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Chapter 36

Why is everything so dark? I mean, I don't think it's nighttime, but everything is pitch black. It sorta reminds of that time when I was at Floccessy Town Safe House. I remember that all of the rooms were so dark and that none of the lamps helped at all. Sometimes, Fallow would run into a wall if she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. These days, it seemed that Fallow was so stressed out from all of the things she had to… do…

Wait…

I clenched my teeth as a sharp, shuddering pain rattled my whole body as I felt like I was floating endlessly through a pitch-black galaxy. Then, all of my memories came back:

Fallow and I had finally gotten to White Forest, and then those two humans made us come up to the top of some strange tree. Immediately, I knew that those humans weren't the best of people, but Fallow seemed to trust them, so I went along with it. They all seemed to get along well, except I could tell that Fallow was on-guard and tense by the way she clenched her hand in a fist by her side while she placed her left hand stiffly on my head. Her whole body radiated stress.

I understood the gist of the conversation— something about the Legendary Dragons and training— but the purple-haired woman spoke too fast for me to understand everything. But I could tell from her tone of voice that she meant business. Increasingly throughout their conversation, everyone's voices tensed up, and my paws started twitching for a fight. I didn't like how that big man talked to Fallow with that rough voice of his, but my trainer could hold her own. Besides, she has me to back her up.

Hissing through my teeth as another spasm of pain rolled through me, I remembered what had happened next. And suddenly, I wished that I had forgotten everything

The purple-haired woman demanded that Fallow giver her that strange sphere that had captured me so many weeks before, but Fallow wouldn't do it. Then, I was bombarded by attacks from the big man and his Pokemon. Their Ground attacks hurt more than I tried to let on, but Fallow knew that I was in pain. But the pain of the attacks didn't hurt so much as the pain I felt when I saw that Fallow had been attacked, too.

Finally, as my consciousness began to fade, I watched my trainer slide over to me with tears in her eyes, and I wanted so bad to nudge her head like I always do, but that demonic beam of red light blinded me, and then I passed out.

And now I was awake in hell.

Bracing myself against the pain, I tried to stand up in the black abyss, but there was nothing to step onto. I was suspended in midair, and I hated it. The feeling of suspension caused my stomach to do backflips. Distant memories tickled the back of my mind as I remembered the first time I experienced this sensation.

We were still at Floccessy Ranch, and I was just a Shinx back then. Fallow was leaning down in front of me with this strange sphere in her hand, and she had the most gentle look in her grey eyes. That other human—whose name, I believe, is Cheren—had grey eyes just like Fallow, but his were metallic, an unfeeling grey that drained all of the color from everything around it. He always spoke to me and Fallow in the harshest tone, one that sounded like a an unceasing drum beat, drilling constantly into your mind until it was all that you heard.

I couldn't understand what they both were saying, but I could hear the promise and assurance in her voice, and the fear had melted from my limbs. For a brief second, I saw that red light, and then I was sucked into the abyss. But before my fear could register, I was safely back in front of Fallow and the comfort of her voice.

Her voice was like the wind that I felt the first time I saw the sky. The first time that I heard her voice, I had to brace myself against it, just like how I braced myself against that first gust of wind. She spoke with such varying intensities that you could never expect what she would say next. By no means did she have a musical voice that was pleasant to listen to, but you never did grow tired of listening to her speak. Even when she read for such long times back at Relic Castle, her voice would morph and shape with every passing word, creating images in one's mind.

It was always easy to guess her mood by the tone of voice that she used. I knew she was content when her voice naturally rose and fell with her words, like the gentle breeze that blows by. She was getting angry when she only spoke in deeper tones, never raising the pitch of her voice, like the strong wind that never wavered and never ceased, just a constant swirl of intensity.

But I liked hearing her voice the most when she was talking to Alain. Hearing her read the story was fun, but listening to the ever-changing tones and intensities of her voice when she spoke to him was like my own personal story to decipher and enjoy. One second, her voice was like that comforting breeze, then the next moment, a hardness entered into it like a hailstorm. Yet, the next moment brought a sort of dryness that shimmered with humor, but a second later, she sounded distant, like the wind in the distance that you can't feel, but you can see.

