Starsea: Hey guys! Right now, we're on the train!

Storm: I guess we're traveling everywhere, now . . .

Sunny: You sound depressed.

Storm: Starsea's working more on the outline, and writing up first drafts for later scenes.

Sage: And?

Storm: She keeps being mean to everyone.

Starsea: Am not! I'm just developing the story!

Sage: I won't ask anymore. Should we –

Waitress: *Walks up to table* Can I get you four anything?

Starsea: Um, yeah. Can I get something that'll give me a lot of inspiration and energy to write a whole lot?

Waitress: There's this. *Gives cup*

Starsea: . . . Okay, then. *Takes a sip* . . . Excuse me. You guys start on the reviews. *Walks out*

Sage: What was that all about?

Sunny: *Looks into the cup* Oh boy . . .

Storm: What?

Sunny: Five minutes. Let's do the reviews. The first comes from Stardastarly! There's a reason why Storm says that Mew's a guy. It's a little bit subtle, so if you want to know, we can tell you next chapter.

Storm: He was irritating me. Plus, I'm not really interested in "playing" with him.

Sage: The next one comes from Gunre The Swedish Spartan! Some of the Pokemon were put there for a specific reason, and others weren't. However, most of them will be at least kind of important later on.

Sunny: I can say that Mew's actually the one who'll be helping us most of the time. There's the fact that Mew's a psychic type, so Sage's covered. Also, Mew is the only legendary who knows Transform, which is why I'll be helped. And it also can learn all electric moves, so . . .

Storm: But Raikou will be helping me the most. Next we have Mr.001! Thanks for the review! We'll keep doing our best!

Sage: Next is Garner4444! Mew crosses its arms because it does. They're short, but its hands can reach.

Storm: It's close enough!

Sunny: The next review is from Species Unknown! Smiley faces are cool!

Sage: We figure that out about me later on. Quite a bit later, actually.

Storm: . . . Anyways . . . We have Howly Von Ashtar.

Sunny: Oh no. Now he's freaking out . . . Okay. Table flip!

Sage: That's something Starsea has planned. We're writing chapters like crazy right now, so let's see if we can't get a lot out!

Storm: Okay. Then there's Zach205! Being forgetful is no big deal at all!

Sunny: That happens to Starsea a whole lot. Forgetting things. It's pretty funny sometimes!

Sage: *Looks at watch* It's almost been five minutes. What now?

Sunny: Wait . . . Five, four, three, two –

Starsea: *Bursts in* Have I mentioned that I really really really hate caffeine?! Well, I guess it depends, but – oh wow! Look out the window!

Storm: Oh, God. What's going on?

Starsea: Everything's moving so fast! Icantalkjustasfastasthetrainmoves,see?! I bet if I run really fast down the length of the train, I can keep the view outside from moving! Or I can fast forward it and make it really fast!

Sunny: See what she drank . . .

Sage: *Looks inside the cup* Coffee.

Starsea: Coffee! *Dumps cup out onto the floor* Coffee's gross! Caffeine's gross!

Waitress: You're ruining the carpet!

Starsea: So?! You gave me – uh oh!

Storm: They're chasing her?!

Starsea: AAH! I don't own Pokemon! I own Sunny, but Storm and Sage were created – and tweaked – by my two friends and I! Same with Three Presents! Runningrunningrunning! Bye!

Chapter Twenty: Sage

I watched the sky as I walked. I was wandering around the town, waiting to see if something would happen.

I'd already finished what I needed to study for the day. Luckily for me, it didn't take long at all.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, and looked at my surroundings. The surrounding area consisted almost entirely of houses. I was far away from any kind of large buildings, or roads with lots of traffic.

I let my mind wander. There was whole lot of things that I really wanted to know. About my powers, the people behind this thing, everything.

Of course, I couldn't know everything that was going on. At least, not until I had more information. But I could learn more about my powers, if I wanted to.

I probably wouldn't be able to do that in a public place. I turned and started walking in the direction of the forest.

