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"How do we get to the island?" Seeca asked, "I have Raindrop but he can't swim all that way. You don't have any water Pokemon and we don't have any flying Pokemon other than that Vivillion you have, and no way it that thing getting us over there."
"I'm thinking," Arion said. 'I should have grabbed Screech before coming here. Oh well, too late for that now.' He scanned the ocean, trying to think of something that would help in this situation. "Is there any way we can hop a boat or something?" Seeca snorted.
"That wouldn't end well," she said, "besides. All that's out here is fishing boats. They won't get us where we need to go." Arion sighed, frowning.
'How are we supposed to-' he was cut off by a familiar shape whizzing towards them over the water, green body reflecting off of the water's crystalline surface. Jet.
The Flygon landed easily, chirping and buzzing in a language unknown to them. Arion stroked the Flygon's side, calming him. "Take us to Lyre," he said simply. Jet leaned down to let him and Seeca on before taking off.
They surged back across the water, ripples forming on the glistening surface beneath Jet's body. Arion groaned as the wind struck him. He thought on several occasions that he was going to fall off the Flygon's back and tumble into the waves below. However he held on tight, waiting for the Flygon to reach their destination.
The island came into sight quickly enough, a tower of trees on a dark cliffside. Jet tore towards it, suddenly thrown back by an invisible force. Seeca gave a short screech of shock as Arion tumbled back into her. "Jet?" he questioned as the Flygon screeched and slammed against the barrier again. Suddenly, Jet began to push through, the power that crushed their bodies. 'What is this?!' he thought.
'The energy seal that protects this place,' the voice said suddenly, 'It is dangerous to be suffocated like this. I'll help create a barrier around you two and Jet. It should protect you enough to push through. Close your eyes.' Arion obeyed, shutting his eyes gently. A warmth spread over him, and suddenly they were through the barrier. Jet flew through the trees, landing in a small space, surrounded by trees and undergrowth. Jet let them slide off and Arion felt something roll as his foot hit it. He looked down, seeing an open Pokeball. Nearby five more Pokeballs sat, scattered in the dirt along with a strip of white fabric. Arion bent and picked up the open Pokeball. A burst of light shot from the device, calling Jet back into it. Arion couldn't help but drop the Pokeball, staring at the other items on the ground.
'These Pokeballs...and Lyre's scarf,' he looked out into the undergrowth as Seeca stood beside him. 'What happened here? Lyre...please be alive.'
Lyre groaned as he came back to himself. His whole body throbbed like he was a single walking bruise. Even breathing hurt. He tried to take slow, even breaths to clear his head. Something was wrapped tight around his torso, binding him. Icy stone pressed against his back. He let his eyes flutter open, trying to right his dizzy vision. Trees loomed over him, impossibly tall. Other plant life sprung up around him, yet there didn't seem to be any life. Lyre squirmed, trying to free himself from whatever was holding him. Ropes, he realized, binding him to the stone behind him. He squirmed, trying to free himself when a voice reached him.
"You're struggle is useless. Are you aware of that?" He looked up, glaring into blood red eyes.
"And you're annoying as fuck," Lyre countered, "Are you aware of that?" Tryus chuckled at his comment, stepping closer to him. Lyre immediately noticed the blade in his hand, covered in blood. He squirmed, wishing his binds would let him slip free. The look on Tryus' face concerned him.
"You know," Tryus said, stopping a few steps from him, "It'll be a pity to waste such a perfectly good sample. Alas, I'm afraid your death is necessarily."
"Sir, perhaps you don't need to kill him." Tryus turned, looking at Alzea as she came into view, "You only need to spill enough blood to count as a ritual sacrifices and the original plan was for small Pokemon. Therefore, you only need to spill enough to activate the Legendary."
"You're correct as usual Azlea," Tryus said. He went to kneel in front of Lyre, grabbing his leg. He tried to kick the man but Tryus pinned his other leg easily enough. He pushed the pant leg up and brought the knife closer. A smirk slid onto his features. "You might want to look away Lyre." There was a strange tone in his voice and Lyre turned his gaze, freezing as he spotted two unmoving forms beside him. A Ponyta and Vaporeon lay on the grass, blood pooling from the large slices in their stomachs. He was cut away from them by a sudden searing pain in his leg. He cried out, hissing as Tryus squeezed the wound. He looked back, seeing blood splatter from a large slash that began just below the back of his knee and ended before his ankle. Something rumbled behind him and Tryus stood. "Ah," he said, "it's awoken." Something rustled nearby and Tryus spun around. "Who's there!" A Vigeroth slid from the bushes, looking around quickly. "Stupid beast."
"Mmph!" Lyre let out a startled, yet muffled, yelp as a hand clasped over his mouth.
