Alrighty, here's chappie number 10, since, err…a certain someone threatened to dye my dragon blue (Fuego, or however the heck you spell it NO!!!...Inside joke with friends). Yeah…put the dye away now, fatal whisper. You know I hate blue.

Chapter 9

Laura's p.o.v.

I was in desperate need of water less than ten minutes after I learned of what was possibly Latias's fate. There was nothing that could cure poisons on this island, since there were no poison-types here. Besides, no one ever battled anymore. I brought a quivering hand to my throbbing head. Shakily standing up from the velvety red reclining chair next to the same-colored sofa she was occupying, I stumbled into my small, humble kitchen and grabbed a dry, green dishrag from aside the metallic sink. I turned the silver-colored faucet until near-freezing water emerged and held the emerald-green rag under the running water until it was completely soaked. I withdrew, twisted, and squeezed it to ring the excess water out. My parched throat seemed to cry out in agony, and deciding that, while the water was still running, I'd get a cup of water to soothe my throat. I lazily grabbed a small, white, plastic cup and shoved it under the falling water until it brimmed at the top. There was a satisfying feel as the cool water slid down my esophagus, and I drank two more cups in this manner, noticing the small smudge of dirt my thumb imprinted on it when I set it down. I picked up the rag and slowly dragged my bare feet across the cold, wooden floor, but then I stopped and looked out of the small window above the sink. Glancing at it for what seemed to be an eternity, but was actually a brief moment, I could see Kippy, Tom, and Terra trying to dunk each other under the pond's water. Even Fire-types Blaze and Quily were floating or dog-paddling (respectively). I couldn't bring myself to smile, however.

I walked back into the living room, where the Eon siblings were situated, and sat back in the chair again before leaning forward and placing the cool rag on Latias's burning forehead. I could faintly hear an almost inaudible sizzle as cold touched warmth. Latios had heard it too, and let out a small breath I guessed he had been holding. He lifted his head up and looked at his sister, who was lying on her back, then me, sadness evident in his ruby eyes, and hung his head down again as he floated towards me. He stationed himself at my left side and, with a close observation, I could see his fur clinging to his face where his tears had traveled and fallen. He had a distant look in his eyes; one that I could tell was silently praying to the Pokemon lord that his only real sibling would not die. She was more than the world to him, as he was to her.

Besides Latias, Latios had, what I called, an imitation family: Wurmple, like a nephew; me, like a sister; and my Pokemon, like other siblings. Of course, we weren't really related, but we all shared a sibling type of love for each other.

I heard a soft cry, and both Latios's and my head immediately whipped around to face Latias. She was on her right side facing towards the inside of the sofa. The sofa was slightly darker around where she lay, and I realized that she was sweating more than a Magikarp on land during the middle of an extremely hot summer. The rag on her head had fallen off when she rolled over and was now dripping on the floor. She began shaking slightly but rapidly. Latios literally zoomed out of the room, and I could hear clanging and crashing as various objects were hitting a wall as they were tossed aside. He came back shortly afterward, and he was carrying a thick, pale red blanket. He gingerly placed it over her so one edge began at the middle of her neck, most of the rest covered her entire body, and the opposite edge hung loosely off the side of her seat. I, on the other hand, dashed to a small closet beside the only bedroom in my home, mine, and found a perfect length of a thin, tan rope. I dashed back to the living room, holding the rope in my mouth, and snatched the rag off of the floor. Making sure it was still damp, I softly turned Latias's head until it faced upward, propped it on the arm of the sofa, placed the rag on it again, and tied the rope around the rag and the back of her head, tight enough to stay on, but loose enough so that it wouldn't leave an impression in her skin. Her shivering ceased and she sighed quietly. "Maybe now it will stay put," I thought aloud. Latios merely nodded. I flung myself into my chair and sank into its softness; unfortunately, I had flung myself too hard, and the chair and I sailed over backwards. I was so immersed in Latias's dilemma that I didn't realize my head was painfully throbbing on the floor until about five seconds afterwards. I clumsily worked my way out of the obstacle course that was a chair and surveyed the damage: the back of my head was bleeding slightly. Latios was watching me in concern, but his quivering shoulders gave away the fact that he was trying hard not to laugh. He snorted and turned his head back to his sister before he could meet my glare.

Sighing, I said, "I'll be right back." He nodded without looking.

As I was walking to my bathroom for a bandage, I felt something on my right shoulder. I stopped and slowly turned my head, only to see my shiny sitting on my shoulder, cooing happily. My mind was so clouded I didn't even feel my Pokemon climbing up my arm; that was what I guessed. But of course, this was Wurmple. "What makes you so happy?" I asked it. "And now that I'm thinking about it, how did you get up here so fast?"

"Wurmple," it closed its eyes and stuck out its front two arms, while securing itself to me with its legs, and displayed a dramatic flying pose.

"You flew?" I asked it while raising an eyebrow.

"Wurmple," it nodded and performed the pose again.

"Sure you did," I said, resuming my course. Less than five seconds later, I felt another presence on my left shoulder, and this one was a bit wet. I looked back to Wurmple, who was looking around to see why I had stopped. I was about to turn my head when an insanely loud "HI!" echoed in my ear. I jumped and lost my balance and was about to land face-first on the floor when strong, watery-blue arms caught me around my waist. After registering what had happened, I solemnly said, "Thanks, Kippy." My starter helped me stand up, and I walked over to the culprit, Tom (as usual). I hit him with my fist on top of his head hard enough for it to throb for a while, but not enough to make it bleed. I heard a loud whine and an "Oww…" Terra smirked.

