Ch.51: The Fate of the World Rests on Our Shoulders! Down We Go, The Temple of Water!

"Captain, we've returned with the fuel!"

Arid looked over the ship and smirked as Jones and Zerif walked up to the side of the ship with the barrels in tow. "Excellent work, boys!" He whistled sharply. "Indigo! Fulke! Load them up!"

Indigo and the Primeape with the peg leg ran over and lowered the net to the ground. Jones and Zerif stacked the barrels inside the next, then grabbed hold of the lines as they were hoisted back on deck. They jumped on and unloaded the barrels before taking them below deck.

Arid checked over the edge again, then grunted. "Land's sake, where's the other five? They should have been back by now."

Indigo finished setting the net back into place before turning to her captain with a smirk. "Eh, Ray's probably having a good time at the circus. They should be back soon."

"I rather not wait around too long near a city as dense as this," Arid grumbled. He did grant permission for the Shinx to go, along with the other three and the addition of Jeffery to keep them together. He just didn't expect them to take this long to return. He pinched between his eyes. "The boy better appreciate this or he's swabbing the deck."

Indigo rolled her eyes and chuckled. "He was begging pretty loudly." She looked over the side, then smiled. "Well, don't worry about waiting much longer. I think I see them coming."

Arid quickly spotted the returning pirates in the distance. He was glad to see his crew returning, though something felt off. They were running to the ship like they had something important to say. Didn't seem like the kind of 'Sir, a mob's coming after us!' approach, so nothing to worry about there. Still, in the time he took to learn the traits and habits of his crew, he knew when they had something important to say.

Arid leaned over the side just as his crew returned to the ship. "What's wrong?"

That's when Jeffery flew up and landed on the edge of the ship. He coughed into his wing and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Captain…we just got back from the circus and…came across some secret information."

Arid narrowed his eyes while Indigo lowered a rope ladder for the others. "What do you mean secret information?"

Ray climbed up first, saying, "Team Ravenfield is here in Spring Wells City! And they're hunting some powerful treasure!"

Arid's eyes widened, then he glowered at Jeffery, who smiled nervously. "What is he talking about?"

Rico came up after Ray and jumped onto the ship. "We were eavesdropping on Team Ravenfield. They were talking to a Hypno and Medicham about an idol. They called it the Idol of Origin!"

That was all Arid needed to hear before grabbing Jeffery by the neck and slamming him into the floorboards. The Chatot squirmed uncomfortably as the pirate captain glared down at him. "I thought we agreed to keep this to ourselves until we had more info on it…"

Jeffery wheezed and flailed his talons. "M-M-My captain, I had no part in revealing it! They found out along with me! They heard it from the mouths of others!"

"Wait a minute." Arid let go of Jeffery, who sighed in relief, and faced Ambrosine with a curious brow raise. "Keep it to ourselves? You know about this?"

Arid looked around and saw they were drawing in the entire crew's attention from the commotion. They gave their captain wide eyed stares regarding this supposed powerful treasure that is believed to be a myth. He narrowed his eyes seriously, a little annoyed that it had to be revealed like this. He planned on telling them once he got his facts straight. Seems there's been a change in plans.

"Desert Beasts! Listen closely!" Arid's voice boomed across the boat. "It appears Ravenfield and his little team are here in Spring Wells City! And they're looking for a powerful relic I've known about for some time! I've kept it secret from all of you until the time was right!

"They are searching for…the Idol of Origin!"

Gasps sounded around the boat. The crew muttered their shock to each other, unable to fathom the possibility of the mythological relic being real. The Idol of Origin could guarantee absolute power to the wielder. A pirate's dream brought into reality.

"By the gods, I thought the idol was merely a myth!" Julius shouted out.

"Is this some sort of joke?!" Pain Train angrily yelled.

"Captain, you're serious?!" Banama exclaimed.

Arid closed his eyes. "If Ravenfield's dead set on finding it this late after our last encounter, it very much real."

Graham, who was sitting on the deck railings, held his chin with an amused grin. "Heh…I didn't think that sporadic fool was worth the effort of tracking down. But with knowledge on the Idol of Origin…"

Leigh smirked villainously. "We're looking at possibilities becoming reality for the Desert Beasts!"

Cheshire spun his knife, smiling his trademark grin. "I'm positively tingling with excitement!"

