Author's note: Hello to all you peoples out there! I am totally glad to see you all reading my fanfiction. I never thought my fanfiction would receive so much attention! 78 reviews, to this time as I'm writing this! Amazing, guys. Truly amazing. THANK YOU ALL! I give a special thank you to Mysticdragon01 and Leafeonlover for being excellent reviewers and reviewing practically every chapter. Thanks for being such excellent people; all of you! I'm glad you enjoy my story and my writing, so I'll keep these chapters rolling out! So, without further ado (besides the un-needed disclaimer), the long-awaited (not really) Chapter 19!
Disclaimer: This really should be obvious by now, but I am obligated by to say this: Pokémon, in no way, shape, or form, does NOT belong to me.

Chapter 19: Too Much, Too Fast
Part 1: Exile

Four pokémon were waiting for Starflight, the Garchomp, and I. We had come out into the open, into a huge valley between the twin peaks of Draco Mountain. They were standing on a huge raised area, covered by intricate designs of dragons and other strange runes. Starflight tried to help me to the top, but I snapped at him and did it myself. Starflight sighed but ignored it.

"Starflight. We must do something." Someone said in a deep voice that spoke of ancient deserts and the wind over hot sand. I looked to see a Flygon floating in front of Starflight, looking agitated. I looked around and realized that I was surrounded by pseudo-legendary pokémon. They were all there: a Dragonite, an Altaria, a Flygon, a Garchomp, and even a Kingdra. And of course, there was Starflight himself.

The Dragonite was concentrating on something. I tried to see what it was, but all I could see was the surface of a large crystal, glinting in the firelight that lit up the valley. Starflight went over to the crystal, and his expression darkened, if that were possible. He looked up and beckoned to me. I went over to him.

"Look into the crystal. What do you know about this?" he asked. I looked at the crystal and gasped. I could see legions of darkened pokémon, surrounded by some sort of dark aura around them, led by several rows of sableye… and at the very front of the army was Dusknoir, an expression of triumph upon his face. I saw all kinds of pokémon; not just dark and ghost types.

There were rows upon rows of Aggron and Steelix, as well as Onix and Rhyperior. There were also many fire types such as Magmortar and Camerupt. I saw no water types, weirdly enough, but I caught glimpses of Meganium and Venusaur. Then I noticed the ice types. Weavile and Abomasnow, as well as their pre-evolutions. This was an army created to destroy. To destroy this mountain and its inhabitants.

I closed my eyes and staggered away from the crystal, willing myself to forget the legions of dark pokémon willing to destroy a whole mountain, just to get me. "I never meant for this to happen. You've got to believe me." I opened my eyes. Now even Starflight was staring at me with open doubt. "I didn't want anyone to be hurt by my actions." I said. "I'll leave now, if that will do any good."

No one said anything. Chills ran up my spine. Something was wrong. The air was charged with tension. An inexplicable feeling of danger came over me, almost overwhelming. Suddenly the Garchomp lunged at me. Ready for such a thing, I managed to dodge, and ran for it, knowing there was no escape. I had no idea where I was going, and I was exhausted already from my wounds.

I ran through dark corridors, hearing the sounds of pursuit behind me. Normally, these dragons would have caught me in minutes, especially with me injured as I was. But these corridors had not been designed with a chase in mind. The dragons had to go single file and the caves confused them as much as they did me, because I took out the torches as I went past them, knocking them down behind me, further slowing the pursuit.

Incredibly, I found my way out. Or maybe not so incredibly. The Garchomp had satisfaction in his eyes as he backed me out of the concealed entrance to the mountain. I looked behind me to see the army advancing. I looked back, panic coursing through me. There was no escape.

"I knew you would find the way out…" the Garchomp said. "We made it too easy for you, see. When Dusknoir captures you, he'll leave us alone. He promised, after all."

"And Dusknoir always keeps his promises." I said sarcastically. But I turned my back to the dragon. "Fine. You just destroyed the only chance you have at returning the world to its rightful place."

