Milo and the Blue Umbreon

by NanobotEX

Milo is about to embark on his Pokémon journey, when he unexpectedly makes a new friend. His journey begins ten years after the exploits of Ash Ketchum, and he discovers that Pokémon journeys are not as simple as they once were. Milo may soon find himself pitted against forces beyond anything he had imagined! (Not too much Romance, just enough to keep things interesting)

12. Chapter 12 - Spotlight

Milo Chapter 12 – Spotlight

"All ready?"

"Yeah", answered Amaya, still stuffing bits and bobs into her pack, "just about there."

"C'mon", Milo was itching to go, "We still have a full day's travel if we're gonna make Hearthome by tonight. We really have to get going."

As usual, Milo's team had elected to travel under their own power, while Amaya had only Leon out of his Pokéball.

Milo! It was Drake. He had a fiery look in his eyes that made Milo rather suspicious.

Yeah, Drake?

When do I get to start training?

Milo thought quickly, trying to satisfy his newest team member.

Uh…How about lunch today? We can't really make extra stops while we're travelling here.

Lunch? Are you sure I can't start sooner?

The young Jubilife Trainer was at a loss for how to satiate the Land Shark Pokémon's persistent eagerness, but Blaze jumped in with a solution;

I think I can help. Drake, he began, I know you're probably hoping to focus on strength, but on this team we work on speed first, and then power. That way we can pick and choose the best opportunities to strike.

Is that right, asked the Gible. He seemed to consider this before a grin spread slowly across his face.

That's a clever strategy, I approve. Speed it is.

When the group did stop for lunch, and Drake began training in earnest with Blaze and Azura, Milo was immediately impressed by the Gible's battle intelligence. His instincts were far beyond what one would expect from a newly captured wild Pokémon. He made up for what he lacked in raw speed by dodging in surprising and unexpected ways. The best way to describe his remarkable ability was that he was just more comfortable on a battlefield than most Pokémon. He felt right at home squaring off against any opponent. It came naturally to him without thought or effort. He still lost to both of Milo's stronger team members, but he gave both Blaze and Azura a much closer fight than they had anticipated.

It was shortly after lunch that Milo received a call. He answered, and an image of Jenks, their new 'media manager', appeared.

"Hey there, Milo! Is Amaya around, I hope?"

"Yeah, she's right here. What's up, Jenks? We're a few hours from Hearthome."

"Oh, perfect! Listen", began the reporter excitedly, "I've got a great opportunity for the both of you. Ever heard of the Hearthome Rookie Challenge?"

"No", answered Amaya immediately. Milo, however, thought for a moment before responding, "Actually, yeah. Isn't that the kickoff of the whole Rookie Challenge Circuit? It's a pretty big chance for people just starting – hang on, are you saying you want us to compete? That's one of the biggest rookie events of the battling season!"

"I've got two spots left", said Jenks with a smile, "if you're interested."

Both Trainers looked at each other and answered together, "We're in!"

"Perfect", Jenks' face grew serious again, "now listen up; because of the Challenge the city is hopping with media – media who will be on the lookout for rising stars like you. We're going to sneak you in, and you'll stay at the Gym. Marcus can't wait to see you."

Never in a million years would Milo have guessed that working with a 'media manager' would provide any kind of adventure or excitement, but just hours after his phone conversation with Jenkins he was forced to admit he was glad he'd agreed to play along.

As the two Trainers emerged from the trees bordering Hearthome, Jenks jogged over, holding two bland colored jackets and hats. It was surprisingly fun, Milo noticed, slinking down side streets and back alleys in disguise to the maintenance entrance of Marcus' Gym.

"Hey", called a voice from down the hallway as they entered, "Hey, that entrance is reserved for personnel only. I'm going to have to – oh, hey guys! Jenks, you sly dog, I should've known you'd never just use the front door."

The two hugged, and Jenks bantered right back, "Ah, you know me too well, my friend. Hey, brought you our two young friends."

"So you did", smiled the Gym Leader, "Good to see you both. Amaya, Milo, I'm looking to seeing how you measure up to the class of the year. So far the two of you are ahead of the pace, nobody else has gotten through Roark, much less Gardenia."

"Ah", Milo saw an opportunity to twist his older brother's arm, "interesting that you should mention dear Gardenia."

Marcus was instantly uncomfortable, but Milo carried on, "She specifically told me before we left Eterna that she just cannot wait to see you. She's ever so anxious about the plans you've made."

Amaya was barely containing her laughter, but Marcus' face twitched in frustration before he punched his younger brother in the arm.

"Bah, she put you up to this. Come on, you're done, let's get you both settled."

It was around dinnertime when the group of them arrived at the Gym, and Marcus was obliging enough to let them use the training facilities inside. He even agreed to give them some coaching, 'for the sake of brotherly affection'. Both of them knew he wanted to see Milo succeed…and he also couldn't pass up the chance to prove how much better he still was. All of Milo's Pokémon joined in; the experienced, the young, and the new. They trained for a few hours before bed, and went to sleep in the guest rooms at the Gym.

-o-

"You ready?"

Yeah", answered Milo, as Marcus prepped him for the opening ceremonies the next morning, "any last advice?"

"Sure", answered Marcus, "remember that a tournament isn't just a bunch of battles in a row. It's also one big long mental game. You have to win that, too, to be successful in a tournament. Don't play all your cards unless you have to. Got it?"

"Yeah, I think so", answered the younger brother.

With that, Milo took a deep breath, and heard the announcer outside call, "Finally, from Sinnoh's most reputable Trainer academy in Jubilife, please welcome the younger brother of Hearthome's own beloved Gym Leader…MILO!"

The young Trainer waved nervously to the crowd as he emerged from his tunnel into one of Hearthome's most notable battle arenas; Fantina Stadium, named after Marcus' reitred predecessor. As introductions were made, Milo glanced about at the other tournament participants. Amaya he knew, but the rest were unfamiliar – except for Damion Parr.

Ugh, Milo thought to himself, of course he's here. I hate that guy.

The battles began, and it was quickly clear that Milo, Amaya, and Damion were the only real contenders. It was odd for Milo to see Damion's ridiculously predictable strategies completely overrun his opponents – he'd only ever seen the Veilstone graduate lose, and badly at that. Nonetheless, nobody in attendance was surprised that the graduates from the three most noted schools of training in Sinnoh shot straight through to the quarterfinals of the season's first rookie tournament.

The quarterfinals were four on four battles, and Milo was up against a Trainer from Sunnyshore. He had gotten through the first few rounds using Drake and Aurora. He hoped that not using his two powerhouses would veil his full potential until the real show – the final. They'd also be fresh when they got there, if all went to plan. At this point, the eight Trainers left in the tournament had few secrets from one another in terms of team and strategy. Milo was beginning to understand what Marcus meant about the mental game of the overall tournament.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus all his energy on this battle right now. He'd seen his opponent's fights and she wasn't bad. Her name was Nova, and her team was fairly diverse and partially evolved. She had one major weakness, but it would be difficult to exploit.

"What an excellent display of battling", came the announcer's voice, "please give it up for our first semifinalist – Damion!"

The battling had been going on all day. The quarterfinals were the last battles of Day One, and only four Trainers would make it through to Day Two.

One more battle today, guys. Let's finish today strong.

As the applause died down, the booming voice sounded again over the stadium speakers, "And now for our next quarterfinal matchup! The Jubilife phenomenon and the Sunnyshore surprise! Put your hands together for…Milo and Nova!"

Nova was a curious-looking but very cheery girl. Her large glasses and eternally bouncy pigtails really made her stand out in one's memory. She had good instincts, and knew her way around a battle fairly well, though she lacked experience and raw knowledge. Still, she'd made the quarterfinals with a solid team and wasn't to be underestimated.

The two shook hands and took up position in their respective Trainer boxes and waited for the referee;

"Trainers at the ready…Call your first Pokémon!"

"Aurora! Let's get to work!"

"Luxio, time for battle!"

Milo started the battle off, calling out his first move while he formed a strategy;

"Aurora, Quick Attack!"