Arid glared at his crew, signaling them to settle down. "In order to get the Idol of Origin, we need to locate the ten keys used to find it." He glanced to the side. "I'm not sure how many they have already, but we'll make sure we have them all."

Malcolm crossed his arms and grinned. "Then we should probably prepare for when they make their next move. A surprise assault so we can strip them of their resources."

Arid nodded. "Crew, prepare for our next assault. Ravenfield won't know what'll hit him once we claim the Idol of Origin as property of the Desert Beasts Pirates!"

The crew roared fervently, shooting their fists and swords up. They ran back into their quarters and below deck to prepare the ship for their assault on Team Ravenfield. Arid could still hear them cheering their hearts out.

Arid closed his eyes and prepared to walk to his quarters, but Jeffery stopped in front of him. "Uh, my captain, there's something else I forgot to mention."

"Does it regard the whereabouts of the key Ravenfield is looking for."

"Well, no, but they will be heading underwater in the Sapphire Sea. I suggest prepping the boat for underwater travel." Jeffery narrowed his eyes. "Actually, when I was eavesdropping on their conversation, I picked up some rather disturbing information."

Arid glared at the parrot, then held his arm up for him to perch on. "What?"

"We aren't the only ones looking for the idol besides Ravenfield." Jeffery clenched his teeth. "And that Hypno and Medicham mentioned something regarding the fate of Ravenfield and his team…"

The captain's glare deepened with curiosity and contempt. "…tell me everything."


The next day rolled along as Team Ravenfield met at the dining hall of the hotel for breakfast. However, while the team sat around the table with their plate of breakfast, there was silence among them. They quietly ate or picked at their food, keeping their heads low with glum expressions.

Not many words were spoken after their meeting with Morgan and Ava. Everyone knew their minds were on the prophecy. It was hard to imagine everything relied on their success in finding the idol. That much responsibility was suffocating, even backbreaking. After all, they were doing this at their own leisure. They didn't ask to be given such important titles or life-threatening tasks. When reality finally set in for them, their confidence dwindled.

Tony picked around at his pancakes with a knife, distraught like the others, but also visibly annoyed. He spun the knife, groaned aloud, and stabbed his pancakes before stating, "Really? No one has anything they want to say?" The team tensed up a bit. "We barely exchanged a full sentence last night!"

Ella narrowed her eyes. "Don't act like you're the only one unaffected by this…"

"Of course I'm upset! I'm stressing out inside!" he confessed angrily. "And why wouldn't I be? Do you know how hard it was not to breakdown into tears in front of my family? If they knew the risks I was taking, I couldn't bear to see their faces!" He slammed his head down on the table and groaned.

Griffin scowled lightly. "Quit making a fool of yourself."

Tony glared up at him. "Oh, don't act like you're so high and mighty, Mr. Edge Lord!"

"What the hell is an edge lord?"

Tony continued, "You were just as shaken like the rest of us! I know you're not an emotional brick wall!" He crossed his arms and turned away. "Though, it wouldn't surprise me in the long run…"

Griffin clutched his fork in annoyance. "At least I'm keeping my cool instead of whining."

Tony smirked contemptuously. "Oh yeah, you're the definition of cool and level headed! Much like a fridge burning in lava!"

The two shot daggers at each other, sneering with irritation in their eyes. Flint sighed and slammed his fork down. "Will you two give it a rest?!"

Gwyn lowered her head meekly. "Y-Yeah, uh…everyone's watching."

The team quickly examined their surrounding and saw the neighboring tables give them perplexed stares. They were becoming the center of attention. Quick apologies were muttered before turning their conversation back to themselves, keeping their voices considerably more enclosed.

Ella sighed and set her fork down. "Okay, I think we can all agree we're a little tense after…that." She leaned back into her chair and rubbed her forehead. "A freakin' prophecy involving us…what are the odds?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "There's always a prophecy in these big adventure scenarios…"

Flint crossed his forelegs and rested into them. "And to think, one of us could end up dying when it's all over…" He closed his eyes. "Not exactly motivational speech worthy…"

As the table sulked, Griffin took a glance over at Wes, who took small bites out of his omelet. The Grovyle raised his brow. "You've been…unusually quiet, Wes. You're usually the most vocal of the group."

Wes' eyes widened at the mention of his name. "Huh?" He shook his head and swallowed the piece of omelet he was eating before smiling apologetically. "Sorry, mind's kind of wandering." He then sighed and stared at his omelet. "Actually…I've been thinking about my dad recently…"

This drew Flint's attention. "Dad?"