Fallow was everything to me. She was my trainer. She was my best friend.

But now I was alone, and she was separated from me.

And so I curled up as best as I could without hurting myself as I waited to be free of this prison cell once more.

I woke up to piercing light and pain.

Disoriented, I snapped my head in different directions, my eyes adjusting to the light. Even without my sight, I knew that something was wrong, because I didn't hear Fallow's voice immediately call out to me. I didn't feel her presence anywhere. I couldn't smell the scent of wind and wood that always followed her.

Where was she?

"Heh, that Pokemon looks pathetic," said a familiar, gravelly voice from behind me. "It was a good idea to separate 'im from that girl."

"With some strict discipline and firm training, we can turn him into the Savior that this rebellion needs," replied his female companion in a nasally, emotionally-detached voice.

My eyes had finally adjusted and my fears were confirmed: I was with Clay and Shauntal, and Fallow was nowhere in sight.

My throat began to vibrate with deep, guttural growls as I backed away from them, electricity itching my paws. These people had hurt me, locked me inside of a prison sphere, and took Fallow away from me. If they believed that I wouldn't hurt them, they were severely mistaken. No one hurts Fallow and gets away with it.

But just as I was about to send a nasty Spark attack toward them, my side screamed in pain as some force rammed my from the side. I slid across the wooden floor as stars danced before my eyes, my entire body shuddering in pain. I vaguely heard the slight rumbling of a Gurdurr, the Pokemon that had rammed me from the side.

"Heh, even I gotta admit," said Clay as I felt the vibrations of his footsteps under my body, "this kid's got guts."

"Indeed, it is courageous. But foolish, nonetheless," replied Shauntal in that holier-than-thou tone. "Should we leave it to heal on its own? Or should we help it?"

Clay grunted and crossed his arms while rage set fire to my already-boiling blood. "Well, it probably doesn't have enough energy to do anythin' at the moment. Me an' Gurdurr'll keep an eye on it while you get the Potion."

As the floor shook with Shauntal's steps as she walked away, I clenched my teeth as I tried to move, but I just couldn't. My legs ached with my weight, and my side where that Gurdurr tackled me was in entirely too much pain to move. But just laying here for that woman to heal me was not an option for me. She and that fat guy did something to Fallow, and I wasn't about to let her touch me in any way. I needed to move.

Taking in deep, ragged breaths, I imagined Fallow's comforting, encouraging voice telling me to hold on for just a bit longer, to gather up enough strength to endure the pain. And slowly, my legs lifted my body from the ground. I heard a slight intake of breath from Clay, and I opened my golden eyes to stare him straight in his stone-cold eyes.

"Well, wouldja look at that?" said Clay, an almost impressed smile on his face. He crossed his arms over his large belly and looked at the stoic Gurdurr standing beside him. "He's gotta bit o' brass in 'im."

From the surprised tone of Clay's voice, I knew that when I stood, it was definitely not what he was expecting. I ignored the last part of what he said, because I have never heard the term "brass" before, but I kept my eyes locked with his, daring him to try and attack me one more time. Right as I was charging up for a Spark attack, though, Shauntal came up the steps. She was in the middle of saying something, but she stopped when she saw that I was standing.

"I'm surprised," she said in a monotone, contrary to what she said. "I thought he would be passed out by the time I returned."

A low rumble resounded in Clay's throat as Shauntal walked closer to him. "Looks like that girl taught him something useful, after all. He's got endurance."

My legs began to shake from the weight and the pain, but I had to keep standing, for the sake of Fallow and my pride. Shauntal frowned as she stared at me with her apathetic, purple eyes, her arms full of tiny bottles of what I assumed was medicine. "He does have stamina, but that is from his natural strength, not from anything that Fallow taught him," Shauntal replied. I growled when she mentioned Fallow, but she paid me no heed. "It was a mistake to that that she could ever properly handle the training of the Saving Grace."

