In the Electivire Guild of the Harmony Continent, a messenger Pidove came rushing in, bearing terrible news. It held a rolled-up piece of paper in its claws as it flew through the main gate of the guild, the Pidove calling, "Emergency message for the Guild Master! Let me through!" The guardian Pawniard made no move to stop him, opening the gate to the messenger.
The guild was set in the face of a plateau that was in the middle of the Gigawatt Plains, a massive field prone for many lightning strikes within the continent. The monument was the only structure that was a major change in height for miles, and so was the most ideal area for a fort in the plains. What's more, due to there being only one single entrance, a reservoir of water and fertile farmland for miles, as well as a good storage plan, this was a place ready for ny sort of battle. But there hasn't been a battle or war for many, many years in the Equivos region.
The Pidove rushed past the Pokémon that crisscrossed through the main stairway, themselves making way for the V.I.M. (Very Important Messenger). The Pidove, whose name was Remus, has long been known throughout the guild as a messenger, despite his forgetfulness. So, if he's rushing directly to Guild Master Electivire, then it must be important. Of course, there are days that he forgets what the important message is.
When he reached the Guild Master's Quarters, there was a sudden spark of electricity as a voice roared, "How many times do I have say 'Do not disturb!' for people to get it!" The voice came from the almighty Guild Master Aram Electivire, who was widely known for his short temper. And, his terrible anger management.
Remus squawked as he narrowly avoided a well-aimed Thunderbolt from his Guild Master, and when he did, he came crashing to the floor, right next the Guild Master. Aram looked down, and recognized his faithful messenger, his anger cooling and the electricity in his prongs zapping away.
"Ah, Remus, how delightful to see you. You didn't forget to bring the message this time, did you?" Aram questioned as he picked him up and set him on his feet. Remus often ends up on the floor in the guild.
Remus quickly spat out whilst looking around for the paper, "Yes sir, I brought the message this time, I'm sure of it! Or was I. No, I'm sure I did, it was right-"
"Here?" Aram finished as he picked up the roll of paper from the floor. Remus sighed as he looked down in embarrassment.
"Sorry sir. Can't seem to remember much of anything now. It was better when I was younger, but now…" Remus explained. He's never really wanted to evolve to a Tranquill, or more like, he keeps forgetting to visit the Luminous Cavern in the Creation Continent in his time off. Because of that, he retains the characteristic forgetfulness of the Pidove.
While unrolling the paper, Aram replied, "No need to apologize, Remus. It's not my fault that Pidove are so forgetful. Now, what was this message about…" Remus then remembered why the message was so important, and began hyperventilating again.
"It's downright terrible, that's what! It's in... It's in... Ah great, I've forgotten again! Now what am I supposed to-ugh" Remus blathered out before falling unconscious. Aram shook his head and looked to the ceiling.
"Happens every time. Sarai, you know what to do." Aram called out. An Audino came walking in with a trolley, and she picked up the fainted Pidove, and wheeled Remus away.
Aram, after pondering a better way to remind poor Remus to evolve, returned his attention to the slip of oh-so-special paper. He began reading, and as he continued, electricity began to course from his tail and head prongs, the sparking becoming more and more furious.
Knowing their cue, the guardian Pawniard outside of the Guild Master's door quickly slammed the door shut, knowing full well the warning signs of what was to come. Just after they closed the heavy metal door, it sustained the full brunt of a massive Thunderbolt, the metal sparking with power.
"Kidnapping again! Again! Alert Team Rerunen, this requires their attention!" Aram roared. He slammed open the door and yelled, "And don't you forget it! Graah!" Pokémon in the vicinity quickly ran away, and while they loved their beloved leader, they wouldn't dare stand near him in his rages. Whilst in the middle of this confrontation, a Murkrow outside noted the reaction of the Electivire, and quickly flew off.
"All according to the plan. Heh." It muttered as it flew to the sea.
"Ah, what a delicious meal you have made for the three of us, Azure. You have always been a wonderful cook." Theus announced as he chewed through his plate of Wacan Berry Stir Fry. Azure couldn't help but smile, despite her bitterness towards her brother.
She then replied, in her usual cheerful tone, "Oh, it's something that I learned from Wenstrel Quagsire, the local chef. He cooks lots of things for everyone, even if he doesn't always deliver it to the right person. It's a good thing he's a family friend, right Laryon?" Laryon looked up from his food at the mention of his name, and quickly finished up his current bite.
After he gulped, he replied, "Oh yes, Wenstrel is a great cook, and such a nice guy. He's always wanting us to come over to his restaurant." He looked back to his food, and continued eating. Wenstrel, despite his absent-minded nature, proved helpful whenever anyone needed help, especially if that Pokemon was Azure or Laryon.
Theus looked to the Riolu, rather pleased that he was doing so well. "And how about your social life? Surely a good lad like you would have plenty of friends." Laryon shrugged in reply.
Laryon replied, "I have no idea. They all like me, sure. They want to be my friends, but Clera Sneasel is their boss. She hates me for some reason, and because of that she wants all the other kids to not even be around me. They do play with me whenever she's not around, which isn't often." Clera hates Laryon with a passion, and no one really knows why. Not even her parents.
