Hey there guys I'm back with another chapter of Lunar Sun. Things are gonna start getting serious guys. Hopefully you enjoy.
He opened his eyes to pure darkness. He looked around, unable to comprehend where he was. It wasn't like when he normally spoke to his voice. He felt ice cold; almost numb. He looked around once more, swallowing thickly. "Hey!" he called out, "Anyone here?" No reply answered him. For once it seemed he was truly alone.
A short scream sounded from somewhere behind him and he whirled around. His eyes widened as he spotted Amber, trembling with wide eyes a few yards from him. He ran over to her, frowning as she stepped back. "Amber, what's wrong?" he asked. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head. He gently grabbed her shoulders. "You have to tell me Amber. What's wrong?"
"B-brother," she stuttered, looking on the verge of tears, "You're c-covered in blood."
"Eh?" He looked down at himself. Sure enough he was spattered in blood. Blue eyes widened again. 'How did this happen?' Another scream met him and he jerked up. Amber was suddenly gone. He looked around wildly, calling out for his little sister. A chuckle sounded behind him and he whirled towards the sound. Blood red eyes met his in a challenge. "Tryus."
"The male Joy," Tryus replied, a spark of interest in his eyes, "Interesting to see you again in a...non-hostile situation." Arion growled, clenching his fists.
"What'd you do to my sister?" he demanded. Another icy chuckle made his shudder.
"Gone," Tryus stated simply. The man took a step towards him, gauging his reaction. "Haven't you understood yet."
"Understood what?" Arion asked.
"You can't win against me," Tryus told him, footsteps circling him, "If you continue to rebel..." Suddenly Tryus was there, sneering at him and so close that Arion reeled back. "I will personally tear everything you care about from you until you have nothing left but handfuls of blood and the screams of the fallen."
"No," Arion snarled, anger flaring inside of him, "I will personally end you if you touch them." Tryus laughed sadistically. Somehow this version of him was more terrifying than how he usually was.
"You can't kill me boy," he said, "You don't have the willpower to do so. And besides...how do you plan to kill me when I'll I need to show you is the scene behind you. Take a look behind you and see if you don't falter." As much as his mind screamed at him not to turn around his body betrayed him. He nearly retched at the sight in front of him. He didn't know what it was with dead bodies in his dreams but he was starting to get sick of it. It wasn't Rebecca and Lyre this time. No. Now the bodies of his family members and Pokemon were scattered across the ground. Those glassy eyes stared at him, almost accusing in their stares. He stepped back, confronted by an icy form. "See? No will."
"Go to hell," he hissed, turning around to face him. However, Tryus was no longer alone. There, by his side, stood Rebecca, Lyre, and Seeca. Their usual looks were gone, morphed into steely looks of hatred.
"No," Tryus said, placing a hand on Rebecca's shoulder, "I will never fall to someone like you." Before he could reply Rebecca raised her hand, the shining rim of a gun barrel leveled at his head. "Now die."
"No!" Arion shot up with a start, gasping for oxygen as if he'd just been drowning. He panted softly, looking around. Lyre and Rebecca were lying, still out, a few feet away. He breathed a sigh in relief before a hand touched his shoulder. He jumped, turning his gaze to the figure beside him.
"You okay?" the girl asked. He nodded, too out of breath to speak. She pursed her lips. "I don't know why you keep lying about it," She said, turning away and standing, "but you must have your reasons." He wanted to stop her and spill everything; just to get it off his chest. He knew he couldn't though. It was something that he knew he couldn't talk about.
He stood up and looked around the space they were currently in while Seeca was trying to wake up Lyre. The walls were made of smooth gray stone, frigid cold to the touch and dotted with luminous, pale-blue crystals. Lyre woke with a groan, pushing Seeca away. "Let me sleep," he whined, rolling over. Seeca hit him lightly.
"Wake up you doofus," she huffed before leaving him and going over to Rebecca, nudging her to bring her back to wakefulness. Lyre wandered over to Arion, looking at some marks engraved into the wall.
"There's bits of the ancient language even here," Lyre said softly. Arion only nodded. "Hey...does something feel wrong to you?"