I really liked it there. It was a nice place to study, and I remembered walking through it when I was a little kid.

I stopped for a second, but continued. It was weird thinking of when I was a lot younger. I actually went to elementary school, and I hung out with a couple of kids, too. I smirked thinking of it. Sometimes I wished that I didn't show any signs that I was a genius. I really hate that word, to be completely honest. I just picked up things really easily, and my teachers noticed that.

I was in second grade when they gave me an IQ test. After that, my parents and teacher decided to move me up a grade. Then another one.

That was stupid. I was picked on by both my older classmates and my new ones. One time it got to the point that I got a minor concussion, and my parents decided to homeschool me.

When I was ten, I managed to memorize and pick things up at the level of a high school junior or senior. That was when my parents decided, "You know what? We should put our child in college! That's a great idea!"

Don't get me wrong: I like learning new things. And I like the idea of learning things from college professors, who know a whole lot about what they're talking about. But I'm not the biggest fan of going to a place where everyone else is twice my age.

I always had moments where I really thought about what it might be like if I wasn't in the situation that was presented to me, and it always spaced me out a bit. I barely noticed when I'd stepped into the forest.

I smiled as I walked. I hopped over a stump of a tree that someone must've chopped down a long time before.

I walked and walked until I came to a spot in the forest that didn't look too dense. I sat down on the ground and looked up.

I could see the clouds float above my head. It was nice to be here. It all just felt so quiet and peaceful.

I put my hands in my lap and closed my eyes. I wanted to see what else I could do with my powers, so I needed to focus.

I made my breathing as steady as possible. In . . . out . . . This was a little bit weird for me to do, but it felt kind of nice to stay this calm. I smirked to myself, and tried to find something inside of my head. My expression changed to that of complete concentration, and I waited.

I tried not to think of anything around me, but instead think entirely about what was inside me. I tapped my fingers together. It felt like I was getting nowhere.

I forced myself to stop moving my hands, and fidgeting around at all. Instead, I imagined myself using my powers. Instead, I made myself think of using them on myself.

A question flashed across my mind. What did Mew mean when it said that I didn't know what I was afraid of? I should know, shouldn't I? I wanted to see what Mew was looking at when that observation was made.

It worked a little bit, and I could feel myself going deeper and deeper inside of my own consciousness. It was an interesting feeling.

It all went black for a moment, and it felt like I'd just fallen asleep. It also felt like I'd just put my head in a bucket of water, and that made me feel wide awake.

It felt like I was walking, but I couldn't see where I was. I tried to focus on my surroundings. I started to make out some shapes, but none of them made any sense.

It was like I was in my own little world. That was basically it. I was in a whole new world that was created entirely by my own mind.

I figured that out without actually realizing it. It was very colorful. I was in a whole town. It was kind of small, but I didn't know how I knew that.

I smirked. Everything was building up to the sky. I wanted to go up there. I didn't want to be confined to this small place.

If I didn't want that, then why was that what my mind was made into? I questioned my subconsciousness for creating this in the first place.

Even as I thought that, the world around me seemed to shift. It swirled into different shapes again, which made me sick to my stomach.

Now it looked like I was in a completely different place. It was much more serene and incredible compared to the last place I was at. I was looking out onto a lake. I was standing on the pier, and the water was completely crystal blue.

Looking behind me, I could see what looked like a desert. It was exactly what you would think of a desert to look like. There were sand dunes, and there was a cactus up at the top of one of them.

It was plain, and that wasn't my style. I turned back towards the lake. Looking closer, the crystal blue description worked much better than I thought before. The lake was literally crystal, which fascinated me. I stepped out onto it, and felt it crack underneath my feet.

That didn't matter. I walked further onto it, until I was all the way in the center. The entire reason I liked learning was to figure out things that didn't make any sense. I smiled to myself, and jumped up and down on the almost glass like crystal.