With a speed that belied her size and youth, Aurora struck the unprepared Luxio while commenting to Milo mentally;

He looks like Leon, but – take that! – but grown up. How do I beat him?

"Protect, Aurora, quick!"

Milo's preemptive counter came not a moment too soon, as Nova tried to strike back, "Luxio, Thunder Fang!"

The attack bounced harmlessly off Aurora's Protect as Milo gave her strategic instructions;

Aurora, listen carefully. He wants to get in close to hit you and paralyze you, don't stay close to him long enough for that to happen. Stay just far enough away that he thinks he can get to you.

Yup! Okay!

Aurora backed off to a manageable distance, baiting Luxio into an attempt to close in. Nova took the bait right away;

"Get in there, Luxio! Crunch!"

"Dodge, Aurora, then Tackle!"

Aurora hopped nimbly to the right as the Crunch flew safely past here. She landed, planted her feet, and launched into a Tackle that caught Luxio square in the side, sending it sprawling, only to come back up growling.

Remember to keep your distance!

"Crunch, again!"

Aurora remembered, but just too late; Luxio sprang forward before Aurora could regain her distance, and bit down hard, throwing her across the field, to land in front of her Trainer.

"Are you okay, Aurora?!"

Yeah… she responded, with a shake of her head as she stood, but that kinda hurt. He's not nice. I'm gonna get him back for that.

Milo grinned, just grateful that she was alright. He encouraged her mentally before calling his next move.

Yeah, you get back in there and show him who's boss.

"Let's see that training, Aurora! Rapid fire Quick Attack!"

She was more serious now than Milo could remember seeing her, and she turned into a small, brown, adorable blur as the flummoxed Luxio took one hit after another, unable to keep up with her. A more experienced Trainer might have recovered the situation, but Nova could only stammer as her Spark Pokémon took hit after hit, unsure how to counter. Within ten seconds, it was over. Aurora, panting lightly, trotted back to her Trainer with a satisfied grin, as Luxio collapsed on the field.

"Luxio is unable to continue, Eevee is the winner! Nova, your next Pokémon!"

"Okay, okay…umm…Shellos! Time to battle!"

Milo knew Aurora could probably still match and even beat Shellos, but he saw an opportunity to spread the battling duties amongst his team members and demonstrate his trust in them.

"Alright, Aurora, come on back! Ferra, you're in! Let's get to work!"

Ferra was overjoyed; she hadn't expected to feature in such an important battle.

YES! I won't let you down, Papa!

I know you won't Ferra, but you need to focus. I'll still pull you out at the first sign of trouble.

With that, the round began. This time, Nova called the first move;

"Water Pulse, Shellos!"

Sticking to the basics, to build Ferra's confidence, Milo called his team's go-to move;

"Quick Attack, get out of the way! Then Focus Blast!"

Milo's training had already paid dividends; Ferra's Focus Blast landed – a direct hit, almost before the Water Pulse ended. Nova tried to keep up her offensive;

"Turn, Shellos, and Mud Bomb! Keep firing!"

"Okay, Ferra, time to play patient. Just keep dodging for now."

It was a testament to her incredible mental discipline that Ferra obeyed unquestioningly as four, five, six, seven Mud Bombs flew past her. She had absolute faith in her Papa, when even Blaze might have shot a few questioning looks at Milo by now.

Just as Milo began to think he'd misjudged the Sea Slug Pokémon, he saw his opening. As the latest Mud Bomb flew straight at Ferra, he made a move that shocked the crowd;

"Stop dodging! Focus Blast that one!"

Ferra complied perfectly, once again. She'd said nothing, but she was inwardly glad that she had made it that long, her breath was getting short from the exertion of all that dodging. The young Riolu's Focus Blast cancelled the Mud Bomb with a fantastic explosion, and the Emanation Pokémon could guess at what her next instruction would be.

"Now jump in, Cross Chop through that smoke!"

"Watch out, Shellos! Mud Sla – no!"

Nova's idea had been the right one, but it was too little too late, as Ferra came barreling out of the smoke to land a perfect Cross Chop which dealt significant damage. Milo wasn't done yet;

"Crunch! Throw it!"

Ferra had been working incredibly hard to add to her move list, and the results were magnificent as she Crunched the Shellos perfectly and claimed another victory for Milo.

"Shellos is unable to battle, Riolu is the winner! Nova, your third Pokémon!"

"Geez", said Nova quietly, "even his baby Riolu is too fast to keep up with. Time to get desperate."

Milo could see doubt etched on his opponent's face as she stared uncertainly at her next Pokéball, and he guessed what was about to happen. The trickiest part of this battle so far was coming up.

"Alright, Buizel, I really need you! Time to battle!"

"Bui bui!" The Sea Weasel came out with a confident bark. This Buizel, Milo knew, was a loose cannon. It was easily Nova's strongest Pokémon, but its tendency to disobey her in battle made it her biggest liability as well. Still, it was strong enough to cause any of Milo's Pokémon problems even without taking orders from its Trainer.

"Alright", called Milo, "I'll go with Blaze! Come on, bud, let's get to work!"

Blaze emerged, ready for anything. He set himself carefully, knowing he had a significant disadvantage as a Fire type. He needed to be ready to dodge first and ask questions later.

"Buizel, Aqua Jet!"

"Get out of there, Blaze!"

Blaze moved his fastest, but this Buizel was a menace. It read Blaze's dodge, and of its own accord turned the Aqua Jet into an Aqua Tail that left Blaze reeling.

Ow! This thing is dangerous, Milo, warned Blaze.

You're right. We'll go for hit and run, try to keep it chasing shadows. You may have to tough this one out, take a few hits.

Blaze had been dodging Water Guns and Swifts on autopilot, but Milo switched it up;

"Now, Low Kick! Then Double Team cover and back off!"

Blaze dodged the next attack more closely, and swung a Low Kick to level his opponent as it flew by.

"Buizel, get up, come on!" Nova was still trying – mostly in vain – to keep a handle on Buizel's actions.

"Now, Water Gun!"

Buizel ignored her completely, and flew into another Aqua Jet attack, which Milo thought was actually a better play than the Water Gun that Nova had asked for. Blaze still had no answer for the speed of the Sea Weasel that rivaled his own, and he took this Aqua Jet head on. He was really showing the signs of the hits he'd taken.

I'm about to pull the plug here, Blaze. Think Azura can take him?

Not yet. Leave me in a bit longer, responded Blaze as he landed a quick Fire Punch, We don't have anyone else as fast as him. He's as quick as me and I'm the fastest we've got. At least let me wear him down before we switch.

Alright, confirmed Milo warily, but be careful.

He could see that Buizel was indeed being worn down. It was breathing heavily, and was covered in scuffs and scratches, courtesy of Blaze, who wasn't looking much better. Despite the type difference, it appeared that these two were evenly matched.

"Okay, Blaze", Milo called, taking a more firm handle on the battle at hand, "try this. Quick Attack into Brick Break."

Blaze again stopped his automatic dodging, streaking straight at Buizel almost too fast to see.

"Buizel, watch out! Dodge with Quick Attack!"

Buizel chose instead to fire a bold Water Gun straight at Blaze, playing right into Milo's plan.

"Now! Jump, Brick Break down!"

Blaze leapt acrobatically over the Water Gun and landed a menacing Brick Break that sent Buizel crashing into the wall. The whole crowd fell into a hush, waiting to see what had become of Nova's disobedient Water type. Blaze stood in the middle of the field. His usual swagger was gone; he was panting and glaring at the dust cloud that was his rival.

Suddenly a ripple went through the cloud, and in the blink of an eye, Buizel's Aqua Jet slammed into Blaze yet again. The Playful Pokémon slid across the field to stop in front of Milo. He tried to pull himself up again, but fell back down, unconscious. Milo's eyes narrowed. He never expected to lose Blaze, not even to this Buizel.

"Monferno is unable to battle, Buizel is the winner! Milo, call your next Pokémon!"

"Uh…good job, Buizel. I guess." Nova tried halfheartedly to compliment her wayward Pokémon, but still the Sea Weasel blew her off as if she wasn't even there.