"That world is OVER!" the Garchomp snapped. "They don't call it the Old World for nothing! This is the world we live in. We've adapted to it. Get over yourself!" With that, he left, flying up the mountain.

I stared after him, a feeling rising up in me that I had never felt before. Hopelessness. It was a humbling feeling… my entire world was falling down around me, cracking and crumbling in parts I hadn't known were weak. I had been exiled… from a place that I didn't even know. It was strange how affected I was. Then I heard the swooping sound of wings. I looked to see Starflight coming in to land. I glared at him.

"Come to call me a traitor, too? Hypocrite." I insulted him. Starflight just stared at me with sad eyes.

"You will survive this, Haley. I know you will. It's…"

"My destiny. I know." I replied. "Just… go away! There's nothing you can do… Just go." Starflight looked away, guilt radiating from him. He returned his gaze to me, eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry it ended this way…" he said, and flew off. I turned my back on him, burning with resentment and betrayal. Very well. So be it. I was an exile.

End Part 1. But don't worry, the chapter is not over. But the song I kept thinking about in this part was 'Not One of Us,' from the Lion King 2. Listen to it! It totally matches!

Part 2: Doubts

I faced the approaching army, braced to die. They weren't too far away now. I could see Dusknoir getting closer. I walked towards him, keeping my right side hidden. Dusknoir stopped when he saw me coming, the sableye fanning out around him. The army stopped as well.

"Dusknoir." I greeted him. He nodded his head.

"Haley. You have a knack for slipping through my clutches, time and time again… and without a scratch on you." He said, a bit of annoyance in his tone. I laughed.

"Not quite without a scratch, Dusknoir." I replied, and turned my right side of my face so that he could see my scar. Every single sableye jumped back upon seeing my face. Dusknoir himself jerked back, staring in disbelief at my face.

I raised my eyebrows. "What? Can't take the sight of the consequences of your actions, Dusknoir? You make me sick. I should have killed you when I had the chance. But I didn't; I showed you mercy. And this is how you repaid me! By trying to kill me, ending up completely disfiguring my face. And you're here with an army ready to kill every dragon in this mountain." I shook my head. "Why don't you just kill me and stop there, Dusknoir?"

Dusknoir seemed surprised. "That's not like you, Haley. Usually you'd be attacking me, yelling curses."

"Would you rather I attack you? Would that make you feel better?" I asked sarcastically.

"Actually, no. I'm quite enjoying the change, thank you." He replied just as sarcastically. I shook my head and sighed.

"Enough of this, Dusknoir. We both know why you're here, so why don't you just get on with it already?"

"Now this is really not like you, Haley." Dusknoir stated, question in his voice. I sighed again in irritation.

"I'm sick of it!" I yelled.

"Sick of what?" Dusknoir asked, confusion spreading over his features.

"Everything! All the games, the unnecessary banter, so on and so forth!" I exclaimed. "I'm sick of you killing anyone who has anything to deal with me! I'm sick of being the reason so many pokémon have to die! I'm sick… I'm sick of being ME!" I yelled, completely breaking down into tears, unsure of myself, for the first time in my life. Before, I had always known who I was and what I was fighting for… but now I was nearly broken.

Dusknoir began to laugh. "So, you've finally realized the consequences of your actions then, Haley? This is what I've been telling you all along. You only end up getting other people killed. All you have to do is give up. I'll be happy to take just you… but you have to come willingly." He laughed cruelly, enjoying my pain.

I looked away from Dusknoir. I was tempted, sorely tempted, to take the easy way out, to give up. But I wasn't just fighting for myself. If I were, I'd have every right to give up. But I wasn't fighting for myself. I was fighting for the good of all… for Grovyle, for Ninetales and Vulpix… for everyone at the PIT… for my mom, may she rest in peace… and for the future, that it could be bright and full of light and life. I couldn't give up… I wouldn't give up.