It really started to crack, but that didn't stop me in the slightest. It was what I wanted to do. I jumped again, and this time, it started to part.

I found myself falling, which was surprisingly not that bad. On the contrary, I liked it. I was experiencing something completely new and different, which was fascinating. Everything around me was changing color again, but it was just that. The walls around me were shifting to incredibly rays of blue and green, white and red, yellow and orange. It looked like I was looking at an aurora.

I frowned, though. This wasn't what I came here for. I wanted to figure something out. Anything. That was what I wanted.

So I closed my eyes and imagined I was somewhere else. When I opened them, I was standing in a building. There were no other people around me, so I started walking through.

With further inspection, I found that it was a museum. It was odd, though. It didn't show anything that you would expect to be in a museum. Instead, I saw many different things that seemed to relate to me, somehow. There was a toy I used to play with every single day as a young child. There was an exhibit that seemed to show my old school. That depressed me a bit, so I looked away.

"Hmm . . ." I mumbled to myself. Every footstep I took echoed around me. The walls were vibrating with every single sound I made.

I moved further along through the museum, and soon saw something . . . odd.

It was another room, but it didn't have any kind of label. This was my mind, so I should know where everything was supposed to be, and that was one of the ways that I organized things.

So, of course, curiosity getting the best of me, I walked into the room. It was large, and the confusing thing was that it was completely blank. Empty.

The walls were white, and there was nothing in the room except for a small package, directly in front of me on the floor.

I turned around, bored of this room, but to my surprise the door was gone. I was confined to a place that I didn't believe I would like at all.

Since this was my mind, I figured that I could escape any time I wanted to. Since I knew this, I wasn't afraid. Instead, I took a few steps forwards and opened up my package.

It was a bucket of paint. There wasn't any color to it, either. It was white, just like the rest of the room. Next to the paint bucket was a brush.

"Okay . . . what the heck is this?" I asked myself, confused. I shook my head. Now why would I ever put a room in my own mind that had nothing in it, except for pain that was supposed to do . . . what now?

Sighing, I dipped the paintbrush into the paint, and slashed a few droplets of the white paint against the equally white walls.

Nothing happened, though I couldn't expect it to. Since I had nothing better to do, I stood up with the paint and started painting invisible things on the walls. I didn't know what was supposed to happen, if that was anything, but I kept doing it.

I quickly became bored, and sat down on the floor. There was nothing to do, so I decided that I should leave fairly soon. I put the paint and brush back down to the ground, and tried to focus.

Nothing happened. I opened my eyes, and began to panic. I was stuck. I tried again, but nothing. I started pacing back and forth. It was what I did when I was really nervous. It didn't help me in the slightest.

What would I do if I was stuck here? In my own mind? I don't think I would mind it as much, but I was stuck in the stupid white room, of all things.

I started to feel the walls, looking for a door. I felt for all the walls, and looked up at the ceiling. I was starting to get confused.

I wondered if I was still standing on the floor, or if it was a wall, or if I was upside down? I shook my head. It was no time to get disoriented. I kept looking for anything. A handle, a window, something!

My hand touched something, and I was relieved for a second. It was white, just like the rest of the room, so it was difficult to tell what exactly it was. I closed my eyes and used my psychic map to see if I could tell what it was.

It was a light switch. I frowned, and turned it on.

To my surprise, the lights did not turn off. Instead, the paint did something . . . unexpected.

It was like the paint reacted to it, because it became much more colorful. Everything that I'd drawn before, suddenly turned different colors. Orange, pink, red, there was still some white, but I didn't care.

It was amazing. I couldn't believe that it had just happened. I picked up the paint. It was swirling with so many different colors. I picked up the paintbrush, and dipped it in the paint. I painted a circle on the adjacent wall. I filled that circle with more paint.

I didn't know how I knew to do what I did, but I put my hand to the circle, and it went through the wall. I smirked. It was kind of neat to do something like this.

I just walked through the wall, until I was out. I was standing somewhere else, now. I had a feeling it was where I needed to be.

