blood rose up in a wave and crashed down on him, pushing him under. He couldn't see, couldn't feel anything but the warm, sticky blood and a sharp pain in his chest, demanding that he take a breath. Finally, with no choice, he sucked in a mouthful of blood.
Isaac's eyes shot open. The amulet was still in his hand, but now instead of being trapped in a bloody ocean, he was laying on his back in the hot desert sand, a dull, almost brown sky above him. He took a deep breath of air and started to gasp, trying to get as much as he could.
"Are you all right?" Sombra asked.
"Where… Murkrow?" he panted.
"It flew away, in the direction of the others," she responded.
The man glanced down at the amulet. The symbol was the same as always, but it seemed to be facing the direction they had been walking. He climbed to his feet.
"We're going to keep going the way he were." He started walking. Sombra followed automatically and Delilah trailed behind them, her eyes now wide open, searching for anymore danger. "Tell us if you sense anything," he added. She nodded reluctantly. Then they walked in silence.
Sombra had never heard tales of anything like Delilah or the Murkrow which they had just seen, but she instinctively knew that such things existed. Demons, shape shifters, and gods were all part of the world she had been born into. Humans often had trouble accepting them, but Pokemon hatched with the knowledge of another world, one that was close to theirs and that could be crossed into with enough power. Most Ghost, Psychic, and Dark Pokemon were capable of traveling between worlds, and other Pokemon could sense the other universe, always lingering close to ours. Still, the presence of Delilah upset her. She constantly had to stifle the urge to send her blade ripping through the demon-child's skin. She doubted it would really do any harm to the spirit itself, but it would be satisfying. It would probably only cause problems though. As they walked, Sombra brooded.
Sombra heard a loud hiss and jumped around. It was Delilah. She was staring straight ahead, her pupils dilating and constricting. Sombra saw a human-like figure walking towards them, grasping something in one hand.
"Here we go again," muttered the man under his breath. "Let's wait for him here," he said and crouched down. Sombra and Delilah followed his example. As the man grew closer, they heard wild cackling, but couldn't see him from their position. "Now," Isaac whispered finally. The three travelers jumped out, Isaac in the middle and Sombra and Delilah on either side of him. Isaac had his gun pulled, and his two companions were both posed to strike. As they realized what they were looking at, Isaac's stomach lurched, Sombra gasped, and Delilah merely raised her lip in a silent snarl.
The man-thing in front of them giggled. "It seems you've caught me." He raised the red orb in his hands to his mouth and licked it gently with his tongue. For a moment, Isaac had no idea what he was doing. Then, the realization came; the man-thing was lapping the blood off of the orb's surface. Indeed, blood ran down the sides of the man-thing's face and covered his tattered purpled suit. His hair was streaked with it and one of his gloves was stained an ugly reddish-brown.
"Stop it," Isaac ordered, but the man-thing ignored him, and instead continued to lick the orb. "I said stop!"
The man-thing stopped and glanced up at him. He had bright blue eyes that seemed to be full of a false cheeriness. "I'm sorry, was I bothering you?" His voice was mocking and as he spoke, his tongue darted in and out like a snake's. "You seem to be tongue-tied." He smirked. "Did you meet the Murkrow?" Isaac opened his mouth to answer, but the man-thing cut him off. "I know you did. I see all that comes to pass in this desert; ever since I was touched by my blessed one." He sighed and his whole body shuddered. "I can no longer see Ilex Forest, but I know you were there. I feel your footsteps going in one way and coming out another. Tell me, what did you do there?"
"That's none of your damned business," Isaac growled.
The man-thing cocked an eyebrow. "Very well, then. May I ask your names then?"
"My name is no concern of yours either." He glanced at Sombra, telling her to stay quiet, though she knew this all ready.
The man-thing stiffened. "Well. If you care to know it, my name is Eusine."
Isaac nodded, but for a moment didn't respond. The man-thing began to lick the orb again. "Why did you kill the Staryu for that? And where did you find it to begin with?"
