Hey there everyone! New chapter for everyone who's come this far. Off the find the secret of the Isle of Origins.
Here we go.
Arion sighed, leaning back against the bookshelf behind him in annoyance. They were in a public library trying to find any information on the Isle of Origins since the book they'd been using seemed to have nothing on the subject. Arion lazily looked to Lyre who looked as frustrated as he did. "Find anything?" He asked.
"Not a damn thing," Lyre stated, not caring about the looks people shot him. "You?" He shook his head.
"It's like this place doesn't exist," he said with a huff.
'Not in this realm it doesn't.' Arion blinked. He wasn't sure if the voice had meant for him to hear that or not.
"What do you know?" he muttered.
'Never mind,' she said with a sigh, 'I've interfered too much. If I say much more I'll be in trouble.'
"Perfect," he mumbled, standing and stretching his back. "Where did Rebecca run off to?"
"Who cares," Lyre said. Arion rolled his eyes.
"Well I see that you're playing nice today," he stated. Lyre glared at him. Arion ignored it, bending to to pet Dawn. "Still, she's been gone for a few hours."
"She slips away all the time," Lyre reminded him, "she'll wander back in eventually."
"You act like she's a stray cat," Arion said. He heard a soft giggle.
'Stray cat huh? I could see that.' He frowned.
"You're being talkative today," he stated. Lyre looked up in confusion.
"What?" he asked.
"Not you." Lyre shrugged and went back to what he was doing. Meaning he was currently skimming through yet another book. Arion sighed, wondering if anyone thought he had gone crazy yet.
'Sometimes I enjoy a leisurely conversation,' the voice said, 'besides, I'm very bored. Not much to do where I am not that my sisters no longer have faith in me. Perhaps somewhere more private would be better to speak?' Arion slipped into some of the bookshelves, away from prying eyes and ears.
"Why?" he asked, keeping his voice soft, "what did you want to say?"
'Your allies are...unpredictable at best. Why did you have to choose such troublesome companions.'
"Hey," he protested, "I was the one dragged into this by Rebecca."
'A real charmer that girl.'
"Enough mocking my friends," Arion said with an annoyed expression. He heard the voice sigh.
'Can you even cal them friends?' She asked, 'not to distract you when you need to focus the most, but the two still with you are unstable. The boy only searches for his own answers while the girl is willing to sacrifice anything to get the job done. Is that the kind of people you want watching your back?'
"They have names you know," he huffed, "and you might be right-"
'Of course I am.'
"However," he continued, ignoring her, "They have redeeming qualities as well. Yes, Lyre desires to know more about himself but so would I in his situation. He's loyal though, and he'll keep fighting without ever thinking of swaying towards the other side."
'And the girl?'
"Rebecca might be willing to do anything as a mean to an end but mostly she sacrifices herself," he commented, "There hasn't been one time where she's taken the easy route or forced someone else to do the dangerous thing. Back when we went after Jirachi she fought to protect an innocent person. She's a bit...unfriendly at times but she knows what's wrong and right."
'You humans forge such powerful bonds,' she commented, 'Have you thought what you would do if one of them were to die? You've seen the images I've shown you from my sister's visions after all.' The images flickered behind his eyes for a moment and he shook his head.
"Surely they don't die in every vision your sister has," he said.
'Well no, but there's about a 1% chance of them both surviving,' she said, 'More times than not it's the girl-...Rebecca...who dies. Through either her brother's hand, the boy's hand, an accident. In one you were the one to deal the final blow.'
"What?" Arion asked, eyes widening, "No way me or Lyre would kill her."
'I wouldn't be shocked if that Lyre boy did it,' she replied, 'he certainly harbors a hatred for her. But I will admit that the vision showing you killing her was shocking. I didn't expect you to be capable of such a thing.'
"Shut up," he said before thinking. What situation would drive him to kill Rebecca? "The vision of me killing Rebecca...can you show me?"
'Huh? Why would you want to see something like that?'
"Just show me," he said.
'Sorry, I can't. I'm not much help anymore remember? Besides, my sister's cut me off from her visions. I couldn't show you anyway.' Arion sighed.
"All right," he said. His gaze drifted to the window. "It's pouring outside."
'Still worrying for that girl?'
"Seriously, shut up." She went silent and he sighed, wandering out to where Lyre was looking at a book. He flopped into a chair, picking up a random book. "This is such a lost cause."
"I'm not the one who brought up the Isle of Origins," Lyre replied, "so what was that all about?"
"I had to have a private conversation," Arion replied. Lyre looked over.
"That thing again?" He nodded. "Any help?"
"Not at all," he said, "but let's just focus on finding this damn place. It's beginning to grate on my nerves."
"Right, I-" he cut himself off, glaring at the doorway. Arion looked up, seeing a thoroughly soaked Rebecca approaching them. She was the very definition of 'drowned rat' in that moment. "The hell have you been?" Lyre asked rudely. Rebecca looked annoyed but didn't react to his taunt.
"I've been doing research," she said, shaking some water from her hair before sitting down, "and I haven't found much but likely it's more than either of you have managed to gather." Lyre was about to snap at her but Arion held him back.
"What did you find out?" he asked. She plucked off a Pokeball and released Luna before looking back at him.
"First off, the Isle of Origins isn't a part of our realm," she said, fingers toying with Luna's Pokeball. It was strange to see, and Arion found himself almost entranced. After all, he and Lyre were the fidgety ones.
"Actually," Arion said, "I knew that portion." Lyre shot him a look but said nothing. Rebecca caught his gaze and he held it until she nodded and looked away. 'What's wrong with her?' A giggle resounded in his head.
'Uh-oh~' the voice sang, 'seems she's nervous her secrets will get out. This is about to get interesting.' Arion frowned but said nothing. He waited for Rebecca to continue.
"The reason the Isle of Origins isn't found in books is because the only record of it would be in the Ancient language," Rebecca said at last, "even in text written in our script it would be listed as Origina Istle."
"I saw that," Lyre said, "in a few of the books the name was mentioned but it wasn't spoken of. What's it mean in full?"
"The Original Island," Rebecca said, "and getting there is no easy feat."
"How do you get there?" Arion asked. Rebecca shook her head and he deflated. "You don't know."
"I know where to go," Rebecca said, "there's a temple out in the desert that's dedicated to Giratina."
"Giratina?" Lyre asked, a bit louder than necessary. Someone shushed them and he frowned. "How the hell do we get to Giratina? After all, it lives in a place called the Reverse World right?" Rebecca nodded.
"This temple is a doorway," Rebecca said, "We use it as a passage to pass safely into Giratina's realm." Arion stared at her. She didn't meet his gaze.
'The girl is sharp,' the voice said, 'I'll give you that.' Arion felt his temple throb in annoyance. Would she never shut up today?
"So we just have to go to this temple and we can get to Giratina's realm?" Lyre asked.
"More or less."
"So we go running around the desert in hopes that we find this temple?" Arion asked, "It could be buried in sand for all we know." Rebecca finally looked up, clipping the Pokeball to her belt. Seemed as if she'd gotten over her anxiety for the moment.
"It won't be," she said firmly, "it's the only known way to get into the Reverse World. If Tryus is going to the Isle of Origins then that's his way in." Lyre nodded, returned Jet to his Pokeball, and lowered his goggles.
"Time to fly then."
So there you have it. Next chapter we'll be diving deep into the Isle of Origins, and the legend surrounding Giratina, Thats for reading everyone. See you next time!
