Here's that second chapter I promised people so hopefully you enjoy.

"How is she?" Seeca asked, sitting down and dividing the pile of fruit she'd managed to gather from somewhere. Arion sighed, nudging one with his finger.

"Still unconscious," he answered. He looked around the small cave they'd managed to locate. Screech and Jet were curled together outside, protective over the four trainers. Lyre was lying outside, curled into Jet's side and in a fitful sleep. His time flute lie beside him. Arion wasn't sure quite how long the boy had payed it once they'd settled down.

"Try and get some sleep," Seeca said, "depriving yourself isn't going to help anyone." He nodded absently and watched her walk off to another part of the cave to lie down. Arion sighed again and buried his head in his lap. Rebecca had been unconscious ever since she fell from Yveltal's back and showed no sign of waking. Her pulse was weak, her breathing barely noticeable. Yet if he looked close enough he could see her eyes flickering rapidly behind her eyelids. He stood and went to check on her again.

"You're always trouble," he muttered as he plopped down beside her. Dawn looked up from her spot where she'd been playing Rebecca's personal hot water bottle and mewled sadly. He patted the Espeon's head, looking to Luna. This scene reminded him eerily of when he's first found her. Lifeless and broken while Luna lay beside her in a depression. He sighed and rested his chin on his palm, watching the slow but ever present rise and fall of Rebecca's chest. "What the hell's keeping you under?"

"You worry for your team." Arion jerked back, looking around wildly. He recognized the voice almost immediately. "You cannot see me. Now is not the time." He relaxed and settled back in, focusing his gaze on Rebecca once more.

"What do you want?" He asked softly, "You won't tell me who you are or why you somehow seem able to get into my head whenever you please."

"Not whenever I please," the voice said, "Only when you are asleep. Or in emotional distress as you are now." Arion remained silent. He didn't want to deal with whoever or whatever was screwing around inside his head. For once he wanted peace. "You're certainly quiet this time. I know Yveltal was a failure. I can see it through the eyes of Jirachi and Celebi. If this is what has you so down-"

"It isn't," he said firmly, cutting the voice off, "Look, whatever you are, you don't understand what I'm feeling and quite frankly I don't intend for you to. Now leave me alone."

"But...you were chosen for this," the voice said softly, "You were the one chosen to keep this team together and stop that madman. You-"

"I didn't ask for this!" Arion snapped, quieting when he heard Lyre shift in his sleep. "I didn't want this to be my life." He groaned and dropped his head into his lap. "Why me? Why the hell would I be chosen for this crap. I get Rebecca because she's the creep's sister. I get Lyre because he's connected to Celebi and wants to save his friend. I even understand Seeca. Her fucking village was burnt to the ground. But why me? I never had any contact with Tryus before I found Rebecca. If I had chose not to follow Luna then-"

"But you did follow her," the voice interrupted, "You were chosen not because of the effect Tryus has had on you, but on the effect he's had on those around you. You care for others and because of that you are the one to remain level-headed even when emotion clouds the judgment of the others. You keep Rebecca from breaking every law imaginable. You keep Lyre from getting too confrontational and distraught. You hold this group together."

"Shut up," Arion said, "I'm tired. Just leave me alone. I'm done with this shit. Let them deal with him by themselves. I have no part in this. Go talk to one of them." There was a few moments of blissful silence in which he hoped he'd been listened to. The next thing the voice said, however, sent chills down his spine.

"Then do you not care that Rebecca paid a price for nothing?" He looked up, watching Rebecca with wide, worried eyes.

"What do you mean?" he choked out, "what price?"

"The Law of Death," the voice said, "In order to calm Yveltal's rage Rebecca was forced to make a connection with him that would have lead to her death had she been anyone else."

"What price," Arion repeated. He was ignored.

"Anyone who was more...innocent...would have been killed to pay such a price. She instead paid the one thing she cares for more than anything."

"Damn it!" Arion snarled, frustrated tears pricking at his eyes. He grit his teeth in annoyance. "What was the price she paid!" There was silence in which all Arion could hear was the blood pounding in his ears. He swallowed thickly, his heart pounding painfully against his ribs.

"One things Rebecca values more than even her own life is her ability to suppress her memories," the voice said quietly, "she managed to keep most things locked away in her mind, never to be revisited unless she had too. It is what allows her to wish harm to her brother without being overwhelmed. Now, she is unable to hold that wall anymore. She's recalling every memory she's desperately tried to forget. Right now her mind is trying to process it all."

"That's why she's asleep." There was an acknowledging hum and Arion studied Rebecca's face again. Her flickering eyelids and odd breathing made a weird sort of sense now. She was experecing every nightmare she'd experienced at once. He hissed when he noticed a wet tear trying to slide free from her lids.

"She's a strong girl," the voice said softly, "but even she has moments where it's too much. She wasn't always this closed off and cold."