Eusine acted as if he wouldn't answer, then finally said, "Times are strange, just as you and your friends are. I felt the Staryu's presence and went to it. As for why I killed it, well, I believe this will be a beautiful present for my darling once I finish cleaning it." He licked the orb again. "Actually, I think I have to go. My love, the North Wind, is calling." He leaned in close to Isaac, his ear only a few inches from Eusine's mouth. "Don't do anything stupid." His tongue darted out and brushed against Isaac's ear and for a moment, Isaac smelled rotting flesh. Then, before he could do anything, Eusine had leaped back and started running into the distance. The dead smell lingered.
Isaac stood still, lost in thought, and then something clicked. The North Wind. He remembered the name, remembered his father's voice….
"The North Wind was created by Ho-oh. It used to be a different Pokemon, but was killed during a fire in Ho-oh's tower. After its rebirth, it was given the power to purify anything it touched. Sick people came to it for help, and when people were starving, they asked it to end droughts for them. Eventually, however, people grew wicked, and the North Wind disappeared. Now once in a while, some say they see it far off in the distance, a blue blur racing across the water."
"Do you think the North Wind still exists, daddy?"
"I don't know. I think if it didn't, though, it would already be the end."
There was a moment of quiet.
"Should we try to find it, daddy?"
"Maybe someday, when you're older."
Then another voice, one the man had heard whisper to him in a dream.
Suicune….
"Isaac?"
He started into consciousness. Sombra was standing over him.
"We have to follow him. He knows why that Staryu was out in the desert and he knows where one of the legendaries is; one of the most important ones." He felt warmth along one thigh and knew it was the amulet, wanting to go forward, to complete its task. "Come on," he said, and started to walk in the steps of the man-thing that had stood next to him only a few months before. Sombra and Delilah followed.
Delilah scowled to herself as they walked. How long would she have to be travelling with these fools? How much longer until she was with her master again? Her master, who fed her on the blackened souls of his victims, her master who let her live inside the bodies of the dead, like a crab living in the shell of a long dead animal? She growled under her breath and longed for his presence. Soon, though, her task would be complete; help to ensure the survival of a few humans, but no more than necessary. It wouldn't do to have there be on one left. The humans were as necessary to her kind as they were to fleas or leeches. In fact, she was essentially a parasite, only rather than feeding off flesh and blood, she fed off of emotions. The Soft Skin and the Blade Sister were excellent sources of this. Though they betrayed nothing on the surface, constantly keeping their faces blank, underneath, they were filled with fear and longing. She supposed she could stick around for a while.
When night fell, the man found a ditch by the road that was sheltered by some scraggly shrubs. He climbed into it and lay down. Sombra and Delilah jumped down and found their own places near him. They watched the stars move through the night sky from beneath a ceiling of branches. It reminded Isaac of looking through a window covered by prison bars.
The next morning, they woke before dawn. Isaac ate from a can of soup he had found while Sombra went hunting. Delilah sat and watched him.
"Do you know where we're going?" she asked him.
He shook his head.
"Do you know where we are?"
He chewed for a minute without answering. Then he swallowed and said, "Somewhere 'round the Ruins of Alph. I took us around Goldenrod, since it seems every time I go near there I find something… undesirable. I think Eusine's footprints are headed towards Ecruteak, but I'm not completely sure. I'm going to head there first anyways, since it's involved with so many legendaries. We might be able to find someone to help us there."
Delilah didn't ask any more questions. She was slightly surprised, as that was the most she'd ever heard the man say. When Sombra returned, they began to walk again. The sun rose to the east of them, somewhere off towards Kanto. Soft orange light began to creep over the desert, chasing away shadows and night creatures. Once in a while, they would hear the scurrying of something burrowing into a hole, trying to escape the sunlight. Finally, there was nothing but the sound of their feet falling on desert sand.
Delilah's ears perked up. "Can you hear that?"
Sombra stuck her head up, listening for whatever the sound was. There. Somewhere north, she could hear the sound of- "Bells," she told Isaac.
He nodded. "Ecruteak must be even closer than I thought." Far closer than I thought, he added in his mind. It should have taken us at least two more days to get there. But he didn't say anything. He wouldn't mention it unless there was a problem. Until then, he would let it rest.