"I told you all not ta let Tavon and Arabella choose the Leader," Clay said with a hint of a snarl. His sharp eyes flashed with anger. "Everyone knows they haven't been tha same ever since that lousy, good-fer-nothin' President took over. It was a mistake to even let them into this Rebellion in the first place. If it wasn't fer that green-haired freak, Unova probably wouldn't even be in—"

"Enough," Shauntal ordered in a sharp tone, cutting Clay off in the middle of his sentence. "Don't be so quick to forget that the decision laid with Alder before he passed away. He trusted Tavon and Arabella, and we agreed with him. What's done is done, Clay. We must master the cards that we were given than complain about the ones we don't have."

A thick tension settled around the room after she said this, but I didn't know why. Clay's ever-stoic face sank into an almost sorrowful expression, and I saw that Shauntal's knuckles were white from where she gripped the canisters. She broke the tension as she started to walk toward me, and I began to tense up.

As she walked toward me slowly, I could hear Clay's quiet voice. "That was Grimsley's favorite thing to say."

"Indeed," replied Shauntal in a voice barely above a whisper. Then, she shook her head and walked toward me with strength in her step and confidence on her face. "But we mustn't let the thought of our captured allies cloud our thoughts. We must focus on the task at hand."

As she knelt down in front of me, I growled lowly in my throat, electricity tingling around my paws. My side was aching in pain, but I wouldn't dare let her touch me.

"Now, Luxio, I understand that you are confused and scared…"

Scared? Me? Now angry, yes, but scared? Never.

"…but the sooner we get you healed and trained, the sooner you can be with Fallow again."

Were they considering keeping me away from Fallow for the sake of training? What kind of people would dare separate me from Fallow? They couldn't possibly understand everything that Fallow did for me to make me stronger.

Assuming that my silence was a sign to let her heal me, Shauntal began to stretch out the canister of medicine toward me. I let my body go completely rigid and the burning scent of electricity floated around us, a warning that if she touched me, she wouldn't leave unscathed. But she matched my intimidating glare with a harsh, war-torn stare of her own.

"We are content with keeping you separated from Fallow for the rest of this Rebellion until you win it for us, but I'd rather not be responsible for a runt like you," she hissed, venom lacing her voice. "Trust me when I say that we would have picked a far better Pokemon than you, but unfortunately, you are the only option that we could find. So unless you want to see your trainer again soon, you will let me heal you and you will let me train you until you are worthy enough of being our Saving Grace."

I didn't understand everything that she said due to her rapid pace of speech, but I was able to comprehend the message:

I was the Rebellion's only hope, and if I failed, then a lot of people would get hurt, and I'd never see Fallow again.

So I let Shauntal get close enough to heal my side and other injuries, but I steeled my body and my heart, preparing for the absolute worst that Shauntal and Clay would throw at me. I had never been away from Fallow for so long, but when I would finally see her again, I'd show her just how much stronger I had become for her. I'd become a Pokemon to be proud of.

I would be the Saving Grace.

-

Two weeks had passed since I had started my intense training with Clay and Shauntal, and two weeks had passed since I had last seen Fallow.

Our separation was tough, but I didn't have any time to dwell on the pain of being away from her since all my time was devoted to training nonstop. I was too busy to think about Fallow. My body ached at all times from the inside out and even after Shauntal had used the medicine to heal me. I had long forgotten what peace and a restful night's sleep felt like, but I guess that's what made everything bearable. If I was always healthy and perfect, then I wouldn't be strong.

And I needed to be strong. Strength was the only way to win.

I pushed all thoughts out of my mind as I walked alongside Clay to where we would train today. He was taking me to a distant clearing to fight against one of his many Ground type Pokemon. For the past few days, Shauntal and Clay had been focusing on my type disadvantages, getting me accustomed to the different types of pain and ways to defeat my enemies.

