(A/N): Here's the fourth chapter! I feel as though the first two chapters aren't very appealing, and that this story got off to slow start. What do you all think? Also, thank you to the Guest who reviewed Chapter , you made me very happy. If I did add Team Rocket, they would be like how they were in pokespe, but I do not intend to add any of the infamous villains that appeared in the manga, games, or anime. You'll see later in this story. Also, the Head Master is mentioned frequently throughout this chapter, but I am not entirely sure if she would count as an OC.
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August passed by in a whirlwind, with September creeping slowly towards the beginnings of its climax. Green leaves still clung to trees, the heat remained stubbornly present, but cool breezes were at least beginning to slowly roll into the city of Hearthome. It had already been a month since school began, and things had already settled into a routine. Since talking with Paul, neither Dawn nor Paul had any dreams even remotely similar to the one they discussed during that sunset several weeks ago.
On this Saturday, lounging on the lawn with his friends just outside the Main Hall, Paul was hit with a heavy wave of déjà vu watching the head master walk past with Professor Oak. His eyes remained trained on her as she passed; her pink curls sparkled in the sun, a spring in her step present, and her cerulean eyes glinted with mischievous. The short statured woman caught Paul staring at her and grinned, holding up a finger to her lips as if to say "Shhh".
The moment quickly passed, however, as Head Master Mayella stormed off at some comment from the Professor. Paul was left utterly confused, feeling as though he should have known what Mayella was trying to tell him.
"Hey Paul, what are you staring at?" Ash asked. That snapped him out of his reverie.
"…nothing of importance."
Paul found it odd that Dawn wasn't very talkative today, and she seemed very spacey as well. Every time Red passed by, she stared after him as though he was a passing dream. It made Paul rather uncomfortable. It was as though Dawn had gotten lifeless in her nearly mute state – Paul feared that Red's ways were rubbing off on her. But as he donned his oran berry striped pajamas that evening in his crowded bathroom, he realized that Dawn had been staring at Red much like he had been staring at Head Master Mayella earlier that afternoon. The déjà vu the both of us experienced must be important, Paul thought. Paul skillfully made the treacherous walk back to his shared bedroom, avoiding Ash, Gary, and the Maple Sisters. They were always rowdy just before curfew. Pulling on his soundproof headphones, Paul thought about the events of the day. He then fell into a long, vivid dream.
When his eyes opened, Paul found himself back in the familiar expanse of a certain dreamscape. Impossibly tall pine trees crowded all around, small shrubbery framed a distinct neat path, and cool shade replaced scarce sunlight. The lavender haired teen paused to take in his surroundings, listening for any signs of life. He heard what he was searching for: faint singing in the distance, calling to him. Picking his way through the foliage, he departed from the path, towards the melancholic song.
It lead him to the magic lake. There, as he expected, was Mew, finishing her song. He relished it, her voice like an angel's, telling all of heartbreak. Their eyes met when it finally ended. She smiled giddily.
"You've found me!" He frowned at her. Why state the obvious?
"Not here in the dream world, silly. In the waking world!" Paul thought on this for several long minutes. Who could this Pokémon be in the real world? Legendaries did not make appearances in the waking world. Unless…Professor Oak had mentioned once that certain Pokémon had the capability to turn human. He then looked at her with a surprised air, realizing that she was Head Master Mayella. It just seemed to fit.
"I thought legendaries were meant to be gender neutral." She giggled.
"When we manifest as humans, we get to choose our preferred gender."
"…I see. So you've manifested as a woman?"
"Yes, I have! I find women to be much nicer than men. No offense to you, though!" He gave her a look, and then continued onto his next question.
"Why would you want to take a human form, though? Aren't there disadvantages? Also, why reveal yourself to me? Aren't there dangers?"
"So many questions! Yes, there certainly are some disadvantages, but this form doesn't bother me as much as it would others. In this human form, it's much easier to keep an eye on things," she smiled at him with a knowing smile, "I have come with Mewtwo to this academy to protect a great force you humans would call a 'philosopher's stone'. It's the last one of its kind, and too dangerous to leave on the Earth. I have revealed myself to you to ask for your help." He frowned at her. Her voice and speech were annoyingly peppy.
"How would I help you?" The mew giggled.
"You'll be awakening soon to aide me." Paul paused to consider what that could mean.
"…does that mean that I'm a legendary?" Mew was thrown into a fit of laughter, making Paul's cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.
"No! No no no, dear boy, you're just a regular human!" her laughter calmed, "When a legendary decides to stay on earth for an extended period of time, they manifest into their own human form. But if the time period were a short amount of time, then they would take a host body. The Pokémon shares the body with the human as well as the conscious; the human will always have dominant control, however. As host, humans can use the special abilities of the Pokémon they are hosting. Only very strong Pokémon and strong bodied humans can do this, however."