"What can I do?" he choked out. He hated it, seeing someone struggling like this. It reminded him of when his sister had nightmares when she was younger.

"Connect with her," the voice replied, "calm her as you would for your sister." Arion bit his lip, all too aware of what he'd do for his sister. He sighed, feeling ridiculous, and bent to gently press his lips to her forehead in a gentle manner. He never expected for his sight to leave him and for his mind to be forced into another vision like before. This one, however, left more of a mark than ever before.

"Tryus?" A little Rebecca, only six years old, walked down the darkened hallways of her family home. She yawned softly, peering into her brother's room. A dark shape lay on the bed and she walked over to it. She nudged her brother's side, kneeling on the side of the bed.

"What?" Tryus, only ten, grumbled, "It's late. Go back to sleep."

"I heard something," came the reply. Bleary red eyes looked at the younger before Tryus yawned and rolled back over.

"Go tell mom then," he said. She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Fine," she said, hopping off the bed and trotting back out into the hallway. She went to their parents' room and opened the door just enough to squeeze through. The room was nearly pitch black, the illumination from the moon enough to show her where the bed was. She trotted over and climbed up, nudging her mother. "Mom?" No reply. She nudged her harder. "Mommy."

The silence was odd but she simply turned and nudged her father. He didn't respond either. After one more attempt to wake her parents she frowned and left, walking back to her brother's room. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light. Tryus grumbled, pulling the covers up over his head and mumbling. She walked over and climbed up beside him, shoving at him.

"Go away Rebecca," he groaned, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Mom and Dad won't wake up," she said simply. There a few moments of silence before Tryus sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"What do you mean they won't wake up?" he asked, trying to clear his vision. She shrugged, waiting for him to come to awareness. He finally looked at her and froze. "Rebecca," he said, "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt," she said, "Why?" Tryus was out of the bed before he could even finish and out the door, calling out for their parents. She cocked her head and got up.

She took a trip into the bathroom, clambering up onto the counter to look into the mirror. Wondering why her brother thought she'd been hurt she surveyed herself. Red was smeared across her cheek and hands, more splattered on her pajama top. She looked at her hands for a moment, confused, and scrambled off of the counter. She exited the bathroom and went to her parents bedroom again. The light was now on and she could hear muffled cries from inside. She pushed open the door, seeing her brother sitting in the corner with his knees drawn tight to his chest. "Tryus?"

"Rebecca." He was up in an instant, grabbing her tightly. He was crying, holding onto her as if she would disappear if he let go. She looked past him at their parents. With the lights on she could see the red mess drenching the blankets wrapped around her parents. "Thank god you're okay at least."

"Tryus?" Rebecca said softly, "Why won't mommy and daddy wake up?" Her brother pulled back and took her hand, wiping his face with the other.

"They can't wake up anymore," he said gently, "Now come on. We need to get to the neighbors like mom said should something happen." Rebecca nodded and allowed her brother to pull her from the room, glancing over her shoulder once more at her parents who would she would never see again.

Arion pulled back with a gasp, nearly smashing his head off of the floor as he found himself suddenly back in reality. Rebecca was still sleeping soundly, eyes still flickering behind their lids. For a moment he flashed back to the six year old Rebecca covered in he blood of her parents before he shook his head.

"Do you understand now?" He nodded, unable to speak. He knew her parents had been killed, but for her to be the one to find them like that. He shook his head harder, hoping her could knock those visions from his mind. "This is what she suffers due to her sacrifice. Can you truly just walk away now?" He shook his head, speechless. "There's a reason I was able to show this to you, and there's a reason why I come to you. You told me to talk to someone else but the fact is that I cannot. Not now at least."

"Why did you come this time," Arion said, "normally you have the next legendary."

"I do have that," the voice said, "but know that Rebecca cannot go with you. She will not wake for a while and Tryus is getting ready to strike already."

"But-"

"She had left you behind when she knew it was necessary. Don't worry about her. I will ensure this place is safe from harm. She will wake by the time you return. However, it is your decision. I cannot make you do anything." Arion bit his lip, thinking.

"All right," he said eventually, "Where is Tryus headed?"

"Much like the Temporal River, your next target is somewhere where an average person cannot find it."

"How are we supposed to find it then?"

"You friend can sense darkness," the voice told him, "Go to Urinius City and your friend should be able to find the entrance to The Shadow Core."

"Alright," Arion said, standing, "Now leave me alone. I have some research to do."

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with this," the voice mused, taunting him, "because you have no reason to be a part of his."

"Yeah, well," he looked around at the three sleeping people who had become his friends, "I've found a reason."

So you guys get to learn a little bit more about Rebecca and Tryus in the past and Arion breaking down a bit. I have to say that I love writing this series and hopefully this is something that you guys enjoy reading. Please let me know what you guys think and I'll make sure to keep writing.

Until next time!