Milo set himself, took a breath, and returned Blaze before making his next move;

"Alright. Now it's for real. You used your best, so now it's my turn. Azura, let's get to work!"

The shiny Umbreon stared coolly at Buizel, as Milo gave her silent instructions.

That thing matched Blaze for speed, it's tough. Still, he wore it down, one or two good hits and it's done, for sure. Stay on your toes and let's wrap this up quick.

Let's do it, Milo. You and I like always, no better team.

Milo felt his confidence coming back to him. He and Azura had more than enough up their sleeve to kick this thing to the curb. She was right; Blaze might be faster, but she was his best partner in battle, hands down.

"Alright, Buizel, please! Water Gun!"

It wasn't to be. Just as Milo suspected, Buizel again reverted to its favorite move and launched its fearsome Aqua Jet.

"Stand your ground. Dark Pulse."

Buizel hadn't expected such a jump in power level, and was blown back by Azura's signature move. Still, it stumbled to its feet, ready for more. This time, despite Nova's calls for Swift, Buizel chose Aqua Tail.

"Roll, Shadow Ball."

Azura rolled smoothly to her left, coming up with the Shadow Ball already formed. Buizel barely had time to register the fact that it had missed before the Ghost move knocked it out of the battle.

"Buizel is unable to battle, Umbreon is the winner! Nova, your final Pokémon!"

Nova huffed and said to herself, "Well. That was…something. At least I didn't get swept, but Buizel is getting worse, if anything. He hardly obeyed me at all. One thing at a time; go Roselia!"

Milo smirked; he knew he and Azura were thinking along similar lines. They'd just come from taking out a full-blown Roserade at the Eterna Gym, they could handle a Roselia.

"Stun Spore, Roselia!"

"Night", answered Milo easily.

The field was soon covered in Darkness, obscuring everything and causing quite a commotion amongst the crowd, not to mention safely dispersing the Stun Spore.

"Now Confusion", came the Jubilife Trainer's next order.

A cry came from Roselia somewhere within the blackness and Nova was temporarily at a loss.

"Hmm…oh! Roselia, Magical Leaf!"

"Azura, end Night! Quick Attack around!"

Milo needed a better visual to orchestrate his plan and escape the unerring Magical Leaf.

"Good", he encouraged as the dark cloud lifted and she kept ahead of the homing attack, "Now get behind. You know what to do. Pinch it with Dark Pulse."

Azura knew exactly what the plan was. She stopped her Quick Attack just as she got Roselia between herself and the Magical Leaf.

"Roselia, move! Quick!"

"No you don't! Confusion!"

As the psychic blast kept the Thorn Pokémon in place, Magical Leaf hit the Grass type instead of Azura, and her Dark Pulse hit from the other side, trapping the unfortunate Roselia between the two attacks. When the commotion subsided, Nova's final Pokémon collapsed onto the dirt.

"Roselia is unable to battle, Umbreon is the winner! The match goes to Milo of Jubilife!"

The crowd exploded, having held their breath in excitement for most of the battle. The cheering was audible across the whole city, and it took almost thirty seconds for the announcer to regain control enough to announce the next quarterfinal – Amaya's battle.

As Milo walked down the tunnel to give his team to the Nurse Joy on duty, Marcus jogged up to him.

"Bro, that was insane! Where in the world did you learn to battle like that?"

Milo laughed, nervous and embarrassed, "I just…I don't know, I just kind of do what makes sense, you know? I just trust my team and think of things."

"I have never, never seen that kind of connection before. Your whole team is unbelievable! I mean, nobody should be able to do that with an unevolved Eevee, a newborn Riolu, and a freshly caught Gible, and don't even get me started on your main two! That Monferno almost took down a Buizel that has earned national attention for its speed and strength!"

"Hey", called Jenks as he entered the room, "take a breath, Marcus. You sound like one of the drooling reporters I just left."

"Oh come on, Jenks! Did you not just watch what I watched?"

"I did, but you're going to give your little brother a panic attack, an inflated ego, or both if you keep yelling in his face about how good he is. I will say, though, Milo, I'm more impressed than I thought I would be. I assumed you had hit top gear when – it's Blaze? – when you had Blaze against Buizel. Then you pulled out Azura and took it to another level entirely."

The three of them spent a few minutes going over some of the finer points of the battle until Nurse Joy emerged with Milo's team, all healthy. They'd only been away for five minutes at most, but when they took their place in the stands, Amaya's battle was already halfway done. Coral had made short work of a Golbat and a Beautifly, and now Granite was working his way easily through a Meditite – so easily in fact, that the round was already…

Oh, that's Meditite down, thought Milo to himself about three seconds before the referee called for Amaya's opponent's last Pokémon. Out came a Marill, and Amaya promptly switch to Terrus for about thirty seconds, which was all it took for her Grass starter to run riot over its unfortunate opponent.

"Well, that was quick", commented Milo.

"You're telling me", answered Marcus with a sigh, "she's kind of scary to watch. Usually that kind of battle is bad for entertainment value, but she's got so much power that it's almost morbidly fascinating to watch her just do that to people."

"Trust me", Milo chuckled, "she wasn't even trying that hard there. When she really cares about it, it's much worse. It gets downright frightening. If she has to fight Damion Parr tomorrow, you'll see what I mean."

They found Amaya and congratulated her on her entry into the semifinals. Later that evening, seated in the lounge of Marcus' Gym, Jenks went over the rules for Day Two;

"So, the four Trainers left in the mix will be redrawn randomly to make the semifinals matchups. Those battles, as well as the final, will be a full battle, six on six – or in your case, just as many as you have."

"Cool", Milo voiced his thoughts aloud, "so it's us, Damion, and who else?"

"The fourth is an Ice-type specialist out of Snowpoint."

"Oh yeah, I remember now", said Amaya, "I wasn't impressed by him. He's par for the course at best, only got this far because the rest of his section of the bracket was weak."

Marcus chuckled, "That's a harsh assessment, but I suppose I can't really argue. Still, Amaya, you really aren't equipped to deal with Ice, with a Milotic, an Onix, a Shinx, and a Grotle. I wouldn't write him off that easy."

The Twinleaf Trainer shrugged nonchalantly. She had full confidence that she was more than strong enough to overpower any rookie Trainer, regardless of type discrepancies. Well, any rookie but Milo, of course. Jenks spoke up again,

"I almost forgot; you'll have to do a bit of media interaction before the battles get going. Milo, don't give me that face, my job is to manage your media image, not hide you from them forever. You have to start learning public image sometime."

"He's right, bro", Marcus backed up the experienced journo, "I know it's awkward and feels frustrating and stupid and whatever else, but you have to do it. People want to know you. If you want to set an example, people need to see enough of you to know what you're an example of. Understand?"

"Yeah, I guess", grumbled Milo.

"Don't worry", added Jenks, "I'll be in the room to help redirect the questions if you seem uncomfortable. I think – hang on let me check – uh, yeah, you're also signed on to help with commentary on Amaya's battle, unless you two are matched together in the semifinals. Don't worry, like I said, I'll be there and it won't be a huge deal."

Milo grudgingly accepted (Amaya, once again, had no problem doing media events), and soon enough the group broke up as Jenks and Amaya went to go get some sleep.

Marcus was about to head off as well, but he caught a subtle look from Milo that asked him to stay. He hung around until they were alone, and then Milo spoke up;

"I, uh, I'm really sorry Marcus, but I got found out. The Order got found out, and it's my fault…"

Instantly serious, Marcus demanded, "The Order? How? Milo, tell me exactly what happened."

Milo told his older brother everything that had transpired with Ark, Eterna's Aura Protector. It took a while, but he was thorough, and recounted every detail.

After he finished, Marcus breathed a sigh of relief and allowed himself a grin;

"Okay. This isn't a big deal, bro, but thanks for telling me. Ordinarily, you'd be right, but in this instance it's fine, for a few reasons. First, the Order has more eyes and ears than you can imagine, so leaks tend to get patched quickly and quietly. Second, I had already assumed Amaya would know eventually, this isn't the kind of thing you can totally hide forever. Finally, the Aura Guardians. I'll tell you this – Ark Monty, whom I've met, by the way, is in for a surprise when he tells the Guardians, because they already know."

