Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter in my first fanfic, courtesy of Burning Ice Freezing Flame. Thank everyone who read the first chapter, and I hope you'll like this one just as much. It's more backstory, but just as influential as the first chapter on the rest of the story.

Burning Ice: For being my first reviewer, you'll always have a place here. I can't say how much that means to me, truly. On to the review, the whole fated-to-be-together was already going to be the focus of this chapter, and kind of the backstory on why everybody wants Trapinch so badly. He gets a name too!


Previously, on Chronicles:

Hugo finally found the courage to ask the question on his mind.

"Wh-w-What a-are you, Trap-pinch?"


A.N: italics is the translation of poke speak. Don't worry, there's not much in the story :/

"Tra. Tra tra, pi pi tra." Stop. Are you sure you want to know the story?

"You can defeat almost anything just by looking at it, but cant know a language to communicate the utter AWESOMENESS!"

"TRAPINCH!" Shut. Up! You need to get taken down a notch kid. I'm not some kind of-

"And I thought a Bagon would be the best. Oh, how-"

"Tra. Ri. RA!" Oh, Bagon! Don't get me started on those s.o.b's, jerk offs always popular because they fake their injuries. Its time you learned what really makes the poke world tick.

"Stage One prediction rate holding steady at 97.1%" came from the place on Trapinch where the Flygon statue dissapeared, and freaked out both Hugo and Trapinch. Trapinch, turning in circles trying to locate the voice despite it being located on Trapinch's back, accidentally brushed up against a patch of open skin showing through a rip in Hugo's jeans. Both human and Pokemon were claimed by unexplainable fatigue, and collapsed in a heap next to each other.

Hugo woke up, but from what he couldn't remember precisely. He knew that he didn't belong here, but where 'here' was also seemed out of memory. In other words, he knew deep in his subconscious that he was inside a dream. However introverted he had been, Inception was one of his favorite movies. He saw Trapich next to him, already ready and raring to go.

"Hey, Trapinch, what's going on? I really need a better name for you though.", Hugo shouted. With the absence of background noise, it didn't go very far.

"No need to shout, this isn't a mountain of a mind you have here." replied Trapinch, perfectly speaking English with a Midwestern accent. "It should be enough for what's going to be shown, though."

"You can speak? But, how? Why? When?"

"Whoa, hold up with the questions there Hugo. And what'd ya mean by 'you can speak?'"

"Well, pokemon can't speak English, except for one or two special cases. Everyone knows that..."

"We gave you language in the first place! Arceus, do they not teach that basic history anymore?" Humanity would be nothing without the Legacy guiding them every step of the way!"

"Now it's my turn to wonder what the frack is going on! If we're going to argue like this every time we sleep, maybe I should have given you to the blond lady."

Trapinch looked like he'd just been Doubleslapped. "Do you WANT Hoenn blown up? Are you that unstable to allow the universe to will itself out of existence?"

"I'm dreaming, I have to be. Pinch me, and i'll wake up in bed with my annoying younger brothers climbing on top of me."

"Can I humor you first with my story?"

"Why not? I beat a Pokemon snatcher, and my Pokemon talk to me. Now what?"

"From the beginning it is. In the beginning, after the lake guardians were created, Arceus decided there was a need for a 'police force' or sorts, to keep relative peace between humanity and Pokemon. During the last moments of his waking, he endowed a tribe of Flygons, the Legacy Tribe, with guardianship of the overall well-being of the natural world. The Legacy stands in the way of any mass evil being attempted on Pokemon, and has succeded for the most part. While the tribe was self-sustaining as long as it could feed itself, we required one pound of solid gold every 10 years in order to keep our immortality. Once the evil people present in humanity saw this weakness, they single-handedly made gold the most expensive commodity in their culture. While before, most people were happy to get rid of a soft metal for the protection of the Legacy, now they were not so willing to hand over almost a year's salary. All of the years skipped by my people came back suddenly, and it took until the last scientist was on his last gold filing that he discovered how to keep our abilities in a Flygon body, without the cost in metals. I was the only egg able to be conceived and modified in time to be viable, so I am the Legacy now."

"Heavy stuff. Tell me, do you like Zane, Thoth, or Nikolai? Seriously, you know all that? How?". Hugo had a bored expression on his face. Trapinch bit him in the hand, taking his middle finger off. Hugo collapsed from the pain.

Waking up into the real world, Hugo saw the beginning of a sunset and made sure that he was not in another dream, satisfied, he turned around and was suprised at Trapinch 'standing' right in front of him.

"I like Thoth, thank you."