When the sun reached its zenith, a tower came into view. The tower seemed to be hundreds of feet high, its top hidden in clouds, beyond the trio's sight. The tinkling of the bells seemed to come from either it or somewhere near it. The man bent down on one knee and pulled out the amulet. The symbol in its center was pointing straight ahead. He muttered something under his breath and closed his eyes for a second before standing.
He turned to Delilah and Sombra. "Once," he said, "Ho-oh lived on top of that tower. It hasn't been seen since the days of my grandfather's grandfather, but its magic is still here. This is a holy place. The ground here is untainted."
And surely enough, as they approached Ecruteak, they began to see plants here and there. Small ones, to be sure, but they were still plants. The sky seemed more blue than brown, and the clouds weren't the dirty grey they seemed to be in many other parts of the region. They reached the edge of the city in the late afternoon. Like Goldenrod, the city was perfectly preserved, but unlike Goldenrod, there was no fear or feeling of being watched. Ecruteak was a peaceful place. There was no danger here.
Though Isaac could no longer see Eusine's footprints, he still walked north. It felt as though something were pulling him magnetically in that direction and he had no choice but to obey. They walked down several streets and seemed to be turning corners at random. Delilah was about to ask just where the hell he thought they were going, when they turned one last corner and found themselves outside the empty husk of a building. It appeared to have burned down at some point in the distant past. Somehow, the sight of what had once been a tower as huge as the one they had seen from the endless desert burned down sobered them all. They stood outside it in silence.
"We should go in," the man said. He took a step forward and they followed behind him, looking like pilgrims before a holy site. At the door of the burned tower, the man clasped his hands together as if in prayer before walking in. Sombra crossed her blades, but Delilah merely glanced around nervously, as if expecting to be struck by a sudden bolt of lightning. When this failed to happen, she also went inside.
The inside of the burned tower was almost completely empty. The only object was a large statue of a Pokemon in the back of the room. Isaac carefully picked his way over burned chunks of wood and other debris. Finally, he stood before the marble figure. He examined it piously, noting the blue gray surface and the way the ribbons in its mane seemed to almost move.
Suicune…. A voice whispered in his head.
He felt the warmth against his thigh again and pulled out the amulet. It was glowing. He took it in one hand and placed it to the statues forehead. There was a flash of light so bright he was forced to look away. When he looked back, the statue had changed. Its color had deepened to a royal blue and now its mane and ribbons were flowing. The legendary beast took one step towards him. Then, it tossed its head back into the air and howled, a low, chilling sound that made all three of them, even Delilah, shiver. Isaac noticed what looked like dried blood on the Suicune's head and for a moment, his heart leaped into his throat. Then he realized it wasn't the North Wind's blood, but the blood from the Staryu's orb that Eusine had been carrying.
He must not have known it was alive. Suicune convinced him it was really a statue, Isaac thought to himself.
"Suicune," he whispered, and the Aurora Pokemon looked up at its name. For a moment, its expression changed to something resembling a grin, and then in a blur of blue and white, it was gone. The amulet grew cooler and cooler in his hand until it returned to its normal state. It was once again, just an amulet. He slipped it into the pocket of his cloak and realized that the place where his palm had touched the Pokemon felt… lighter, different than the rest of him. He looked at it and saw that all the dirt and grime from it was gone. Every scar that had adorned his hand, and there had been many, had also disappeared. The skin on his palm was completely smooth.
"Why did it flee?" Sombra's voice broke the silence.
"Because…." The man struggled to find words. "It's not time yet. Suicune isn't ready to help us for now. I think we have to find its brothers first."
"Where are they?"
Isaac shrugged. "I think one of them is on a mountain somewhere. I don't know about the other."
"So where do we go now?" Delilah spoke up.
The man felt a tingling sensation and looked at his palm. He blinked in surprise. A moment before, it had been perfectly smooth. Now, however, the ankh-like shape of the amulet's symbol was engraved into it. It seemed to point west, towards the rapidly setting sun.
"We're going west," he said. He turned to the door. Sombra and Delilah followed.