"They what?" Milo could hardly believe it.

"Oh yeah. They know all about the Extraordinary Forces Trifecta. They help us from time to time. He was one of the few Guardians who didn't know. I can also fill you in on some of the history that Ark was missing in his story."

Milo leaned forward in his seat at that, "I'd love to hear more about the history of the Order!"

"I figured. Ark's suspicions are correct. The Order is the oldest organization of its kind in the world. We were formed a few centuries before the Guardians. Aura and Dark Aura were discovered at the same time, but Dark Aura was, well, darker and more mysterious, surprise-surprise. People mistrusted its power because they couldn't control it as easily, and they favored Aura. Those who did learn to use Dark Aura were shunned and outcast. Soon, these outcasts formed the Order of Shadows. At first we were thieves, vengeful and powerful, and out for payback against the towns and settlements that had thrown us out. Then came our first great leader."

"Our first great leader? How did they not show up until after we were established?"

"Well, we don't consider the early Shadow Masters to be worthy of the title. They led us into shameful burglary and sabotage, hurting people and Pokémon in a blind quest for revenge. But Shadow Master Ziron changed all that. He emerged about fifty years before the Aura users finally formed the first Guardians. He reformed the Order, demanding honor and complete secrecy. We became the protectors of balance, and consigned ourselves to the shadows. It became our rule never to accept glory or credit for anything we did or anyone we helped. It was – is – our way to make up for the many long years we spent in dishonor."

"Wow. That's…something else for sure. How come we exposed ourselves when we put down the corrupt Aura Guardians?"

"That's the only time we've done anything publicly since our inception. And even then, we did nothing but act. We didn't take credit, we accepted no payment or gifts, we completed our mission and melted away, making sure that the world forgot about us. It really makes you feel small, to be a part of something so big and so old, you know?"

"Yeah", answered Milo breathlessly, "it's still hard to believe I'm really a part of this. Like you said, it's really cool, though."

The brothers didn't talk much longer, as Milo's head was more than full, and they both had quite a bit to do in the morning.

-o-

Morning came all too quickly for some, and agonizingly slowly for others. Amaya emerged from her room groggy and grumpy, while Milo was already jittery with excitement. Soon Jenks emerged from yet another guest room, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Right, here's the plan. You've got one hour before the pre-match interviews, and the matchup draw will be after the interviews. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah", grumbled Amaya, "We got it. Can I get some coffee?"

They finished breakfast and got dressed before heading out to the stadium. Jenks led them down a few back streets to avoid getting preemptively cornered by media, for which Milo was grateful.

All too soon, it seemed, Milo found himself seated up on a small stage, with Amaya, Damion, and the Snowpoint Ice Trainer. Each of them had a microphone, and the rest of the room was packed with dozens of journalists. Milo made a point of picking Jenks out of the crowd, it made him feel better to have an ally in the story-hungry crowd. As soon as a tournament official opened up the floor for questions, a massive clamor arose until one journalist was handed the 'master microphone' and began the interview.

"This is for Milo and Amaya: you two are the most high-profile rookies of the year so far – what do you think about the added attention you get from taking the Gym Challenge?"

Amaya shot Milo a look and a nod, and he cleared his throat and began;

"Umm, I think that's one of the hardest parts for me. I'm kind of camera shy, so it's just…you know, it feels weird. I'm not doing this for attention; I'm doing it because it's the best way to prove that the way I train is working."

Amaya leaned forward and offered her two cents, "I don't mind the screen time. I want people to know me."

The pair sat back and there was another all-out scramble until the next reporter claimed the microphone.

"Another one for the both of you: what do you think might happen if you two have to battle in the semifinals? Would you rather get that over with, or save it for the final?"

A glint of competitive spirit flashed in Milo's eye as he answered first, "I'm happy to have a showdown against Amaya any time. Nobody else pushes me like she does. To answer your question, though, I'd love that to be the final…because I'm undefeated against Amaya, so history says I win the tournament if we're in the final together."

"Oh, bring it, Jubilife boy", came the immediate response from the other end of the table, "I've been catching up to you since we started, I can pretty much guarantee you we're even by now."

The reporters seemed to love the momentary sparks flying between the two friends. The rest of the interview was much the same. Damion got a bit of attention, but the boy from Snowpoint was all but forgotten as he sat in the middle of the whole scene. The vast majority of questions were directed at Milo, Amaya, or both.

Finally, it was time to end the interviews and see the semifinal matches. All the microphones were turned off and a screen behind the Trainers revealed one spot at a time…

Milo was going to fight the Snowpoint Trainer, and Amaya got the match both friends had been dying for. She got the honor of kicking Damion's butt on the big stage.

As it turned out, Milo's fight was barely worth watching. He barely had to get going before his opponent's team just fell over. The Snowpoint Trainer had three Snover, two Sneasel, and a Swinub. Milo used Blaze to roll the Snover and Sneasel, and he let Aurora handle the Swinub.

Well, he thought afterwards, if that wasn't the most anticlimactic semifinal ever…

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he made his way up to the media booth to help with the commentary on Amaya's match versus Damion. At least he'd made the final, beggars couldn't always be choosers. Jenks was waiting for him, and handed him a headset.

Before he put it on, Jenks gave him some last-minute advice on commentary;

"Remember, be as impartial as you can, but also be honest. No pressure, I'm right here helping you out, yeah?"

Milo nodded, and put on his headset as the match was just about to kick off.

"Hello, my name is Robert Jenks!"

He looked expectantly at Milo, who caught on perfectly, "And I'm Milo, a rookie Trainer out of the JPTA."

Jenks laughed warmly before continuing, "Aha! I think most of us know you by now, Milo. We're coming to you live from the Fantina Stadium here in Hearthome City for the second semifinal of the Hearthome Rookie Challenge! I think we can expect a fiery match here, folks. Milo?"

"Yeah, absolutely, Robert", the name sounded odd to Milo, who was already used to calling him Jenks, "we've got a real treat here. Amaya's been running riot across Sinnoh for a couple months now, and Damion's put in a strong showing here at the first leg of the Rookie Challenge as well. These two have history, power, pride, and pedigree."

Jenks gave him a silent thumbs up, before taking over narration, "You're spot on there, this is a showdown between two of Sinnoh's most storied Trainer schools; the Twinleaf goldmine versus the Veilstone machine. Looks like we're about to kick off…and we have the first Pokémon out! This battle is underway!"

"She's gone with Grotle first", noticed Milo, "probably to start strong without giving away too much. It looks like Damion's Geodude has evolved into Graveler, we'll see if he knows how to use it."

Amaya went straight for Grass Knot, the obvious move, and brought Damion's Pokémon crashing down. Growling, Damion barked;

"Graveler, Magnitude!"

Milo offered his thoughts on the opening exchanges, "This is classic Amaya. Do the most damage possible, even if you have to take a hit to give one."

"I agree", said Jenks, "it looks like Damion got quite lucky with a strong Magnitude there…oh, but he can't get away from that Giga Drain, so most of that damage is already wasted. Whoa, here comes Stone Edge!"

Amaya watched coolly as the Stone Edge flew towards Terrus. When it was time, she ordered a counterattack;

"Now, Terrus! Energy Ball, wreck that rock! Then Razor Leaf!"

The Energy Ball blew the incoming stones to smithereens, and from the ensuing dust cloud came a vicious Razor Leaf that took Graveler down for good.

"Wow!" Jenks voiced his enthusiasm, "That was an incredible display of both power and confidence! She had to know beyond a doubt that Grotle's Energy Ball had enough power to beat Stone Edge!"

"Trust me", answered Milo, "she didn't doubt that for a second. If I know Amaya, she'll change out her Grotle now. She's made that mistake before, she won't do it again."

"Looks like you're right, Milo. Damion's called on Staravia, and we are seeing a change from Amaya…it's a Shinx!"