It was a room full of mirrors. I could see myself everywhere. There was something else there, however. It was very bright, and my immediate reaction was to find it.

I walked through the room – actually it was more like a maze – in search of the light. I walked faster and faster. The light seemed to move.

I frowned. This was really weird. I started to run after wherever it was, but nothing.

I ended up running into a mirror once. It didn't actually hurt.

"Okay . . ." I mumbled. "I have to get rid of these things!" I didn't think of using my powers, and instead went straight into force. I punched a mirror in front of my face – the one I bumped into – and watched it shatter to pieces.

Not a very good idea. My head hurt right after I did that, and I fell to my knees.

The next thing that happened was that I woke back up in the forest. I coughed and put my hand to my head.

"What was that supposed to do?" I mumbled to myself, standing up. "Ugh . . ." My head hurt very badly. I shook my head and looked over my shoulder.

I was in no state to stay there. Ow. My head really hurt. I half staggered my way out of the forest.

What the heck did I do? All I did was break a mirror . . . in my mind . . . oh. Crud.

I hit my forehead for not realizing it sooner, which caused more pain. The mirrors, the rooms, all of it weren't things created by my mind. They were my mind. It was my world, which contained everything that I am, and was. It made sense, in a weird sort of way. Breaking the mirror was breaking a part of my mind.

I hoped it wasn't important, or that it would heal itself up. I didn't want to have a headache for the rest of my life.

It did heal itself up, I found, since the headache started to go away. That was a relief.

I kept walking on. I made my way in the direction of my house.

I stopped in mid step. I tapped my finger against my side. Something happened in my head for a second. Just a second.

I liked it. It was a good feeling. A vibe, to be exact.

It was coming somewhere that was not my house. It was nowhere near it, actually.

I moved quickly. My footsteps went along the ground very lightly. I didn't want it to disappear, so I started to run. Faster and faster.

I almost got hit by a car, because of my carelessness. "Sorry!" I yelled back to the honking van. I continued along, almost out of breath by the time I got there.

It was Sunny's house. Of course. She wasn't home, and I could tell that before I even walked inside.

Her door was locked. I got onto my knees and made sure no one was looking. I pulled out my paperclips. It was a weird habit to keep them in my pocket, but it's helped recently.

I learned how to pick locks when I was eight years old. It was a few months before I really got the hang of it. Now I had the ability to pick locks in a few minutes, depending on the type.

I frowned in concentration, as I moved each pin to their correct position. I knew that I would eventually have to either buy a proper kit for this, or I would have to get out my hammer and flatten a couple more paperclips, then bend them into the positions I liked.

I won't go into the process right here, though. After a minute or two, I got the feeling in my fingers when I was successful, and used my second paperclip to help turn the tumbler.

I smirked when it worked. I opened up the door and slid inside, taking my "tools" with me.

My body moved upstairs. I say my body because most of what I was doing was very involuntary. I closed my eyes and tried to use my psychic map. I was kind of drained, though, so I quit before I even finished.

I opened up the door to Sunny's room. I was sure I knew what was in there, but I won't say it out loud, due to the fact that some of you might not know, and I like to build up suspense.

I moved until I reached the closet. I opened up the door, to find nothing.

Actually, I did find something, which was my egg. Only it was empty and in pieces.

I smiled internally, but I knew I would have to search for my Pokemon. It didn't take long at all.

I turned around, and there it was, sitting on the ground, as if it was meditating.

Slowly, I got down to my knees. The Pokemon kind of reminded me of Mew, in a way, because of the way its head was shaped.

Other than that, there was nothing that was close. Its ears looked similar to a cat or fox's, and its body looked very segmented. It was brown and gold colored, and its eyes looked closed. The brown part looked like some kind of chest plate or armor. Also, it wasn't spewing irritating comments regarding my use of vocabulary left and right.

Its body was gone in a quick flash of light, only to reappear a second later to my right. I turned quickly to keep it in my sight.