End Part 2. Wow, Haley is just having a really bad day, isn't she? I was thinking about 'How to Save a Life' by The Fray in this part… for no real reason at all…

Part 3: Rescue… Again

'That's right! Never give up hope!' A voice spoke. I looked around, but I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. The voice giggled. 'Tee-hee! You can't see me, only hear me. This is telepathy. Don't worry, I'm coming for you! Tee-hee!' I blinked. Someone was contacting me through telepathy? Only Dialga had done that… but this voice sounded so completely different that I was sure it wasn't Dialga.

"Well, Haley? You're answer?" I jumped. I had almost forgotten about Dusknoir! I turned around, fire in my eyes and heart, a rejuvenated spirit.

"Never! I can't believe I even considered giving up an option for one second!" Dusknoir's eye flashed.

"DAMN!" He swore. Then he glared at me. "How did you break free?" He demanded. I frowned confused. Then I glared at him.

"You ******!" I said. "You did something to me to make me think those things!" A sly look appeared on Dusknoir's face.

"Well, those thoughts were already in your head, Haley… I just made them come out." He said, eye gleaming with sick pleasure. I swore.

"You're nothing but a…"

"Now Haley, there's no need for such language from a beautiful young lady such as you." The voice that had spoken to me earlier rang out. Everyone looked around. Dusknoir suddenly looked panicked. Dusknoir? Looking panicked? This was a first.

There was a gleam of light, and a small floating pokémon appeared between me and Dusknoir. It was clearly female, with long eyelashes and a pink body, not to mention her high voice. "Hello Dusknoir. Long time, no see! Tee-hee!" she giggled, while everyone stared at her. I was amazed.

"Y-you're a pink Celebi!" I exclaimed. "Aren't Celebi supposed to be green?" Celebi sighed heavily and dramatically.

"Really, Haley. You just about got killed a dozen times, you're exhausted from your wounds, and we still have yet to escape from Dusknoir, and you're worried about alternate coloring?" Celebi asked, sounding exasperated. I blushed.

"Yes… well… ok, yes." I admitted, and Celebi giggled.

'Hypocrite. All those things she pointed out, and she's laughing at me.' I thought, but didn't say anything.

Dusknoir got over his shock. "Celebi! Figures that you would show up… you always ruin my most perfect plans!" he growled. Celebi giggled again.

"Well, Dusknoir… if you would stop making these terrible plans of yours, I wouldn't have to come along and ruin them for you! Just saying, tee-hee!" With that, she floated over to me, grabbed my hand, and exclaimed, "Time to travel!" A light flashed, and I felt myself being pulled somewhere. The light cleared and I tumbled to the ground, feeling extremely drained. Celebi floated above me.

"It's alright, Haley. You're safe here." She said. "Come over here and you can rest in a more comfortable spot…" I stumbled like a zombie to where she had indicated, and collapsed, almost immediately falling unconscious.

Yes, I'm evil. End of Part 3, and end of Haley's POV for this chapter. See, I'm evil! Sorry. Really. But you do want to know more about Grovyle, right? I had no song choice in mind for part 3…

Part 4: Grovyle

Thyst growled in frustration. The other two sableye were arguing over which fork to take, not asking him what he thought. But Thyst knew exactly where Grovyle was. He could just make him out in the trees above their campsite. He didn't warn his superiors, though. He'd be ready, and they'd be out of his life, forever.

Thyst hated every other Sableye that worked for Dusknoir. They all treated him like an idiot, but he was the most observant, and the one with the sharpest claws. But nobody cared. They all ignored him or made fun of him. It made his blood boil, especially because he couldn't fight back, or Dusknoir would kill him.

But now he would get his revenge. He marked the tree gecko pokémon moving in the tree. By the looks of it, Grovyle was getting ready to attack. Then there was a flash of green as he bolted from the tree, the leaves on his wrists glowing in the Leaf Blade attack. Thyst sidestepped the sableye that flew towards him. Then he leapt upon his companion, using his fury swipes to subdue it.