Milo leaned forward, eyes narrowed, "This is interesting from Amaya. She's relying on type matchup here, and showing a lot of faith in her team and her own training. That Shinx is no pushover, but it's nowhere near the level of the rest of her Pokémon."

"Well, let's see how she handles this change in situation, then. Looks like she's leading with Spark…Oh, but Staravia beat her to the punch with Aerial Ace! Wait…no way! Shinx took the hit, but bounced right back and landed Thunder Fang!"

"She'll have to be careful", noticed Milo, "she's used to her Pokémon taking quite a beating and being fine, but Shinx is still more fragile. That Aerial Ace might have done more damage than she was counting on. Here's Staravia's Quick Attack…ah, there. Shinx dodged that very well."

"Was that a bit of your own style creeping in there, Milo?"

Milo chuckled, "I'll admit, some of my team have been helping her Shinx with speed and agility lately. Looks like it worked, she's landed a Spark! Staravia can't take too many more super effective hits, I'll bet."

Unfortunately for Leon, this Staravia was a vengeful bird. As Damion called for a Wing Attack, the evolved Starling Pokémon glared angrily at the small cat and put some extra muscle into its hit.

"Crunch!" called Amaya, but with only mild success.

The Crunch landed, and mitigated some of the damage, but Leon still went flying. As he pushed himself heroically off the ground, he hazily heard Amaya yell, "You got this, Leon! Return!"

He summoned his desire, his bond to Amaya, the depth of their kindred spirits and mutual pursuit of strength and poured it into the biggest blast his small body could muster. He was satisfied to see Staravia crumple and crash into the ground, unquestionably down, before his own knees buckled and he lost consciousness.

As the crowd roared in appreciation, Jenks jumped on the commentary, "That was really special! Both Pokémon there were perfectly in sync with their Trainers' emotions."

"Definitely", agreed Milo, "I think a draw was probably the deserved result there. I know Amaya won't be happy with herself, but like you said, that was a privilege to watch. Oh yeah, she's mad now, she's called out her Milotic!"

An excited buzz swept through the crowd, Coral had already won the attention and admiration of everyone who'd been following the tournament. Damion responded with his Prinplup, but Milo knew this was already over. Amaya had that…that look in her eyes that made even him shudder.

"Get ready", he said into the headset, "I think we're about to witness Amaya go all out like we haven't seen yet in this tournament. If I were you, Robert, I'd hold onto my seat. Playtime is over."

"Dragon Tail", said Amaya, in an eerily level voice.

Coral had long since picked up on the seriousness in her Trainer's – her best friend's – demeanor. Her Dragon Tail attack was swift and massive, and Prinplup flew an easy fifteen feet before he even hit the ground.

"Oh my goodness!", even Jenks was shocked, "That was unbelievable!"

He tried to continue, but the battle was still roiling down below, "Prinplup, get up! Get out of there, come on!"

Milo had never seen Damion Parr show genuine concern for his Pokémon, but the nervous tone of his voice was unmistakable – he was scared for Prinplup's sake now. He knew Coral's power was completely unmatchable.

"Keep at it", called Amaya, "Twister."

"I think this round's already over", said Milo, "she's not one to let up once she's found an advantage like this, especially not when she's mad."

True to form, Twister was followed by Ice Beam. Despite a couple feeble attempts at Metal Claw and Drill Peck, a second Ice Beam from Coral ended the round in a perfect win for Amaya, who was still glaring dangerously at her opponent.

"Oh my", Jenks tried to put himself together after the jaw-dropping display that had just played out before them, "That Milotic may just be the deciding factor in this battle, I really don't know what answer Damion could have for that kind of raw strength."

"She's not invincible", Milo's analytical mind was already picking apart Coral's performance, "She leaves gaps between her attacks because they're so large. If Damion gets over the intimidation factor, he could dodge and exploit that. She's easily drawn out when she gets frustrated. A patient and level-headed battler with enough speed and power can whittle her down."

"Well, let's see what Damion can come up with. He's called on his Machop, and opts for the Low Kick…but no, Amaya knocks him out cold! It's a one-hit KO from Milotic's Hydro Pump! Incredible! I've never seen this kind of power at a Rookie Challenge!"

The Twinleaf prodigy allowed herself a cruel smirk as Damion wordlessly returned his Superpower Pokémon. This was the kind of thing she'd dreamed of. Completely dominating her opponents on a national stage, showing the world just how strong she was. It was…intoxicating.

One Ice Beam later, Damion's Golbat (it seemed his Zubat had evolved) went the same way as the rest of his team, and that was that. A 5-1 victory. As they waited the customary half hour before the final, the crowd buzzed with subdued whispers, still in awe of Amaya's dominant performance.

If it were anybody else, that kind of showing might have won her the final before it even began, through pure intimidation. Milo, however, knew better than to fall for her shock and awe strategy. He knew his team as well as she knew hers, and he knew that his team could take her down.

Milo waited patiently, feeling again the sense of calm and focus that preceded a big match. Outside, he heard the crowd's energy swelling as the announcer went through the introductions. He took one last deep breath as he heard outside;

"…the moment you've all been waiting for! They're best of friends off the battlefield, but today they are rivals, the last two standing! The cream of the crop of this year's rookie class! Ladies and gentlemen, your finalists – Milo and Amaya!"

The screams seemed distant, almost worlds away. Any pressure he felt dissipated as Milo thought to himself;

This is just another battle with Amaya. My favorite opponent. Nobody pushes me as hard as she does. Let's win this.

His relentless brain had run through dozens of scenarios, and he'd carefully considered every option, analyzing furiously the pros and cons of every minute decision. They shared a wordless handshake in the center of the field before taking up their positions. Then they heard the long-awaited words;

"Let the battle…begin!"

"Leon, let's do this."

"Blaze, show them real speed! Let's get to work!"

He'd thought this would happen. After his defeat in the battle against Damion, Amaya would want to lead with Leon as a show of faith, and to try and throw a wrench in Milo's mind games. Drake would've been the most obvious counter, but using Blaze would make this a teaching moment for the young Shinx. Drake would obliterate him, but Blaze could do more – he could show him what he was lacking, how far he still had to go. Constructive, even helpful obliteration, if you will.

"Get going, bud! Double Team, Quick Attack!"

Demanding a full effort from Blaze so early on was risky, but if all went to plan he wouldn't have to run for long. He knew Leon wasn't equipped to deal with this.

"Spark, as fast and as many as you can!"

Leon's effort was valiant, but he was no match for his mentor, the Monferno who had trained him.

"Brick Break, Blaze Kick!"

Mentally, Milo instructed, Make it look good, but don't embarrass him. He's just not ready to battle at this level.

You got it.

All at once the dozen Monferno copies that had been dashing about incomprehensibly vanished and the real Blaze shot straight at Leon from behind. The Shinx stood no chance, and when Blaze's two moves were finished, he was down, just like that. Amaya returned him, scowling.

"That was rude", she said shortly.

"It's a battle, 'Maya", he responded in kind, "Call your next."

"Coral, teach them some manners. Let's do this."

"Blaze", Milo responded with a fierce smile, "let Azura take this."

As he returned the Playful Pokémon, the shiny Umbreon appeared in a flash, her neon blue stripes glowing. The crowd oohed; this was a battle of each Trainer's ace Pokémon. Amaya narrowed her eyes and grinned; this was a matchup they both relished.

"It's Twinleaf all over again, Milo!"

"Bet you it'll turn out the same, too", he bantered back, "Shadow Ball!"

"It's a cover, Coral! Blast through with Ice Beam and follow her around!"

Amaya was right, of course. Azura's Shadow Ball was nothing to be sniffed at, but in this case it was meant primarily as a distraction while the Moonlight Pokémon got busy disappearing. The Ice Beam follow-through was a new trick, but Azura had plenty of practice dodging a wildly swinging Blaze. She trusted Milo to find her a way out.

"Run towards Coral!"

It worked like a charm. Amaya saw what she thought was an opening and switched moves.

"Dragon Tail!"

As the Ice Beam finally ended, Milo sprung his trap; "Pursuit!"