Wes nodded slowly, then clenched his eyes. "I just…I can't believe he was a part of such a huge discovery! I-It's incredible! Biggest discovery of his life and he couldn't tell another soul! It boggles my mind! So many things we didn't know about at the time and our own father knew the secrets!"

Flint glanced at Gwyn briefly, then nodded in agreement. "I get what you mean."

Wes then glared at his food. "But then the Shadow King came along and…" Wes buried his face in his paws and growled. "Grr! I can't believe it! I should have known! Dad's too tough to go down in just an avalanche! That's insulting to his name!" He slammed his paws down violently. "The Shadow King needs to pay for killing him! He has to suffer!"

Before Wes could get too reckless, Flint pushed him back into his seat. His face expressed sympathy and sadness. "Wes…I know this is hard on you." He looked at his clenched paw and sighed. "I…I want the Shadow King to pay, too. I miss Dad. That freak deserves no mercy." He then got serious with the Umbreon. "But right now, we can't let our emotions discourage us. We're stronger than that."

Wes' eyes softened, with tears brimming. "I know…" He rubbed his foreleg across his eyes. "I just…I really miss Dad. I really, really do. He didn't deserve to die…"

Flint felt tears brimming from his eyes, too. "He was…a great man…"

Gwyn found her own eyes watering as well, shimmering with empathy. "Wes…Flint…" She let out a loud sob and hugged them. "No one deserves to lose a parent!"

Ella flinched as another round of stares came their way. She pressed her digit to her lips and shushed the three. "Hey, keep it down!"

Tony closed his eyes as he held his glass of orange juice up. "Let's stop for a moment and assess our current standing. We've been given a new responsibility and a choice to either continue with our heroic deeds or go back to our old lives and let some other poor sap throw their life away." His eyes opened into a glare. "Can any one of us put up with that kind of weight?"

The team exchanged stares with each other quietly, analyzing the expressions of each individual member with upmost care. As expected by just about anyone, none of them wanted to lose their life. Life was too precious to waste. They all had their own goals and convictions to obtain. Their time wasn't now.

Griffin glared among his teammates before sighing. "I've seen many lives taken before me. Almost all taken by my hands." He held up an Exiled Soul and pointed it at each of his teammates. "As I've lived by through my life, I take the value of life seriously. You either deserve it or not."

Gwyn looked down awkwardly. "D-Do we, then?"

Griffin closed his eyes. "From my own personal judgment…none of you deserve the icy hand of death as a final sentence. Neither do I." He looked at the dagger in his hand and spun it between his fingers. "The meaning of self-sacrifice is your willingness to put your own life on the line for those who would surely die. But…what does self-sacrifice mean to us? Risking our lives to stop a new war from rising?"

The group thought over his words carefully. Throwing their lives away didn't seem like a smart option? Opting out of finding the idol seemed like the favorable decision for those who wish not to risk their life. Were they that selfish?

Wes narrowed his eyes and looked among his team with upmost seriousness. "We are all trying to accomplish our own goals. We have our reasons for taking on this task." He pointed at himself. "Fame and fortune." He pointed at the rest of them. Flint. "Discovering untouched lands." Ella. "Seeing the world." Gwyn. "Learning about the world you live in." Tony. "Supporting your family." And Griffin. "Avenging your loved ones." Wes lowered his paw and sighed. "We're not just a team. We're individuals seeking our own end goals. So, are any of us willing to take that extra step and become heroes? To stop another war from occurring?"

Gwyn frowned and looked away with a downcast expression. "Are we…strong enough to fight the Shadow King?"

Tony grimaced. "We don't even know how powerful he is. That's a loaded question right there." He scratched his chin. "Given he waged a fifty-year war, though, I'm not so sure."

"But he did stay hidden upon his release," Ella pointed out. "He might not be as strong when compared to the Grand Imperium Age."

Flint took a bite of his pancakes to ease his nerves a bit. He patted his lips with a napkin before saying, "Do we just hide in fear at that prospect or take the chance to save all who don't deserve a grim demise?"

The team lowered their heads as they thought over their own personal convictions. It's selfish to run away and leave the fate of the world to someone even less qualified than a group of treasure hunters with no real experience in these sorts of threats. Again, what do they owe the rest of the world in exchange for the risk of their own lives?