"Stay quiet," someone whispered, "I'll have you out in a second." Something sliced though the ropes and Lyre shrugged them off. "Can you stand? That's a pretty nasty cut there." Lyre nodded, getting to his feet. The second he put weight on his injured leg pain flared through him, making him gasp involuntarily. Tryus turned.
"You!" Tryus shouted, pointing his knife at whoever had helped free him, "Who are you?!"
"Oops, I've been seen." Lyre felt his body get lifted, slung over the person's shoulder. "There we go. Slash, meet me back at camp." The Vigeroth nodded and tore into the trees, though not before slashing at Tryus' leg, shredding his pants and making shallow cuts on the pants. "Let's go."
"Put me down!" Lyre shouted before the person took off running. He yelped, flushing. "What was this situation he was in?
Eventually they stumbled to a stop and Lyre heard soft panting. "You know," The person said, walking more calmly towards a large cave, "You're pretty heavy for such a little guy."
"Shut up!" Lyre snapped, squirming, "and put me down!"
"I will when we get into camp," the person said, "now stop squirming. I'm gonna drop you on your head." Lyre huffed and went still, crossing his arms in annoyance. Who was this person?
He was set down once they'd gotten into the cave, sat against the icy wall. He got a good look at the person who'd helped him. It was a boy, likely younger than he himself was, with spiky, snow white hair and hazel eyes. He eyed him for a moment, curious. "Who are you?"
"Oh! I'm Ryou Reeson," The boy replied, "I live here on the Isle of Ancients. What about you?"
"Lyre," he replied. Ryou nodded, clearly seeing his unwillingness to say much.
"So Lyre," Ryou asked, plucking out a Pokeball, "how'd you get here without any Pokemon."
"I have Pokemon," he said, watching as Ryou released his Pokemon. A Miltank. "they must have been removed when that guy grabbed me after I crash landed on the island."
"About that," Ryou said, sitting down beside Miltank after grabbing a small bowl, "why did he look at you like you were something to carve into pieces."
"That's what he does," Lyre said, one hand pressing into the wound on his leg. It was still bleeding steadily. "Though why he sliced me open I don't know."
"Likely to awaken the Master of Ancients," Ryou said, looking over his shoulder.
"The Master of Ancients?" Lyre questioned, meeting those hazel eyes, "who's the Master of Ancients."
"Ah," Ryou said, looking back to his Pokemon. Lyre swore he heard something splash softly and cocked his head. "I forget that outsiders don't know. I've been here for so long that I'm not well versed with the outside world."
"What do you mean?" Lyre asked.
"I've been here since I was eight," Ryou said, "and I'll stay on the island until I die. I'm supposed to be the keeper of the island. Basically I take care of the island and once a week people from the port send out a transport boat with supplies. They drop it off and I pick it up."
"That's...kind of sad," Lyre commented. Ryou shrugged.
"I don't mind," he said, "It means that no one else has to be stuck out here and besides, it's rather peaceful out here." Ryou turned back, the Miltank by his side and bowl in hand. He knelt down in front of Lyre, holding out the bowl. "Drink this. It'll speed up the healing process and that wound will be mostly closed in about an hour I'd say. Not without having any pain still but it'll be shut and not bleeding at least."
"What is is?" he asked, looking at the white fluid in the bowl. Ryou flashed a grin.
"It's Miltank milk," Ryou said, "Lucine here is great at producing high quality milk. Something here on the island makes it even more potent than normal." Lyre nodded and brought the bowl to his lips, taking a small sip. A soothing chill passed through him and he felt his leg tingle slightly. He let his eyes slide closed, relaxed for the moment.
"You never said who the Master of Ancients was," Lyre commented before taking another sip.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away," Ryou said, "the Master of Ancients is none other than Regigigas." Lyre's eyes snapped open and he stared at the younger boy sitting in front of him.
"Regigigas," he breathed before looking down, "I'm not surprised he's come after him."
"What do you mean?" Ryou asked, "That man from before?" Lyre nodded.
"Yes," Lyre replied, "he's capturing legendary Pokemon from around Trialus. This time he's come for Regigigas." A look of worry passed over his face.
"Surely not," Ryou said, "he must have come to pray like everyone else who tries to enter the island."
"Do people who come to pray normally kill two Pokemon and stab someone?" Lyre asked, voice icy. Ryou dropped his head.
"No," he admitted, "but maybe-"
"Face it," Lyre said harshly, "he's going to take Regigigas. There's nothing you can do about it. I'm sorry." Ryou stood.
"Finish your milk," Ryou said softly, "I'm going out for a while to gather more food. I'll be back later. You should rest. It'll help you recover. I'll leave Lucine here with you." Lyre sighed as the boy left, sitting the now empty bowl aside.
"Sorry for breaking the news Ryou," he murmured, "but you had to hear it before it was too late." He shut his eyes and felt Lucine curl up next to him. "Things aren't going to get better. Not ever."
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