Dragon Tail hit thin air as Azura vanished, only to slam into Coral's back.

"Night!"

Not one spectator was sitting down. Nobody had ever seen a battle this technical, at such a blistering pace, in a Rookie Challenge of all places. These two were something special; that much was clear. Down on the field, a black cloud descended, obscuring the whole battle.

"Stay cool, girl", Amaya encouraged her Milotic, "we've seen this. Water Pulse, on your left!"

Calling a direction was a risk, Amaya knew that, but it was the most wide open space that wasn't directly in front of Coral – call it an educated guess. She heard a surprised yelp from within the cloud and pumped her fist in momentary triumph. She knew Milo pretty well after all.

"Alright, you're still good, Azura. Hang in there! Dark Pulse, all you've got!"

The cloud lifted to reveal Azura, now standing right in front of Amaya's Tender Pokémon, her move already charged.

"Ice Beam, Coral!"

The idea was good, but Coral couldn't get it off in time. She was blasted backwards by one of the best Dark Pulse attacks Azura could remember producing. Still, she wasn't done yet. Amaya's first Pokémon growled quietly as her constant adversary looked on. Milo didn't order a follow-up, so Amaya went back on the offensive;

"Hydro Pump!"

"Confusion!"

The goal was to use the psychic attack to hit Coral with her own Hydro Pump, but the Water attack was too powerful, and Confusion wasn't strong enough. Azura barely managed to redirect it, and Amaya was already trying again.

"Now Twister!"

"Back off, Azura, fast!"

Not a moment too soon did Azura use Quick Attack to hasten her retreat, coming all the way back to stand in front of Milo as Coral's Twister rampaged across the middle of the field.

"Time for some sharpshooting. Give me a few Shadow Balls, try and find her through that mess."

Amaya gasped in shock as one, two, three Shadow Balls in quick succession came flying straight through the Twister, catching her Milotic completely unawares. After a brilliant display, Coral at last fell over and slipped into unconsciousness. Milo was up by two.

Amaya did some quick thinking of her own as she considered who to choose next. Milo didn't like to keep his Pokémon out when they were tired, so she was presumably safe from Azura for at least a couple rounds, and Blaze too, if she was lucky. Maybe…

"Okay, come on, we're not out yet. Granite, let's do this."

Hopefully, she thought to herself, Granite can at least work through a couple of his smaller Pokémon. Then it'll be me and Terrus versus whoever's left…and Blaze and Azura.

It was a makeshift plan, but then again, she'd never had Milo's affinity for elaborate planning on the spot.

Luckily, she'd guessed right, as Milo made another change.

"Take a rest, Azura. That was great. Drake, you're in. Let's get to work!"

Shoot. Amaya was rather hoping for one of the younger two members of Milo's team. Drake was probably the only one who wouldn't be intimidated in the slightest at facing down a massive, powerful Onix. On second thought, that was probably Milo's purpose in calling him.

Milo, in fact, had a plan of his own;

Okay, Drake. I need you to do your best against Granite and buy us time, so Blaze and Azura are fresh and we have everyone on hand for Terrus. Can you handle that?

Yes, answered the Gible with confidence, Don't be afraid to leave me in. If losing buys us enough time, I'll gladly go down so the team gets a win.

As Milo paused in awe of Drake's awareness and maturity, Amaya kicked off the round;

"Rock Polish! Then Iron Tail!"

Amaya was going to do her best to up Granite's speed as much as possible to combat Milo's team game plan. For her desperate strategy to have even half a chance, she had to take down this little dragon quickly and efficiently.

"Jump, Drake!"

Drake leapt over Granite's metal tail with surprising elegance, and before he landed, Milo yelled, "Come down with Dig!"

Drake burrowed quickly underground, but Amaya was ready for this;

"Use Slam on the ground! Force him up top!"

Granite threw his monstrous self onto the ground, which shivered at the impact. Milo knew Drake wouldn't be able to remain underground, so he decided to go with the flow, and called the next move as Drake burst from the earth near the middle of the field,

"Use that momentum! Dragon Claw!"

Drake's remarkable battling instincts were breathtaking to Milo. He'd had Drake for no more than a couple days, but the Land Shark understood exactly what he needed, as if they'd been fighting together for months. He let the momentum of his jump carry him in a perfect arc, landing a respectable Dragon Claw to Granite's midsection. The Onix didn't show any sign of feeling hurt by it, but Milo knew it had to have done something, at least.

"Rock Tomb, before it lands!"

Drake couldn't escape this one, and was smashed by several large stones that caved him in.

That tickled a bit, came the small dragon's voice in Milo's head, but I'm still good to go.

"Drake, down!"

Amaya was too wrapped up in the moment to see the obvious and screamed, "Iron Tail! Bust that thing out the hard way, Granite!"

Had Drake still been where she thought he was, he'd be knocked out for certain, but the savage Iron Tail destroyed the Rock Tomb only to reveal another small hole. Drake had used Dig and was safely underground once more. To avoid another counterattack, Milo called his next move early;

"Up now, and Iron Tail!"

Drake emerged behind Granite, and sprinted as hard as he could towards the Rock Snake, whacking him with an Iron Tail. Again, the damage wasn't much, but Drake's clever intuition served him well. He'd hit Granite just above the point where his body left the ground, and disrupted his balance. The huge Onix teetered slightly, and Milo caught on just in time to press the attack;

"Perfect, Drake! Now dragon Claw up top!"

A well-placed Dragon Claw brought Granite tumbling down with a roar. Still, it took more than three small hits and a face plant to bring him down, and he came up as angry as Milo had ever seen him.

"Rock Throw!" Amaya screamed. She was angry now, as she had been during her battle with Damion. She would not lose her Onix to a Gible. She refused to lose this. Granite felt her rage and made it his own. The towering Pokémon brought a huge boulder crashing down on Milo's dragon runt. It was too small to dodge, Rock Throw was a direct hit.

Whew, okay, that one really stung, Milo was relieved to hear Drake's voice, however pained he sounded, I'm underground again. Leave me in, Milo. He'll win, but I can get another couple hits in first.

Taking a breath to settle himself, Milo called for the third time, "Drake, up! Tackle, Slash, then get out!"

Furious at Drake's latest escape, Amaya yelled at her battler, "Come on, Granite! Iron Tail him into the ground permanently!"

Drake landed the Dig attack, and did his best to dodge the Iron Tail, but Granite was too big and too pissed off, not to mention the speed boost from Rock Polish. Drake got smashed full force by the Iron Tail. Milo heard him once more in his mind before the wily Gible fainted;

I want a…rematch…once I'm Garchomp…

One down, thought Amaya, four to go. Let's see what we can do.

Milo smirked as he recalled Drake. He had hoped for a clean sweep, but he took a deep breath and reminded himself that it took a level head to control a battle. His brain flashed its way through several potential plans in the space of a split second before he decided that it was time to show the same faith in his team that Amaya had shown in Leon.

"Ferra, you're up. Let's get to work."

Perfect, thought Amaya, Granite can take her down. That'll be two down, three to go. No time to waste.

"Get after her, Granite! Rock Throw!"

"Stay focused, Ferra, I need you at your absolute best. Get moving, fast!"

Ferra used her Quick Attack and dodged the incoming boulder with ease.

"Again, Granite! She can't dodge forever!"

"Keep using Quick Attack, Ferra, stay sharp!"

Mentally, Milo added, Dodge back and forth, try and zig-zag closer to him.

After four Rock Throws, Milo judged Ferra to be close enough, and made his move;

"Force Palm, right above his contact point!"

The plan worked to perfection. The super effective move did extra damage to the already weakened spot that Drake had targeted. Granite came crashing down once more. Unfortunately, Ferra's remarkable resolve in the face of battle failed her when a massive Onix came falling down on top of her. She was immobilized by the panic of the moment. When the dust cleared, both Pokémon were unconscious.

"Ferra! No!" Milo almost sprinted out onto the field, but caught himself, and took a shuddering breath. He was almost there; he just had to take down Terrus. No more games. He exhaled and recalled his Riolu, whispering, "I'm so proud of you, Ferra. So proud."

