Hello again everyone! I'm still having bad writers block with my main project, but thankfully not with this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. All characters previously stated as not mine remain that way.

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Caitou zzzzzz: Thanks! I think that they will meet eventually, but maybe not in the immediate future.

What Lies Beyond: There is a reason why Static is so jumpy, which may or may not be discussed in this chapter (not even I know, I write these before the actual chapter). And yeah, bane will probably be displeased. Just keep in mind that Jacob is still in his mid-teens, so he is rather impulsive and impatient. As a side note, when can we expect the next update on Shifters and Shadows? You had been putting out around two every month, but it has been a while. Not trying to put pressure on you to do it, but I can't stop myself from being curious.

I thought over what Static had told me, my mind taking that sliver of hope and running with it. Would I get back to normal? Would that happen before my parents returned from their trip? Static was still talking, but I paid attention. Suddenly, he stopped, and I walked into him, clumsily. "Shh!" He whispered, his ears twitching slightly.

I could pick up a slight rustling sound, which was getting louder, and fast. After a few seconds, a Raichu crashed through the nearby bushes, coming to a halt when he saw us. "Hehe, I'm glad I found you, Static." He said, his black eyes glinting cruelly.

Static was backing up slowly, physically shaking with fear. "W-what do you want, Amp?" He said, his voice quivering.

"Oh, nothing." The older Pokémon replied. "Just someone to vent on." His cheeks crackled with electricity, and he cracked his knuckles. I found myself filled with rage towards this Raichu. If there was one thing I could not stand, it was a bully. I had dealt with more than my fair share in middle school, and as a result I always stood up for other I saw being bullied, no matter how many times it got me beat up.

The Raichu launched a small bolt of thunder towards Static, who barely dodged it. The air smelled of ozone, but luckily the nearby bushes didn't catch on fire. The Raichu began to charge towards Static, his tail glowing bright white. I was faster. I jumped at him, diverting his momentum and sending him flying diagonally towards a large tree, and he just barely avoided hitting his head on the thick trunk.

"You discolored runt! I'll kill you for that!" He yelled, sounding madder than ever. He got back up, but one of his arms was hanging limply at his side, having bashed his shoulder on the tree. He looked around, probably weighing his chances against the both of us. "I'll remember this, runt!" He snarled at me, before turning away and running back deeper into the forest, in the direction that he had come from.

I looked over at Static. He was still shaking a bit, his eyes wide with amazement. "That. Was. Amazing!" He said, excitedly. "He and the other Raichus from where I grew up would always bully me because I can't control my electricity very well, and he was the worst of them all, and you took him out singlehandedly." I shifted back and forth, rather uncomfortable. As a human, when I had stood up to bullies, the people being bullied would take the chance to get out and run, and at most give me a thumbs up as they left.

"Thanks." I said, and just like that, Static was back off again, talking rapid fire about everything from the weather to what kind of berries he prefers to eat for each meal of the day. He resumed walking, and I followed, pondering the differences in how Humans and Pokémon acted.

It seemed that Pokémon, unlike humans, were more trusting, assuming that someone is good until proven otherwise. Static had agreed to guide me to Mt. Coronet without so much as ten seconds to think about it. Humans would do the exact opposite, likely suspecting that you intended to rob them and then slip away in the middle of the night.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I was able to tune out Static's chatter, and took solace in my thought. The sky burned a fiery red as the sun set, its burning rays permeating the thick forest. Static lead me to another cave, and it was a bit bigger than the last one we had slept in. "How long until we reach the base of the mountain?" I asked.

Static thought for a moment, then answered. "Should be one more day of walking. I won't be able to guide you up the mountain, however." He then went silent, gazing up at what was visible of the sunset through the leaves. I curled up on the mossy floor of the cave, closing my eyes and embracing the dark comfort of sleep.

I was in the clearing once more, the vast and vivid dreamscape of my mind. As usual, I was in my human form, and the eevee sat before me, looking bored. "Your mind is boring," He complained. "You take everything so seriously."

I glared at him. "A lot of things in the world are serious. And I intend to experience that first hand." I said.

"Yeah, like you will get the chance to do that once the full moon comes around." The eevee said, rolling his eyes. "Once it comes, the pact between Darkrai and Cresselia will be renewed, this body will evolve, and only I will remain. Good luck." He practically spat out the last two words.

I processed what he said, my mind going a million miles an hour. The stars of the dreamscape whizzed erratically across the sky, my thought projected into the heavens. I didn't know what this pact was, but it sounded important. The next full moon should be in four days, if I remembered the newspaper from last week correctly. That had been two days before I had changed.

Four days. That was all the time I had to make it to the top of Mt. Coronet. "I won't let that happen." I said, strongly. The force of my conviction shut off the witty comeback that the eevee had obviously been about to utter. I looked up at the sky. The moon was once again moving fast, the dreamscape would dissolve soon.

"What do you call yourself?" I asked the eevee, out of curiosity. I lifted the mental barrier barring his voice temporarily, allowing him to answer.

"Moonbeam," He said before I shut off his voice. The sun appeared over the horizon, the grassy plain burning away, the sky dissolving.