As we entered the clearing, I stopped in my tracks as I finally felt the wind for the first time in a long time. The way the cool breeze twisted around my face and through my fur was the most liberating and amazing feeling in the world, and I savored every second of it. I remembered the sound of Fallow's voice, comforting me whenever something bad was happening. And for the first time in two weeks, I felt the isolating pain of my separation. Oh, how I wished—

"Oi, you!" yelled Clay as he kicked me in my left side. Barking in pain, my paws began to crackle with electricity, but then he kicked me again. "You know what happens when ya lose yer focus and when you try ta hurt one of us."

Growling in anger, I glared at him with harsh, golden eyes, hate seething from every hair on my body. But it was my own mistake for dozing off. I knew the rules, but I had still allowed my mind to wander off to other things. I had been able to go one day without being punished for disobedience, but I had broken that record.

I had only been punished once for trying to run away—which I paid for by staying in a Pokeball all night— and I had been punished a couple times for sleeping in and eating too much. Usually, I was able to maintain focus, only allowing my mind to wander off just enough so that they wouldn't get suspicious. But I had trouble with controlling my electricity-charged anger around them, which always resulted in harsher punishments.

I heard Shauntal getting closer to us before Clay did, so I sat on my haunches and held my head high and at attention, like she taught me.

As she emerged from the tree line, she began to speak immediately. "It is time that we see where our training has taken this Pokemon," she said to Clay, holding a Pokeball in her tight hand. "A one-on-one battle against me and my Pokemon."

Clay nodded his head once. "I agree. Maybe today, it'll finally evolve into it's final form."

Clay and Shauntal had been training me not only to get stronger, but also to reach my final evolutionary line, Luxray. They had been growing increasingly frustrated when I didn't evolve, even after numerous, tough training sessions. But what they didn't know was that I was holding off on my evolution until I finally saw Fallow. I had to prove to her that I was much stronger now, that I was a Pokemon that she could be proud of.

"Perhaps," replied Shauntal as she walked to the far side of the clearing from me. She turned around and began to speak to me. "You will fight me and the Pokemon of my choosing until either you or my Pokemon faints. Clay will not call out commands for you, but I will be directing my Pokemon. Use what we taught you to your advantage."

My pulse quickened in my chest, adrenaline and fear pumping through my veins quicker than lightning. I had never fought a battle on my own before. How was I supposed to beat Shauntal?

But I immediately forced these thoughts and the fear out of my mind. Fear was for the weak, and I was definitely not weak. I would prove to Shauntal and Clay that I was stronger than they ever imagined.

I watched in tense anxiety as Clay walked into the middle of the clearing. From behind him, I saw Shauntal press the button on her Pokeball, and a ghoulish Yamask emerged from the red beam of light. It let out a hum of sorrow and longing, sending a shudder through my body from its hollow cry.

A Ghost type? I would have assumed that Clay would use a Ground type, since they were super effective against Electric types like me. But I couldn't let my guard down for this battle. Shauntal would try to win by any means necessary, and I would do the exact same thing.

"The fight will last until one of the fighting Pokemon faints," said Clay in a serious, gruff voice. I inhaled deeply once, and all of the nerves diminished in my body.

I was made to battle, and it was my destiny to win.

"Ready? Fight!" he yelled, and I braced myself for the first attack that would surely come.

But the Yamask remained in a stationary floating position, and Shauntal was watching me with a calculated stare. Usually, they always attacked right from the beginning. But now, she was waiting for me to attack first.

For every tentative step that I took forward, the Yamask floated toward me. When I stepped to the right, it floated to the left, mirroring me, so I had no chance of sneaking around it. In battling, I always relied on my superior speed. Shauntal had focused on my speed and agility the most, while Clay had focused on offense and defense.

Finally, I decided to test how the Yamask would react. So I stood lightly, ready to sprint in any direction if it counterattacked. Charging up the electric energy inside of me, I shot out a quick Spark attack straight toward the Yamask. As I sent the attack, it immediately sent out a massive wave of fire in a Will-o-Wisp attack. Leaping to the side, I crouched down as the fire passed over me, singing a few of the hairs on my back, but leaving me unscathed.