"Terrus, let's do this."

Amaya's face was a mask once more. She was one Pokémon away from losing the biggest match of her career, and the adrenaline sharpened her laser focus to new heights. She was hoping beyond hope for Aurora, or even a tired Azura, to give her half a chance, but to no avail;

"Blaze, you're in, pal. Let's get to work! Bring it home for the whole team!"

A curt nod was exchanged by the two starters. Old rivals, duking it out once more, this time with an audience.

"We need this, Terrus! Energy Ball machine gun!"

This was an entirely new tactic. Terrus' strength and connection to Amaya were on display as he opened his jaw and produced an almost constant stream of Energy Ball attacks. Blaze was used to dodging, and did so instinctively, but neither he nor Milo had ever come up against an onslaught like this one.

"Blaze, try and-"

Milo was already too late, as Blaze disappeared in the flurry of Grass attacks that caught and bombarded him.

Too late to dodge, we need a brute force escape plan…that'll do!

"Blaze, fight through this! Flame Wheel!"

With a cry of determination, Blaze tucked into the familiar move, and rolled straight through the stream of Energy Balls, which burned like crumpled paper in the heat of his fire. He slammed into Terrus as hard as he could, and both were already breathing heavily. Blaze had taken only Grass hits, but even so, any hit from a Pokémon as strong as Terrus was going to sting, and the brave Monferno had taken at least five of them.

Okay, new plan, said Milo to his Pokémon, bait the Grass Knot and counter as hard as possible.

Blaze nodded curtly, not taking his eyes off his adversary, and Milo called, "Mach Punch, then back off!"

The hit-and-run worked, and seemed to frustrate the Grotle, who likely felt he'd taken a cheap shot.

"Razor Leaf, Terrus!"

For Milo, the world seemed to move in slow motion. He could all but feel Amaya's brain thinking the very thing that would gift him the victory.

"Blaze, Quick Attack dodge", he said, fully aware that Blaze would've done it without him. He needed Amaya to hear it. Come on, he begged her silently, I know you're thinking it…Just call it…

Something inside him told him it was coming, before Amaya even opened her mouth. It was some unconscious trigger in the way her face changed, the way she shifted her weight, something. As she yelled, he was already halfway through turning the tables on her;

"Terrus, stop him running away! Grass Knot!"

"NOW! Jump and Blaze Kick!"

He watched in triumphant expectation, and saw Amaya's face fall as Grass Knot swung savagely mere inches below Blaze's jump. Just as the Playful Pokémon hit the apex of his leap, he ignited his foot and came crashing down with unerring aim onto Terrus' back, before pushing off to flip acrobatically back to a safe distance. Terrus gritted his teeth and pulled his legs painstakingly underneath himself. Blaze was visibly drained, physically and mentally, but struck a ready pose. Just as Terrus managed to stand himself upright, he gave a roar and summoned one last almighty Return attack that took Blaze by surprise, before falling over.

When the dust settled, both combatants were down. The last round had been a draw, and Milo won the match on reserve Pokémon. It seemed a fitting end to the most spectacular match of the tournament.

After a moment's hush, the crowd erupted in raucous cheering. Milo could hardly hear Amaya, who had crossed the field to shake his hand;

"Congrats again, Milo. I got a lot closer that time, but you're still one step ahead."

"You're definitely catching up", Milo replied graciously, "that was the best battle I've ever had. Let's do it again sometime, huh?"

Amaya's eyes flashed and a wicked grin came over her face as she answered with conviction, "I'll meet you in the League final. You better be there."

"You're on", grinned the Jubilife Trainer, "I suppose we ought to wave to the people or something?"

"Or something", agreed Amaya, and they both waved briefly to the screaming battle fans of Hearthome before leaving the arena. The second they were out of sight, they looked at each other and cracked up laughing like maniacs;

"AH! That was insane", Amaya was ecstatic, "I can't believe we just did that! That was the coolest thing ever!"

"I know, right? Holy crap, the adrenaline! Wow…"

Milo grabbed his friend and travelling companion in a tight embrace as their euphoric, adrenaline-spurred laughter gradually subsided. They pulled away, and Amaya said with a smile,

"For the record…I'm glad I tagged along with you, Milo."

He was about to respond in kind when footsteps came clattering down the corridor; it was Jenks, with a smile on his bright face;

"You two are unstoppable! That was the best battle I've ever seen at a Rookie Challenge ever, hands down! Everyone in the battle world will have heard your names and seen that battle in the next few days, I guarantee it!"

"I guess you got some real talent, bro", came Marcus' voice as he stepped forward.

"WHA!" Amaya jumped about two feet off the ground, "When the hell did you get there? Oh my gosh, you can't just do that!"

Marcus chuckled and said, "Eh, as the Dark type Gym Leader, I'm good with shadows. Comes with the territory, I suppose."

Jenks soon shepherded the two rookies into a news room where they answered a series of questions, most of which boiled down to 'How the heck did that just happen'. Milo soon grew numb, and felt like he was just giving rapid fire answers;

"No, we're not dating."

"Yes, I'd like to complete my team. No, I don't have any particular Pokémon in mind."

"We've been travelling together since we met in Twinleaf."

"I won because of my team, they are the real stars here."

After a solid 45 minutes of loud reporters asking repetitive questions and hanging on their every word, the two Trainers at last got to return to Marcus' Gym for some peace and quiet. Milo and Amaya, their Pokémon now healed, retreated to their rooms to go back over the battle with a fine-toothed comb.

Papa, began Ferra, I'm sorry. I panicked and…I couldn't even get out of the way.

No, Ferra, listen to me, Milo picked her up and looked her in the eye, I'm incredibly proud of you, you held it together under all those Rock Throws. You brought down Granite!

Don't feel bad about not dodging, kid, added Drake kindly, he got me the same way with an Iron Tail. We're in the same boat, it took both of us to get through him.

That's right, Blaze jumped in, and I couldn't have beat Terrus if you guys hadn't downed Granite without me.

Let's not forget how we got this far in the first place, Milo added, with a smile and a wink at his adorable Eevee, Aurora, you were such a big help in all the battles we won to reach the final!

The young Trainer glanced at Blaze and Azura, both of whom silently nodded. They knew how much he valued their help, they needed no further encouragement. The team was up late rehashing bits and pieces of the tournament, and Milo let Aurora wear his winner's medal, which sent her over the moon.

Finally, they went to sleep, contented and exhausted.

-o-

Their stay in Hearthome had taken longer than expected, so Milo and Amaya left the Gym bright and early the next morning, heading East on the road to Solaceon Town. They kept their heads down on the city sidewalks, but were still stopped a handful of times by bright-eyed fans who had seen their battles. The pair of them signed about a dozen autographs and took at least that many pictures before they finally got out of Hearthome.

Fortunately, nothing much happened as the group traveled, at least not until lunch. It was hilariously rare for them to get that far without something happening, for better or worse. Unfortunately, when something finally happened, this time it was firmly in the 'worse' category. No sooner had Milo set out their picnic lunch and released his team to chow down when a sticky web flew out of the trees behind them, grabbing Ferra. A psychic blast left Milo dazed as the rest of his team scrambled to respond. He shook off the momentary distraction and yelled,

"EVERYONE GO!"

Every one of Milo's Pokémon, as well as Amaya and her team, sprinted off in pursuit of the Ariados and Espeon that had just taken off into the trees, with Ferra in tow, screaming and struggling as best she could. Milo had been the first to react, and only Blaze was fast enough to catch up to him at full tilt, so when they finally burst into a small clearing, a psychic shield sprang to life that entrapped Milo and his trusty starter while the others were thrown back upon colliding with it.

Keeping both eyes on the two kidnappers, Milo called to his friends outside,

"Blast this shield, hit it with everything you've got!"

He immediately heard attacks, large and small, banging off of it, and the Espeon in the bubble began growling with the exertion of repelling them.