They spent the night outside, by a pond. They felt safe under the watchful gaze of the towers. Even Delilah forgot to plot and fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. Sombra fell asleep soon after. For a long time, only Isaac lay awake, watching the moon journey across the sky.
In the morning, they walked west out of Ecruteak, their backs to the sun. Once or twice, they thought they could hear the songs of bird Pokemon, but they never saw any.
How do they live like this? Delilah wondered. She had only been traveling with them for a few days, but already the shoes on her host's feet were starting to wear thin. If they ran out, bacteria and maggots would infest her feet and make the body useless and who knew how long it would be until she found another one. She couldn't imagine doing nothing but walking across the endless desert for years and years. How long had they been doing this? Judging by looking at him, the man was fairly old. He must have been a child when the Sickness came. Delilah remembered that time well. Many of her master's servants had starved to death, unable to live without their human and Pokemon hosts. Delilah had been kept alive though; she was valuable. Unlike many of her brothers and sisters, she was intelligent, not just a mindless, hungry thing. She was startled out of her thoughts when she heard a loud noise, almost like screaming.
"Incoming!" Isaac shouted and leaped out of the way. Delilah followed his example and hit the dirt. She felt something move very quickly past her head. She heard an almost metallic swishing sound as Sombra sliced at whatever had just attacked them, and the screeching grew louder. Delilah rolled onto her back and gazed up as the mutated Hoothoot once again dived towards her. She had time to notice that the Hoothoot had a bloody stump where one of its legs should have been (courtesy of Sombra), and instead of two eyes, it had one bloodshot one in the center of its head. As the demonic owl Pokemon flew towards her, she found herself unable to move out of the way.
FWAP! Delilah found herself covered in foul smelling, black blood as the Hoothoot was cut in half only a few inches from her. Sombra's blade stopped just short of Delilah's stomach. She began to clean the blood from her scythe. Delilah stood up and shook herself off. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Isaac glanced at them, but said nothing. They travelled on.
Once again, Isaac noticed that they seemed to be covering far more distance than was possible. Around noon, they passed an abandoned Miltank farm. He remembered the farm from his childhood; it was one famous for the milk that was produced there. He also knew that it was only a few miles outside of Olivine City. Olivine was three days' walk from Ecruteak, and they had covered almost that distance in one day. Something was definitely odd.
They stopped to investigate the farm. They found a few scrawny Miltank carcasses that Sombra picked at, though she didn't eat much. Inside the barn, there was a bag of green acorns hidden inside an air tight drawer. Isaac sniffed them and was surprised to find them unspoiled. He ate a few and put the rest in his bag for later. They could come in handy. The group walked on.
Just as they had come across Ecruteak the day previously, they came upon Olivine in the dying light of the sun. The ruins of the coastal city were basked in the orange rays of the sunset. It was beautiful, in a surreal way.
"That didn't seem like much of a walk at all," pondered Sombra.
"It wasn't," Isaac growled. "Seemed like a lot longer of a journey when I was younger."
Sombra blinked. "I suppose everything must change sometime."
They hurried through the city, as they were in no mood to fight any creatures or bandits at that moment. When they reached the beach, they seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. There was something very comforting about seeing a large body of water after the endless dunes of sand. Off towards the end of their sight, storm clouds were gathering. Delilah dropped down in the sand, but Isaac and Sombra stayed standing.
"I want to keep traveling," Isaac said.
Delilah looked at him. "How are we supposed to get across the ocean without a boat?"
The man shrugged. "You think that problem will be fixed if we wasted time sleeping?" He turned back to the ocean and waded in. Sombra followed him and bent down before him. He carefully climbed onto her back. The man glanced back at Delilah and raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Are you coming?" Delilah grumbled and waded into the surf, shivering at the icy cold ocean water. She climbed onto Sombra's back, behind Isaac, and peered down at the water. Rather than blue or green, it appeared to be a stormy gray color. Something that looked like ash was floating in it. Sombra tipped forward onto her belly and started using her blades as fins. They worked surprisingly well as paddles.