"That's what you get for scaring me half-to-death." I said with little emotion. Leaving Tom, Terra, and Kippy in the hall, I entered the simple bathroom: all it consisted of was a sink, toilet, and tub. Nothing fancy. I grabbed a bandage from under the sink and, although it took me a minute to pinpoint the location of the wound, I eventually found it and secured the bandage over it. As I was bringing my arm down, I noticed Terra standing beside me, Wurmple on top of her head. She asked what happened. I said it was nothing. She retorted by saying she knew me; it wasn't nothing.

"The thing on my head really is nothing," I spoke truthfully. "But-," I trailed off.

"What?"

"Didn't you see them in there?" They couldn't have possibly missed two legendary Pokemon in my front room.

"See who where?" Apparently, they had missed them.

"C'mon," I sighed and headed out of the bathroom. "I'll show you." I grabbed Tom by the sleeve when we passed him, "You're coming too." Kippy followed without being ordered-I never excluded him from anything.

As we entered the living room, I knew how they had missed the Eon siblings: Latios had turned himself and Latias invisible. Even the blanket and rag weren't visible. Telling my friends to stay put, I rested my hand on where I knew Latios's head would be, and as I had guessed, I felt something solid in midair. I calmly told him, "It's alright, you can turn visible, now."

A couple of seconds passed. "Fine," he snorted and released his disguise. He hovered defensively next to his sister and refused to leave his side as long as my friends were there.

"You can trust them," I whispered to him.

"You can never be too careful," he retorted emotionlessly. "You know I don't trust any humans besides yourself." I was extremely glad my friends couldn't hear our quiet conversation.

I walked back over to my friends, when Latios refused to speak for the moment, and told them that unless they wanted to be mauled by a legendary, they should stay put.

"Got'cha," they answered. Kippy, however, had a great friendship with Latios and trotted over to Latias's side. He looked sadly at Latios and seemed to ask, "What happened?" in their native tongue. Latios, instead, explained what had happened to all of us and when he came to the end, I couldn't refrain myself from crying again. I wasn't the only one.

Latias's p.o.v.

I tried opening my eyes, and I felt them open, but with no different results. Everything was black, regardless of whether my eyes were closed or not. Only my shadow was a color, and it was white. I could still fly, and I felt completely fine and energized. Yet I had absolutely no idea where I was. This wasn't our garden, or Altomare. This probably wasn't even in Hoenn. 'Am I dead?' I thought. I did a back flip when I heard soft chuckling all around me. Before I could speak, something else beat me to it:

"Interesting. She asked herself the same question when she first came, too, Latias." I turned in a complete circle about six times trying to figure out where the voice came from.

"Umm, where are you? And who asked the same question as me?" I asked, surprised at the scared tone of my voice.

"I am not here physically," it answered, "only spiritually. I do have a real body, but I will not tell you where. Not yet. As for who asked the same question as you, all I will say is that you will meet her soon." It grew silent. "Anyway, my meeting with the other was probably a tad bit longer than needed, so I will try to make this reasonable. I have limited time, however, for I am needed elsewhere." I nodded to…to whatever it was, then I lowered myself to the ground so that I was lying there. I kept my wings slightly airborne in case this was some type of trap, unlikely as that sounded. I didn't like this place at all for two reasons: one, I strongly disliked the dark, and two, I was always extremely nervous when I was alone. The voice was there, but at first I had thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I quickly eliminated that idea. "Would you like to know why you are here?" I nodded, and apparently, it could see me, for it continued. "Very well, but you should know that I did not bring you here, you unconsciously led yourself to this place." My mind began to hurt, and I felt the pain reverberate all around me. "'How did you bring yourself?' You have been pulled into a new legend, Latias, as odd as that sounds. From now on, unless something…unfortunate happens, you will most likely lead yourself here whenever you are not aware of the physical world-yes, like when you are sleeping or unconscious-" I was surprised when it answered my unspoken question, "-whether you want to or not…Do not blame me for this; it is not my fault." It read my mind again, and I began wondering who had the power to do that.

"Are you a mind reader, by any chance?" I blurted out.

After a few seconds, it answered, "We are in your mind, if it helps any. I know what you will do and say before you do."

After about a minute of silence, I asked, "How did I come to be unconscious? Or am I sleeping?"

"Your physical body is unconscious. How you ask? It was because of the fire bird, Moltres. He was able to poison you with Toxic, and you, of course, should know that Altomare has no cure for such status."

It took me a moment to register what that meant. "D-does that mean," I quivered' "I am going to die?"

"Unfortunately, it is a possibility. You have an excellent chance of survival if I relay your status to the other. If she agrees and brings to you an antidote, you will survive."

"But will that not take a long time?" Unless this "other" was currently in Altomare, it would take two to three days at the least, whether they could run or ride on water, to reach me from the mainland. Being disconnected with the mainland had serious disadvantages.

The voice chuckled softly again. "It would-for most others-but this particular one is different: she will only take about a day, if not less."

"She's that fast?"

"On water. Excuse me, but I must go to her to tell her of your dilemma before she wakes. But do not worry; even if she is late, the poison will not take killing effect for another four days or so. Trust me, you are in good hands." Before I could say anything, I felt its presence leave, and I was alone for a few second before I felt myself leave.

Yup…woulda put that up a long time ago, but t'was too lazy…ya happy now, fw? (Yes, I'm calling you that). Anywhoz, drop a review, whether good or bad, I don't care, if you don't mind