"Hey!" Blake wiped the ice cream off of his nose. Jordan giggled and wiped her hands on his cheek. He shrugged her off and wiped the ice cream off.

"I bought those so you could eat it, not give me a makeover," he reprimanded her, and she pouted.

"It melted."

"Eat quicker." The two had been sitting on a bench in the park for a while, relaxing as people passed them by. It was a fairly popular place, and it had taken some time to find an empty bench. Blake went to get the ice creams from a nearby street vendor, but it didn't seem that Jordan was very interested in eating. Blake gave her an exasperated sigh.

"You're lame." Her only response was to hit him on the shoulder. She then stood up quickly.

"Let's go." She grabbed Blake by the hand and pulled him up, causing him to drop his half-eaten ice cream.

"I wasn't fini- oh well." He allowed himself to be dragged along for a moment, apologizing to the people he narrowly avoided colliding with. He pulled his arm back, and Jordan stopped walking.

"Calm down. What's gotten into you?" he said. She frowned and blinked at him.

"Nothing. I just don't want to sit still right now. Let's keep walking." Blake shook his head slowly and began to walk with her.

"This is a nice park." He tried to make small talk.

"Yeah. They have a bug catching contest every once in a while, but it's not running today. I don't mind, I'm not crazy about bugs anyway."

"Me either. Hey, look." Blake pointed over to a break in the fence surrounding the park, keeping visitors from wandering too far into the forest surrounding the area. Jordan climbed over immediately.

"Want to explore?" she asked. Blake looked back at the park. It didn't sound like a great idea, but it wasn't like they couldn't handle themselves. He hesitantly followed. There was a dirt path that they followed for a bit, but it cut off without warning. Blake was ready to turn back.

"We should probably go now. We're going to get lost." he said.

"Just a little longer." Jordan walked on, leaving Blake to follow halfheartedly.

"I don't think this is a good idea.." Jordan stopped a few moments later, true to her word. She nodded, indicating a small wooden shrine, overgrown with vines, sitting in a small clearing, with trees to all sides.

"What is it?"

"A shrine for the forest Pokémon. There's one in every forest in Johto. I knew I'd find it eventually." Jordan said.

"Forest Pokémon? Is that another legend?" Blake asked. Jordan nodded.

"It's called Celebi. It's said to have power over time. It's the guardian of forests as well, so the people build shrines to it. There aren't any forests around Olivine, so I've never seen one, but I've heard of them. The largest one is in Ilex forest, near Azalea Town. I'm worried that the Rockets will go after it, but then again, I don't think they'll have a chance at catching it. It only shows itself to those with good intentions. I just wanted to see if there was a shrine here. I'm ready to head back if you are." They turned and realized that they had no idea which way they came from.

"Uh oh." Blake sighed. "I told you we'd get lost."

"Told you so isn't going to help here, Blake. See if Drifloon can fly up and give us some directions."

"Good idea." Blake called out Drifloon, who floated up into the sky and out of sight for a moment. When it reappeared, it's disappointment was evident.

"I guess we're too far in.. I think we came from this direction." Blake said.

"I think it was this way." Jordan disagreed. Blake held up a hand to his face.

"Alright. We'll go your way."

"What if your way is the right way?"

"We won't know until we go, so just pick."

"Don't shout at me, Blake."

"I'm not shouting, you're just being ridiculous."

"Fine." With that, Jordan stomped away from Blake, leaving him standing in the clearing alone.

"Jordan! Don't do this!" His words fell on deaf ears, and as she disappeared from sight he leaned against a tree, wondering what had just happened. Was it something he had said or was she just in a bad mood? He sighed and started heading after her.

"Jordan!" Either she couldn't hear him or she was ignoring him. He was no tracker, and he had never been big on camping, but he followed the path he assumed she would take as well as he could, looking for broken branches or footprints. He didn't have much to go on other than the direction she had started on in the first place.

"I hope she's doing alright.." Hearing his own voice amongst the sounds of the forest made him realize how dangerous this situation was. He grabbed a Pokéball off his belt and released his Armaldo.