"What do you mean?" Arion asked.
"I just feel like something isn't quite right," Lyre said, "This meeting worries me. Dialga...he's more animalistic than the others we've seen. Other than Yveltal these past legendaries have been more sentient. Just remembering what happened with Yveltal..." he trailed off.
"Lyre...we've gotten injured all over the place," Arion said.
"That almost killed her." Arion nudged the boy, a small smirk on his face.
"Guess you don't hate her after all." Lyre scowled.
"Of course I do! Who could be friends with someone so secretive, uncaring and cold." Arion snickered, patting Lyre's arm.
"Uh-huh," he said, "but I don't think any of us truly hate each other. As for her...she's likely got a reason for hiding things. Don't worry about it too much." Lyre huffed and turned away.
"Whatever," he said, "Let's go."
"What happened in there Dakuta?" Tryus asked, more curious than angry as to why the assassin was all beaten up.
"The space turned out to be a bit small to fight in properly," the girl replied, "however, the Temporal River is open and ready to be traversed. That is all." She turned and began to leave, Blue by her side. Tryus stopped her with his next words.
"Remember who you belong to Dakuta," he replied, "You were sworn by your parents to serve me without hesitation." Dakuta turned back to him, violet eyes burning with hatred she normally concealed. "Your control is slipping." The expression became black once more and she met his gaze easily.
"I am aware of what my parents did," she said, "and know that I will follow your orders until you finally die. And trust me, I'm waiting for that day with glee."
"Don't hold your breath assassin," he snarled, "The moment my sister and her obnoxious allies are out of the way you'll be the next to meet death. You are a tool to be used for my end. Don't forget that."
"How could I," she replied before walking out of the tunnels that had once made Victory's Temple. Alzea cleared her throat beside him, drawing his crimson gaze to her.
"Is it wise to keep her around?" the woman asked, "She is unpredictable like the rest of her...kind. I do not trust her."
"Nor do I," Tryus said, "but she has use for the moment. She will die as soon as she is of no more use. Even if I must plunge the blade into her neck myself."
"She's a slippery girl sir."
"I'm aware of that. You seem to forget that my sister is quite the slippery girl herself. Now then, you have the back up to escape the river?" Alzea held up a small metal disk, the middle illuminated with a sphere filled with bright green liquid.
"Here sir," she told him, "it's been charged with the energy extracted from Celebi. It has only one use in it though. Celebi is much too weak to have harbored any more energy from it." Tryus smirked, motioning for Alzea to follow him deeper into the tunnels. The entrance to the Temporal River stood proudly, a gaping hole in the flow of energy.
"I figured it would," he said, "which is why we have allowed our little pests to go first. That time brat was kind enough to open that path to Dialga for us after all." He chuckled, the sound gradually turning into a loud laugh. Alzea gave a nervous smile, readjusting her shades. "We're so close," he whispered, "remind me to thank those kids for their assistance. All they've done so far is help further our plan after all."
"That reminds me sir," Alzea said, "Why have you allowed them to live this far. I understand that only the one boy could open the Temporal River but, given enough time, we could have harbored enough of Celebi's energy to make another device."
"I know," Tryus said, "but they amuse me. Besides, something about them intrigues me. I want to experiment a bit before disposing of them. Victory's daughter, a boy bound to the being of time, and the only male ever born into the Joy family. They've got something special in their DNA I bet. They are certainly of scientific interest at least." A strange yet serene look crossed onto his face. "Like my sister. She has something in her that makes her the prime test subject."
"Is that wise?"
"She never reacted negatively before. Besides, I wouldn't risk her life for experimentation."
"That isn't what I meant sir. I meant is it wise to keep them all alive. They have proven so far to be...unpredictable at best."
"Are you questioning me Alzea?" She shook her head and he nodded. "Then let's go. Dialga awaits."
So there you guys go. Sorry this one's a bit shorter. Stuff is going down next chapter and I didn't want a ridiculously long chapter so there you go. How am I doing with this? Any questions? Let me know guys. I'll make sure to get back to you guys.