I jumped to my feet in preparation of another attack, but none came. It floated silence, regarding me with vacant, red eyes while it waited for me to attack again.

From my few battles with Fallow, she had always made me wait until the other Pokemon attacked before doing anything. But Shauntal always encouraged me to attack first, hoping that my speed would help me with landing the first blow before my opponent could respond.

I shook all thoughts of Fallow from my mind. She was just a distraction to me now.

Crouching down, I felt my throat vibrating with a deep, guttural growl, slowly building up as I creeped toward the Yamask and a stoic Shauntal. Like the first time, the Yamask floated toward me with every tentative step I took, but didn't attempt to attack in any way. Finally, when I was at a distance that I could leap out of the way in case of a counterattack, I inhaled deeply and let out a massive Roar.

The Yamask widened its eyes as the Roar overtook it, slamming it into a tree behind it. While it was still disoriented on the ground, I leaped on top of it and bit down on its arm as hard as I could in a Crunch attack.

It let out a cry of pain, and I clenched my jaws down harder. But barely a moment passed before I was slung backward by some invisible force that came from the Yamask. I slid back across the ground and stood up, checking myself for injuries. But to my confusion, I wasn't hurt at all. The only thing that felt strange was that some force inside my brain felt like it was being repressed. I tried to shake my head of the feeling, but it remained.

"The attack that I just used is called Disable," Shauntal called out as the Yamask floated upwards once more, definitely injured, but still healthy enough to keep going. "You won't be able to use your Crunch attack for awhile." She smirked and crossed her arms as I glared at her. "That was a clever plan: to disorient my Pokemon and attack with a Dark type move. I'm surprised that you recognized a Ghost-type Pokemon."

She was surprised that I knew that Yamask was a Ghost-type? What a blow to my pride.

But while my eyes were still focused on her, she took my momentary lapse in concentration to call out an attack.

"Ominous Wind!"

Before I could react, the Yamask's eyes glowed and a harsh, purple wave of wind streamed toward my face, knocking me back a few feet. Pain enveloped my body and I struggled to stand up as the wisps of the attack faded. I didn't know any other way to describe the pain other than that I felt like my skin under my fur was burning away. Although the Yamask was much weaker than me, its attacks were still strong.

Shaking my head once more, I leaped back toward the Yamask. I immediately locked eyes with it, and using some inner power, I felt a strange energy flow from me to the Yamask. Its red eyes widened with the new strength that it received, but a moment later, a confused, dazed look entered its gaze. As it floated around erratically, Shauntal laughed humorlessly.

"Good idea using Swagger, but you may regret that later," she said. "Yamask! Use Will-o-Wisp and spiral!"

Despite my opponents Confusion, the spiraling aided the Yamask's flames to expand in every direction, and there was no way to avoid the massive wall of heat as it slammed into me. The already burning sensation of my skin increased exponentially, and I hissed in pain from the flames. I just knew that I had suffered a Burn.

"There is always a way to win in the midst of Confusion," said Shauntal with a proud, haughty tone. "You must be clever enough to find a way to break through your Confusion and battle with a clear mind."

I cringed as the Burn rolled across every nerve of my body like a blazing storm, and I knew that I had to finish this soon. But with Shauntal leading the Yamask, there was no way that I could win against her experience. Unless…

Bracing myself against the pain, I ran straight toward the Yamask, but right as I reached it, I leapt over it. Before I landed, I saw Shauntal's look of confusion and surprise as electricity gathered in my mouth. Right as my feet hit the ground, I shot an explosive Spark attack to the area right in front of Shauntal, and she screeched in surprise as the attack knocked her back at least a dozen yards away, separated from the Yamask for a few, crucial seconds.

But despite separating them, the Yamask knew which attack to use, and because of our close proximity, it hit me directly in its Confusion.