An eerie, musical chuckle came from the bushes in front of Milo, and a woman stepped out, followed by another off to his right. The two women wore black outfits with unmistakable pink and purple highlights on them. It was the poachers from the Oreburgh incident.

"Annie and Oakley", said Milo, his voice low and dangerous, "from Team Rocket."

"Oh how cute, Oakley, he remembers us", smiled Annie, her voice a sickly sweet tone that mocked Milo with every word.

"Perfect, Annie", chimed in Oakley, "now he can remember how Team Rocket deals with upstart Trainers who steal from us."

"Ferra is mine, you murderers. Give her back right now or I'll beat you down myself."

"Beat us down? Oakley, can you believe the nerve of this rascal? Four on two, and he'd dare attack us?"

"Blaze", said Milo, ignoring the two Rockets' provocations, "we are not losing her. I'll knock off this Espeon, you burn that bug into the dirt. Teach them a lesson they'll remember. Nobody messes with our team."

"FERNOOO!"

Blaze roared aloud as he flung himself bodily at the Ariados, who dropped Ferra in a panicked attempt to defend itself. The young Riolu scrambled away as Milo formed a Dark Aura Sphere in each hand and began shooting Dark attacks at the Sunlight Pokémon with savage ferocity.

Somehow the psychic Eeveelution was maintaining the bubble shield that kept the rest of Milo's allies at bay, but his onslaught left it no time to even consider a counterattack. Blaze made short work of the Ariados and was bearing down on Annie and Oakley, keeping them in check while Milo pummeled their last remaining Pokémon. Espeon found itself unable to hit Milo with any kind of psychic power blast and after something like thirty seconds it crashed to the ground unconscious.

With the battle already over, Milo joined Blaze, menacing the shocked Rockets;

"You have ten seconds to get the hell away from my Pokémon. If I ever see you again you'll wish I was this nice. Get going."

The pair instantly returned their fallen Pokémon and turned tail, but not before Oakley called over her shoulder;

"We are Team Rocket, you hear me? You'll never be safe from us!"

Letting his adrenaline fade, Milo patted Blaze appreciatively on the back and as the rest of the group joined them, the Jubilife Trainer quickly found Ferra taking shelter in a bush, and lifted her into a firm embrace.

Papa, he heard her say, in a small voice, I was so scared. But I knew you'd never let them get me.

Not in a million years. I'm always here for you, Ferra.

Just then a flash illuminated the whole area and a crackle of thunder followed close behind.

"Milo", Amaya began curtly, "hate to interrupt, but how about we find shelter and then recoup from this whole thing? Our stuff is still sitting out back there."

"Yeah", said Milo, taking several breaths to get his head on straight, "yeah, let's get the stuff together and find some way to keep dry before the rain comes."

They were quite an efficient group, and had their belongings all packed within five minutes. The Trainers returned their Pokémon and took off as fast as reasonably possible down the path. It started to drizzle, and they sped up as much as they dared, breaking into a run as an unmarked tower came into view.

A full-on downpour began just seconds before they safely reached the entrance of the tower, and they were rather soaked by the time they arrived, breathless from their little sprint.

Milo moved inside a ways, and released his team. Amaya followed suit after a few more seconds recovering her breath.

"Lucky this place was just here for us", she commented, "Wonder what it is?"

As Azura came out, she stood completely still, staring intently at the inside of the tower.

Milo…this is a grave site.

Milo started and took another look deeper into the tower. There were rows upon rows of graves staring starkly back at him.

"I've…heard of this place, I think", the young man whispered, "This is the Lost Tower. This is where the spirits of deceased Pokémon rest before they move on."

Both Ferra and Azura stepped forward as if drawn into the silent tower. Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized in front of Ferra.

"My daughter", it said, "How my spirit has longed to commune with you."

"That's…That's Fenrir…" Milo could hardly believe his own words. Ferra fell to her knees and tears swelled in her eyes.

Daddy? Daddy! I…I miss you so much! I'm trying so hard to make you proud!

"I have watched all that you have done. I am unspeakably proud of all you have accomplished. I know your legacy will be great and honorable. Seeing you here…I feel fulfilled. Yes – I am ready now."

Ready for what? Daddy, what – where are you going?

Milo remained silent, knowing it was not his place to say anything.

"I am going on now. I am so proud of the young Riolu you have become. I know you will be a fearsome and magnificent Lucario someday."

Now the hazy figure of Ferra's father turned to Milo and addressed the Trainer directly;

"Words cannot express how grateful I am to you, Milo. I know you will keep her safe."

"I would give anything to protect her. Your legacy will survive through her."

"I would have it no other way. Ferra, my perfect daughter, I love you. This is goodbye. Always remember my love, and know that I am infinitely proud of you."

DADDY! DON'T GO! NOOOO!

Ferra screamed mentally and out loud as the ghost of her father began to fade, a peaceful smile on his strong face as he relinquished his final hold on the world.

Milo knelt down beside his youngest team member, wordlessly consoling her. He knew there was nothing he could say. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Azura take a step forward, her eyes scanning the space in front of them desperately, longingly…

Nothing happened. She was hoping beyond hope, Milo knew, that perhaps her parents' spirits would also appear, and as the seconds ticked by, her face fell from hopeful, to anxious, to an expression of despair. They weren't coming.

Azura, he began, they may be –

Don't, her voice sounded dead, Don't say it, Milo. They aren't here because they've already gone on. They…they didn't wait for me.

Even Amaya didn't break the sorrowful silence that enveloped them all. Minutes slipped by and turned to hours. After a while, Amaya did say something;

"The…rain has stopped", her voice was low and respectful, "Should we head to Solaceon?"

"Yeah", answered Milo, somberly.

The group walked the rest of the way in complete silence, each lost in their own thoughts. It was Ferra who addressed her Trainer as they checked into a room at the Solaceon Pokémon Center;

Papa…even my daddy trusted you. I'm sad he left, but I'm glad we made him proud. I'll never stop getting stronger; I'll make sure he's always proud of me. Of us.

Having no response, Milo smiled encouragingly and watched as the Riolu dried her eyes, gave her Trainer one last sad grin, and settled in for the night. The others dropped off to sleep one by one, until only Milo and Azura were left awake. He sat next to her as she stared out the window, giving her all the time she needed.

Can…we take a walk?

Sure, Azura. Let's go quietly, we don't want to wake the others.

The two friends slipped easily out into the still nighttime of Solaceon. Neither said anything as they made their way out to a dark hillside, where Azura sat and gazed softly at the pale moon for which her species was named. Milo sat patiently next to her, letting her talk first. After ten minutes, she did so;

I just…really thought they'd be there. I really thought they would wait.

I'm sorry, Azura. I really am. I can't imagine how that would feel. But just because you can't see them doesn't mean they can't see you. Somewhere out there, they're still looking down and smiling at you, I'll bet.

I…I like that thought. Thank you, Milo. For everything.

Everything?

Since we started this journey, you've been the best partner, friend, and Trainer I could've ever asked for. Your love, care, and devotion holds this team together. Without you, Ferra and I would just be orphans, Aurora would never make it in the wild, and Blaze and Drake would just be misfits. I understand what Ferra said earlier: I'm sad – depressed, even – that I couldn't talk to my parents today, but I know you'll always, always be there for me. For all of us.

Milo was openly crying now, and Azura was staring deeply into his eyes, speaking with utmost sincerity.

I..I just do what I think is best for all of you…

Azura climbed into his lap and curled herself firmly against his body as she reaffirmed him;

This team is destined for greatness because you go farther than anyone else for your Pokémon. We love you more than you can imagine. Thank you so much, Milo. For everything.

Author's Notes: Whew, it's finally done! This took forever, and I apologize, but I hope there's enough quality stuff here to make up for that. Please, oh please tell me what you think about any and every part of this! I'd love to hear your thoughts, favorite parts, and (constructive) criticisms in a review!

Did you like the battle tournament? I tried to vary the styles a bit to keep it interesting. I rather enjoyed the last couple scenes as well, they were satisfyingly meaningful. If you enjoyed it, remember to follow/favorite so you can keep up to date! By the way, I don't own Pokémon, just my characters.