"…I see. I am a host, then. How long would I have to help you with this stone protection? …why even choose me?"
"Entei has chosen you especially, and would have no other for his host. I am merely the messenger to tell you this. As for the stone…it would need to be protected for approximately the rest of the school year. There is a ritual in progress to transfer the stone to Girantina, but it takes at least one school year to complete. This is the last stone that needs to be transferred, but some humans have heard of its existence, and are now pursuing it."
The teen sighed, processing all this. He sincerely hoped that all this was just a weird dream and not a prophetic dream. Deep down though, he had a sinking feeling that this was all too real. Who was he to deny the legitimacy of all of this, anyways? Magic and Pokémon were already things that exist. He looked up at Mew with a decisive scowl. She grinned in exchange.
"Consider yourself awakened, Paul Shinji."
Paul spent Sunday morning in a daze, purely lost in his thoughts. The day just slipped away as he remained in his reverie. Monday quickly rolled around, and when Head Master Mayella nodded to him in the hall, he dreaded when Entei would arrive.
Dawn wriggled impatiently in her seat as she waited for Professor Oak to show up. She found it ironic that despite Gary saying his grandfather hated tardiness, the old man himself was always late to his own class. The other students were just as impatient, for today, they'd finally be able to 'see'.
"Hey, Dawn!" Dawn smiled at her friend, whom she had recently discovered was one of her online pen pals.
"Yes, May?"
"Do you think we'll be able to see faeries?" May's hands were clasped together, and her eyes were sparkling. The brunette had always been a sucker for fairy tales. Before Dawn could reply, however, Drew scoffed behind them.
"Only you would think of something so girly, June. I want to see a real dragon, and not just some dragon type." May bristled instantly at the comment, like Drew expected her to.
"My name is May! And faeries aren't girly at all – they're really cool!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Yeah-huh!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Yeah-huh!"
The class was left in agony, having to listen to their loud bickering, before Professor Oak finally entered the classroom. He was balancing cups, cheese, and crackers in his arms as he wobbled over to his messy desk. Everyone suddenly sat to attention, silent excitement and anticipation in the air. They briefly wondered what the cheese and crackers were for.
"Well, class! Today is the day!" with that statement, he pulled out potions from a cabinet, passing them out to the student who made each one, "As it has been precisely three weeks since you all have brewed these potions, they are now mature enough for drinking! Be sure you drink only half a cup of the potion, and that it looks to be a cream-like consistency, and the color is pink. If you have any complications, don't hesitate to tell me!" He then passed out the plastic cups, as well as a few cheese and crackers to each student.
"These potions are best eaten with a snack, to aide digestion." He motioned for the students (whose potions he verified were good for consumption, of course) to begin drinking their potion. Dawn eyed the milky liquid dubiously; it smelled less than appetizing. Glancing around the room, she saw that others were already downing their potions. Paul seemed to give her a condescending, playful look at seeing that Dawn was too scared to drink her own potion. She gave him a scowl and swallowed it all in one big gulp. She gagged and swallowed with difficulty: the potion tasted like rotten eggs and over cooked broccoli had a baby together. Dawn quickly consumed her allotted portion of cheese and crackers to get rid of the horrid taste in her mouth.
All throughout the class, Professor Oak enjoyed himself watching the different facial reactions of the students, and had not noticed that Dawn had drank more than half a cup of her potion.
Many first year students walked to lunch in a trance, stupid looks on their faces, too busy taking in the new wonders around them to shut their open mouths. They noticed things they were blind to previously, such as the gargoyles guarding the girl's bathroom, the faeries keeping the lanterns lit in the school building, and the dwarves attending to the large school garden. May was glad to have shoved into Drew's ego how cool the faeries around them are, after having spotted one just outside the dining hall. The little woman was just over five inches tall, had reptilian wings, orange scales, and a puff of red hair that was fashionably styled. She appreciated May's praises greatly while Drew just walked off to his house table.
Drew rather disliked his house table for the most part, because it was filled with pompous assholes – the House of Celebi is well known for the large number of elite students in it. The only person from his house that Drew can stand is Wally, and it was over how the two both had green hair that they became friends. As Drew chatted his way through lunch with Wally, he made the briefest moment of eye contact with the Head Master. They both nodded to each other once before returning to their own personal lives, the exchange itself only happening for a few seconds. Drew supposed he'd have to have a talk with Paul very soon.
How did you enjoy the chapter? Is the story moving too fast, is there something you don't understand? Was there anything you think I portrayed wrong in this story? Please, don't hesitate to tell me! Also, please leave a review and any constructive criticism you may have. I would really appreciate feedback.