The pain from this attack was different, and it was so horrifyingly hurtful. A strange purple light shot from its eyes and my Burn felt like it tripled in intensity. My legs wavered under the pain, and tiny black spots began to line the edges of my vision.

It was time to end this battle.

But to my horror, the Confusion seemed to disappear from the Yamask, and its eyes focused on me once more. But to my fortune, Shauntal was still recovering from my surprise attack. If I wasn't in so much pain and if I wasn't so desperate to end this fight, I would have laughed at the thought.

Thinking quickly, I began to run around the Yamask, hoping that my shaky legs could hold me up for just a bit longer. The Pokemon spun in circles as it tried to track my movements. Finally, I saw what I had hoped for:

I had temporarily confused it once more.

Screeching to a halt, my mouth tingled as I charged up with electricity one last time. I leapt towards the Yamask and tackled it into the ground. Erasing the screaming pain from my mind, I clamped my mouth down on the Yamask's tail as hard as I could, electricity pouring from my jaws.

It screamed in pain, and I knew that this was the finishing blow. After a few seconds, though, I released my hold on it, and I stepped away. I watched as it spasmed in Paralysis from my Thunder Fang attack. But as I waited for Clay to say that the round was over, Shauntal yelled at me from the other side of the clearing.

"What are you doing?!" she screeched almost hysterically, her hair and clothes in complete disarray. "Finish it off!"

Finish it off? It was already Paralyzed. There was no way that it could attack me again. Besides, Fallow said it wasn't right to attack a Pokemon that was already defeated.

Shauntal stumbled over to me and began to yell at me once more, spit flying from her mouth. "Do you have anything to gain from trying to be noble in a fight? Show your opponent your true strength! Never let your judgement down!" I could see her muscles shaking in rage and her eyes were clouded with some hidden emotion that I couldn't decipher. "Finish it off!"

So I walked toward the Yamask as it lay twitching on the ground, and I felt the sweet tingling sensation of electricity dance along my jaw. I was much stronger than this Yamask could ever be! I would show it that I was superior to it in every way. It could never match my strength.

Is this what Fallow would want?

Fallow isn't here! Besides, she'd be proud to see how strong I've become.

But she would want you to be kind and noble. Why are you allowing Shauntal to cloud your judgement?

Shauntal has taught me how to be a better battler! And Fallow will be happier once she sees how much we can accomplish from what I learned in training. There is no room for noble actions.

And so I shook every distracting thought from my mind. Inhaling sharply, I angled my head down and sank my teeth into the Yamask, allowing the electricity to pour into my weak opponent.

Hey guys!

As you can see, the surprise Point of View is from Luxio! I know that this is another filler chapter, but I thought it'd be interesting for you all to see how Luxio is doing in his training and how he acts without Fallow there to guide him. But he seemed to have changed at the end… How will that play out in later chapters?

Anyway, I just wanted to say a quick thank-you to all of you who read this story. It's really such an honor to be able to continue writing this story and have you guys review and read it so much. Like I've said before, this is my first FanFiction story ever, and I am beyond amazed at how much you all like it! I can gladly say that this story isn't over just yet! A few more chapters, a few more plot twists, and then… the Conclusion! I'm a bit sad that the end is coming up, but I'm excited to finish this story! I just hope that you all stick with me until the end, despite my erratic updates and such!

OPFan37: Well, I've already replied to you via PM, but I just wanted to say one last time that I love you and your reviews so much! You have such a different view on this entire story, and I always enjoy seeing how you perceive each chapter!

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AngelxofxChaos: I've always enjoyed writing about Fallow's inner turmoil and fears. I just wanted to make a character that had obvious flaws, but that she was someone that people could relate and look up to. And yay! I'm so glad that you liked the kiss ;) I was freaking out about it the whole time *wipes sweat from forehead*

Cottonmouth25: Who knew that bad guys could have hearts?! haha I've been waiting to make Arconsy have a redeeming moment since I first received him as an OC… ahhh, they grow up so fast, don't they? And I have plans for Alain. Now, I won't say whether they are good plans or bad, but I have plans. Many plans…

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