"Hello," I whispered, smiling. "I'm Sage." I put my hand out.

It was almost completely silent, except for when it exhaled, I could hear a tiny, "Abra," escape from it.

It held its hand out towards mine. It wrapped its claw-like fingers around my hand.

A surge of information went through me. It must've been the "bond" Sunny was talking about when Silver jumped on her.

It was very pleasing, and it made me very happy. I knew that the Abra was female, so I wouldn't need to call her "it" any longer. She didn't want a nickname, which was understandable and convenient, since I wouldn't be any good at coming up with one. And she was smart.

That was awesome. I smiled. "I like you," I said.

She seemed to purr at that comment. I kept my smile on my face, and any kind of worries I might've had about what was going to come were completely washed away.

A little while later, Sunny came back. Needless to say, she was surprised that her door was unlocked, and that I was in her room.

Also, there was Abra . . . so that must've been shocking, too.

She screamed a little when she saw me lying on the ground, staring at my Pokemon.

"Shh," I said quickly, still looking at her. "We're having a staring contest. Although –" I looked closer. "I think she might be asleep."

"Sage," she whispered, closing the door behind her. "What on Earth are you doing in my house?"

I wanted to hit myself in the face. "Well," I muttered, "there's this." I pointed at Abra, then back at myself.

"I-I . . ." she stammered. Obviously, she was at a loss for words. I filled her in.

"She hatched out of her egg," I explained quickly. I got up into a sitting position and waited for Sunny's response.

"So . . . what kind of Pokemon is it?" she asked.

"She's an Abra," I explained. "Psychic type." I stood up. "Anyways, I should probably get going back to my house. Oh, one second."

I looked back into the closet, and looked inside what was left of my package. There was my Pokeball.

"Ready?" I asked the psychic Pokemon in front of me. I didn't need an answer. It was okay. I tapped the ball against her head, and she was sucked inside.

"Okay, then," I said nonchalantly.

"How did . . . how did you get into my house?" Sunny asked.

I pulled out my paperclips again. "Sorry," I said. "I did it before, though. I just really needed to get inside."

"Shouldn't we tell Storm?" Sunny asked. "We should show him your Pokemon so we're all on the same page."

"Tomorrow," I said simply. "That's the best time. It's getting late."

"It's not that late," Sunny said, looking outside.

I shook my head. "I want to get a little extra studying done tonight so I have a free day tomorrow, anyways, so . . . I'll see you tomorrow!"

I didn't wait for an argument, and left the room. I smirked. This was really fun.

Sage: Finally! The wait to see what my Pokemon was is over!

Storm: Now it's just me, though it shouldn't be that bad.

Starsea: Ontoemoticons!

Sunny: She's still so freaking hyper . . . Okay. Stardastarly! Your Mew doesn't want to turn out, so we're going to go ahead and send it to you through the PM. That might work! For now: :-)

Storm: Okay. Next is Gunre The Swedish Spartan! Here's your smiley face! :-)

Sage: To Mr.001! Here's your emoticon! :-)

Starsea: Garner4444! Your smiley face! Share in the happiness! :-)

Sunny: Species Unknown! Here's yours! :-)

Storm: Howly Von Ashtar! Here is your emoticon! :-)

Sage: And Zach205! Here's your well-deserved smiley face! :-)

Starsea: Thanks for reading! It's awesome that you do! When you review, we will respond! No matter how long or short it is!

Storm: You can choose for a particular character (or writer) to respond to your review!

Sunny: And you always get a smiley face out of it! Although, you have the option to choose a different emoticon we give you! And who presents it to you!

Sage: Lastly, you can leave questions for any one (or all) of us regarding the story, or other things about us!

Starsea: Please review! It keeps me energized, and it makes me write faster! And gives me inspiration to write! On a side note, longest chapter yet! I hope you liked it! Oh yeah! There's a poll in my profile! You guys should take it really quickly!