After hearing this from Laryon, Theus dropped the fork he was holding and slammed the table. He exclaimed, "Well, if she's causing that much trouble, let me talk to her. I'm sure she'd change her ways when she sees a face full of-"
"Theus!" Azure yelled before he could finish. Realizing how he was acting, he sheepishly picked up the fork and poked into the food.
He then apologized, saying, "I know, I know, let kids fight their own battles, like how old Dad said. Still, it's obvious he hasn't been able to handle it." Azure muttered after he said what he did, mumbling something about "If this isn't the fiftieth time he's acted like this…"
Laryon felt uncomfortable discussing this, so he tried to divert the subject by asking, "So, Uncle Theus-"
"No no no, call me just Theus. Uncle Theus makes me feel old." Theus interjected. Laryon, chuckling a bit, corrected himself.
"So Theus, why are you visiting us now? Where've you gone? Aunt Azure's never mentioned you before." Laryon asked. Azure growled as she continued eating. Theus coughed uncomfortably as he cleared his throat.
He then replied, "Well, Azure and me had a... troubled past to say the least. I'd rather not get into details. But I figure that's why she's made no mention of me to you, despite my status as an explorer." Laryon's eyes grew wider at the mention of the word 'explorer'.
"You're an explorer? Where have you gone? How many wild Pokémon have you beaten? Have you heard of the Legend of the Adventurer and Betrayer?" Laryon quickly asked Theus. Once the words 'Adventurer and Betrayer' came out of the child's mouth, Theus's mood became more dark, his eyes narrowing and his black appendages rising an inch or so.
Theus said softly, "Don't mention that legend again with me around, okay. I don't like that story for reasons that I do not want to repeat." Laryon held his tongue as Theus slowly calmed down, and after some moments, the old Theus was back.
He then continued, "Anyways, I've been everywhere, lad. Everywhere within the region of Equivos. But don't think I'm as great as the-" He shuddered a bit, and said, "-Adventurer. I have never been out of the region, nor have I even seen a Legend or Myth, and I have always been a Freelance Explorer, working out of the bounds of an Exploration Team or Guild. I can't say I've ever met the Adventurer either, and if I did, I most likely wouldn't remember anyways due to the mysterious thing that made everyone forget." Laryon didn't really care if he was as great as the Adventurer. Explorers hardly came through Respit Village, and Laryon really wanted to meet more, so that he could hear more stories from outside the village.
Azure commented snidely while eating, "Well, that's something I've wanted to hear for a while. You've always prided yourself for being a great explorer, Theus, often boasting that you're better than the Adventurer. So much for-"
"No need to continue, Sis." Theus mumbled as he returned to the plate of Stir Fry just waiting to be eaten. Laryon was not content with having a relative of all things not answering his questions.
He asked again, "Are there any good stories you have to tell?" Theus held up his paw as he finished the last bite on his plate. Stir fry that good didn't last that long with a hungry Lucario in the house. He went to scoop some more out of the pan with his free paw, but Azure batted it away before he could.
"No stories tonight. Suddenly I feel less...eccentric. But I am going to tell you why I came here in the morning." He explained. He next looked out the window that was on the far side of the room, revealing a pitch-black night sky. "It's dark out, and I will need my rest if I'm going to tour the village tomorrow, with a wonderful nephew to help." He got up, stretched himself, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the necklace that Laryon had around his neck.
He suddenly came next to Laryon, exclaiming, "Do you know where that necklace came from?" Theus pointed at the golden linked chain necklace around Laryon's neck. Laryon thought long and hard about the trinket, remembering that Azure had given it to him when he was young.
"I got it from Aunt Azure when I was five, but she never told me where she got it from. Do you remember?" Laryon asked Azure. She got up and, with an empty plate, picked up the panful of goodness and brought it away from the table.
"I received the pendant from your parents before they had their accident. I believe they originally got it from Theus after one of his many adventures." Azure said while putting the stir fry in a wooden container. Theus was going to say more, but after a glaring pair of eyes from his sister came into his field of vision, he knew when to stay quiet.
He then continued, "It's nothing. Just a little treasure I found in a Mystery Dungeon. Now good night. I assume I'm sleeping on the couch. Of course, the guest room…" Azure shook her head at the question.
"You come here without being invited, I have my right to not treat you how I normally treat guests. Now go on, make yourself comfortable on the couch that nobody sits on." Azure said. Theus, defeated for the night, retired to the couch, which was obvious that no one sat on it because of its non-cushy frame.
Laryon was going to ask one more question, but before he could, snores came from the couch, signaling Theus's arrival to dreamland. Laryon yawned, and rubbed his eyes, wondering why Theus was so mysterious.
Azure noticed her beloved nephew, and went to him. As she hugged him, she said, "Don't think that because of the way I treat Theus that I don't love him. He has just made some mistakes in the past that I can't bring myself to forgive." Laryon nodded as his eyelids began drooping.
"How long do you think he'll stay?" Laryon asked. While in their embrace, Azure shrugged.
She replied, "Who knows. I'd prefer him to leave tomorrow, but knowing Theus, he'll stay for at least a few days before he goes wandering again. He never stays in one place long. I hope you stay here for a long time. The Mystery Dungeons in between the many villages are treacherous, and I wouldn't want to lose you to them. I love you too much for that." Laryon fell asleep in the warmth of his aunt, and within a few minutes, both he and Azure were in their beds, waiting for the events of tomorrow.