"We're lost. Keep an eye out for any clues as to where Jordan went, okay?" Armaldo nodded and walked at Blake's side. Blake felt safer, but he still didn't know where to go. He walked in a straight line for what seemed like ages, although he knew it couldn't have been more than a mile or two. Still, it was starting to get late, and the sun was beginning to set. He began wondering if Jordan had made it out yet when he heard a noise, a loud roar, sounding very close. He froze on the spot, and Armaldo stopped as well, running one claw over another as if sharpening them, preparing for battle. Both turned as they heard the sound of cracking branches and falling foliage coming from their right; a large Pokémon was headed their way. Armaldo moved in between Blake and the approaching Pokémon, who lumbered into the limited space they were occupying. It was a large brown bear, standing taller than Blake, with a gold ring on its stomach.

"Use Slash!" Armaldo lunged at the bear, claws outstretched, cutting into its stomach. The bear roared in pain and slammed Armaldo aside as if he were made of paper. Blake's eyes widened. This Pokémon was powerful; Armaldo practically lived for battling and it was hard to believe something could overpower it so easily. Armaldo climbed to his feet and slammed into the attacking Pokémon, knocking both to the ground. Armaldo began scratching at the bear, but was quickly thrown off into one of the surrounding trees. Blake was again amazed. There's no reason a bear would be this enraged- except -Blake turned to see a small cub with a crescent moon on its forehead playing in a young tree a few feet behind him.

"Wait a minute! We're not trying to attack your cub! We're just lost and trying to get out of the forest!" The bear looked at him and let out a low growl. Blake held up his hands.

"Please, just let us go. I'm sorry for attacking you but we really don't want to fight." The bear came closer to Blake, and he closed his eyes. He felt the warm breath against his face for a second, then two, but then it was gone; the bear had gone past him.

"Thank you.. And sorry again." The mother bear went and scooped the cub up by its neck, carrying it off into the forest. Armaldo was still struggling to get up, and Blake ran over to go help him.

"Sorry about that. Just relax for a bit, I'll be fine for now." Blake recalled his Pokémon. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and began walking again. After about five minutes he noticed a bag on the ground at a fork in the 'road'. Jordan's bag.

"Oh my god." Blake grabbed it and followed the path it was located on, running at full speed. He blocked any terrible ideas of what might have happened as well as he could, but he was still panicking. She had only had a five minute head start at most, she couldn't be far. Racing along the path, if it could be called that, Blake turned side to side, hoping to get a glance of her. Not watching where was going, he slid in a patch of mud and hit the ground.

"Dammit! I don't have time! Wait." It hadn't rained for a while. Why was the ground wet? He stood back up, and looked at the mud. There was a small trail of water, and a bottle of water on the ground. It had to be from Jordan, so he took off, ducking past trees and jumping over shrubberies. It was near dark, and the trees didn't let much light in to begin with, but Blake continued as quickly as he could. Suddenly, he was at a dead end: the bottom of a cliff.

"Dammit!" Blake was at a loss of what to do. He kicked a small rock, sending it off into the distance.

"Blake? Is that you?" A voice came from the edge of the clearing.

"Jordan! Where are you?" Blake yelled in the direction of the voice. He heard the rustling of leaves as Jordan poked her head out of a tree.

"I was chased by an Ursaring. I've been hiding in here for a while. Help me down."

"That depends, are you still mad at me?" Blake stood at the bottom of the tree, and the reply was a shoe to the head. "Alright, alright." She lowered herself down the tree, and when she was low enough, Blake assisted her. When she was safely on the ground, Blake began his apology.

"I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to upset you." She held up a hand to his mouth.

"No, I overreacted. I'm sorry." She embraced him, and he wrapped his arms around her. "It's just that I wasn't sure that this was a good idea, and you weren't making things easier."

"What was a good idea?" Blake asked.

"All of this. I don't know if you've noticed, but we've gotten pretty close, and I don't know whether it was a good idea or not. This is our job, I mean. What if it gets in the way?" She looked up at him, and he gave her a reassuring smile.

"So what if it does? We've been doing great so far. You've taught me everything I know, and we're not having problems. I had doubts before, but I'll overcome anything that stands in between us." He held her tighter.

"That was cheesy." She rested her head on his shoulder. "But thanks."

"Now, where do we go from here? We're still stuck out here." Blake said. Jordan let go of him.

"Wait. Do you hear that?" Blake listened for a moment, and realized what she was talking about: the same roars as before.

"I think we have an even bigger problem than before.." Blake said as two Ursaring stepped into the clearing.