Delilah shivered as a breeze picked up. Riding Sombra wasn't easy; waves constantly knocked against them, soaking their clothes until they were heavy and useless as protection against the elements. Truthfully, the man was placing all his hopes on the fact that locations seemed to be closer together than they used to be. If he was wrong…. Well, maybe Sombra would finish his quest for him.
The clouds were growing closer now and lightning flashed in the distance. The man felt Delilah flinch and frowned despite himself. He knew she wasn't really a little girl, but still…. The storm was approaching them rapidly. Soon enough, the waves grew huge and Sombra began to be pushed under water occasionally.
"We're not going to make it," Delilah spluttered through a mouth full of salt water. That was when the rain started. It was torrential; a storm of biblical proportions. It came to the point where the man couldn't tell what was getting them wetter; being pummeled by the waves or the endless, pounding rain. Suddenly, as if by magic, they began floating east. "Wha-?" Delilah tried to say, but another wave struck them.
Isaac looked around for the source of their unexpected movement. He could see nothing, until he looked down. The water around them was roaring dangerously, and he realized they were no longer going east; they were going west again. They were moving in circles. He looked up again and this time, saw what they were moving towards; a huge funnel of wind was being birthed from the clouds above them. They were witnessing the birth of a hurricane. Soon, they would be sucked into the eye of the storm. He stuck his head down and buried it in the back of Sombra's neck. He felt Delilah's tiny hands grasp his cloak as they were pulled in a circle, faster and faster. There was a loud crackling sound, a flash of light, and then the world went dark.
Isaac felt both hot and cold all over. He tried to open his eyes, but the light was blinding. There was a whimpering noise and he felt as if someone were holding a vacuum cleaner to his skin. He grunted and his eyes shot open. In front of him was a huge orange Pokemon, at least seven feet tall. One large amber eye was glancing into his. Isaac scrambled to his feet and looked around. Delilah was sleeping further down the beach and Sombra was cleaning the salt off of her exoskeleton a little ways away. Isaac looked back to the Dragonite.
"Did you pick us up?" he asked.
The Dragonite nodded and glanced out to sea. Isaac looked out the way it was staring and saw that the storm was still raging, though the island they were on seemed to be in a pocket of calm. He turned his head in the other direction and saw the same thing. They were inside the eye of the storm.
"Thank you," he said, bowing his head slightly. "My companions say thank you as well."
The Dragonite stretched its wings out and nodded, smiling.
"Where did you take us, dragon-friend?"
The Dragonite looked puzzled for a moment, unsure how to communicate. Then it picked up a piece of driftwood and drew a swirl in the sand. It drew several swirls in a circle, leaving one place untouched.
"Whirlpools…." Isaac muttered. "The Whirlpool Islands?"
The Dragonite nodded happily. Isaac felt as though his hand were resting on a piece of metal warmed by the sun. He looked at his palm and saw it was glowing, the same as the amulet had done before. At the thought of it, he reached into his pocket. There was nothing there. The amulet was gone. However, the ankh-symbol was still etched on his palm. He held it out to the Dragonite, who sniffed it and then touched it with its paw. It jerked back as if shocked by electricity, then grinned. It made a chirping sound and went over to Delilah, who it began to sniff eagerly. She swatted at it a few times before opening her eyes and screaming. Isaac chuckled and was admittedly happy to see that she wasn't injured. Sombra walked over to investigate.
The Dragonite made a gurgling sound and Sombra turned to it, her head cocked to the side. She made a few growling noises and the orange dragon responded by making a noise that sounded amazingly like human laughter. Sombra laughed as well. She walked over to Isaac and held the flat part of her blade against his cheek; a rare sign of open affection.
"I'm glad you are safe," she told him.
"I feel the same," he responded. "Now, it's time to find out why we're here." His palm felt warm and he knew that they had something to do on the island. Once again, he remembered a story from his youth.
Far away, on the edge of the Southern Sea, there are a chain of islands surrounded by vicious storms that never stop. Only the very strongest trainers can reach the island without being ripped to pieces by whirlpools and hurricanes. However, if you're strong enough to reach the Whirlpool Islands, it is possible to see the creator of all the world's oceans.
Lugia….