"What do you think you are doing?" It hissed at him.

"Taking my revenge." Thyst replied, and then finished it off with a well-placed swipe across the neck. Then he jumped of the corpse, seeing Grovyle finish off the other Sableye. Grovyle eyed him.

"Why did you attack your companion, Sableye?" he demanded roughly. Thyst almost bristled in indignation, but then he reminded himself that to Grovyle, Thyst was nothing more than another Sableye ready to kill him.

"I took revenge for what they did to me for all the years I've worked in Dialga's service." Thyst replied honestly. Grovyle stared at him. Then he lunged, leaves glowing. Thyst jumped backward, trying to escape.

He just managed to dodge, and then he ran for his life, not looking back. He couldn't hear the sounds of pursuit, but he knew that Grovyle could travel as fast and as silently as he wanted to. Sure enough, the tree-gecko pokémon landed in front of him, knocking him down and cutting his stomach open with his leaf blade.

"Goodbye scum." Grovyle hissed to him, and leapt off into the forest.

Weirdly enough, Thyst didn't feel anger or sorrow that his life was ending. In fact, he kind of felt… grateful to Grovyle, for ending his life. Now he would no longer have to suffer this world of darkness… and that's when he understood.

He finally understood why Grovyle and Haley kept fighting the overwhelming odds stacked against them. They were fighting for the future… that no one else would have to suffer this world of darkness. And in the process, spared themselves from having to live a life in this dark world. As Thyst took his last, rasping breaths… he understood, and he wept for all the lives he had taken on his road to avoid self-destruction. For in the end, he finally realized, it did not matter… all roads had led to his eventual death. Better to fight for good and die for good than to live and die in evil… for evil gave no rewards.

It was these last thoughts, perhaps, that saved his soul. It had been a long, hard road for him, but Thyst had changed from the self-serving, evil, Dusknoir-loving sableye he had been. Thyst closed his eyes for the last time, but he could see a light behind them. He was floating towards the light when a force jerked him back. He turned to see a dark shadow dragging him into a dark hole. He struggled and cried out.

"What-" he tried to ask, but no words came out… he was forced to scream in silence as the shadow dragged him closer and closer to the hole, and he imagined that he heard the sounds of agonized screams coming from it. Then, incredibly, a figure wreathed with light came charging from the light and forced the shadow back. The shadow hissed and fell into the hole, vanishing.

The light-figure came towards Thyst, and he shook with fear, wondering what would happen now. But it bowed its head, and suddenly Thyst could see clearly. The light-figure was none other than… the creator of the worlds… and Thyst knew that he was safe… forever.

End Part 4, and the end of this chapter. I wanted to give some hope to the end… and I thought that someone deserved a good ending… even if it wasn't exactly the way he expected it. So Thyst's story is at an end… he was important because of his last moments of realization. Don't you just wish that you could have a revelation like that? No just kidding… because then you would have to admit that you were wrong before… ya, I'm tired give me a break…
Now, I know I said in one of the previous extras that the sableye numbers were down to about twenty; but I was talking about that clan in particular… no reason that Dialga couldn't find more sableye.
Speaking of extras, I don't really have one for this chapter, sorry… I kind of ran out of characters or strange events… wait… CELEBI! But I want her story to come later… in another chapter. So no extra this chappie, sorry!

So… onto other things. Again, I want OCs, please! The OCs I want are for my sequel to this story. Haley is going to be a pokémon with a partner, and they're going to have a team… The name is going to be either Oublié or Elpis. (If anyone can guess what they mean/why that name, I'll give a cookie!) Here is the (updated) format I would like you to use:

Character name:
What pokémon they are:
Distinguishing characteristics (if they have them):
Personality:
History:
How the team meets them (Here's the place to put the job if applicable):
If they want to join the team (I'm only accepting about 50 at the most):
If not, what reward is the team receiving:

Thank you in advance! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!