However…isn't that what heroes did anyway?

Wes closed his eyes for a moment, then looked around at his table. "…the hero, Apollo, was chosen to be the wielder of the Idol of Origin. He didn't owe the world anything to sacrifice his life. He chose to take that risk because…that's what heroes do. Anyone else could have taken the idol, but the gods chose Apollo because they saw someone who could use the idol's power for good." Wes smiled uneasily. "If…there's a prophecy stating we are the ones who'll bring balance and destroy the shadows, what do we have to lose? Either we fight and possibly lose our lives…or give up and inevitably die in the end."

The team looked at their leader with stunned expressions, then looked at each other, hosting a silent conversation through expression alone. Sadness turned hopeful. Anger went soft. Should they really be moping around about what could happen when they had the skills and resources to defy fate? Destiny or not, none of them wanted a dishonorable demise, nor the destruction of their home.

Tony smirked, then actually snickered in amusement. "Well…when you put it like that, we don't have any other option." He glared at Wes with resolve. "I said I wasn't going to put my family in danger, right? I'd let them down if I turned tail and ran."

Gwyn clenched the cloth on the table and bit her lip. "I know I'm strong. My mom didn't raise me to be quitter. Despite everything I've been through…" She slammed her palms down, jingling the silverware. "I won't back out now, not after everything I've seen!"

Griffin scoffed through his teeth, then leaned forward. "My time hasn't come yet. I refuse to die until I get my revenge on that bastard, Voss. If I have to travel the ends of Mysto to get stronger and surpass him," he punched into his palm, "then I'm with you all the way."

Ella sighed, then smirked lightly. "It can't be helped, I suppose. I don't like the idea of a prophecy dictating my destiny, but I much rather persistent with a full life than die prematurely." Her red gem glowed with psychic energy for a moment. "If I have to risk it all, might as well go out with a fight."

Flint clenched his teeth. "I'm not sure how the six of us stand a chance at beating the shadows, much less the Shadow King. If they get the Idol of Origin, then it's all over." He sighed, then glared forward. "But we might as well try. We're still growing, after all."

Wes smiled with much more ease than earlier. He grabbed his glass and held it up. "If we are going to take this mission of ours seriously, then we need to do it as a team. Individually, I see powerful fighters with their own tricks and skills. But together, I see the potential for an unstoppable team." The others smiled back and lifted their own glasses. "There's still eight keys to collect, but that number will drop to seven today. These mages aren't just the protectors anymore. They are our teachers, testing us to see if we're ready to take on the long haul." The cocky, unwavering grin of the Umbreon stretched at full length.

"We may have been at this for a while, but this is our new starting line. Today's when we take on our new role as Team Ravenfield: as heroes. We may be scared, but that's what courage is. Trick the fear inside you by showing confidence in yourself!"

"Yeah!" the team cheered.

"So, let's smile wide and take home the gold!" They raised their glasses up. "Succeed or crash and burn! Either way, we're never giving up! Not matter the risks, no matter our destiny, we'll surpass all obstacles and rise to the top!" They clang their glasses together.

"Team Ravenfield, all the way!"

They stood in their seats with absolute resolve, smiling proud and strong, until they realized their sudden cheer gained even more attention from the other hotel residents, once again staring at them weirdly. The team scrambled back into their seats with awkward smiles.

"Maaaybe we should have done the heroic speech after breakfast…" Gwyn suggested with a sheepish chuckle. This caused the table to burst out in laughter. Regardless of their future, they still had their spirit intact.


Spirits were high and bellies were full as Team Ravenfield prepared for the day. With their regular clothes on, they placed on the wetsuits for their underwater voyage, except for Tony. They had their oxygen tanks on and breathing tubes and goggles around their necks before making their way to Sapphire Sea with steadfast stares.

The beach was crowded with residents and tourists, having the occasional volleyball and child running past them as they walked to the water's edge. Griffin had to drag Tony by the ear since he kept getting distracted by all the cute girls that crossed, with the Dewott once again annoyed at his failed attempt to flirt.

They stopped in front of the water and stared down with narrowed gazes. Wes nodded sharply. "Right! Shouldn't be…too bad. I memorized the way down from here. Pretty straight forward, but way too deep for non-Water-Types without equipment to traverse."

Tony cracked his knuckles. "Heh…well, guess having me around will make this a cake walk."

Ella rolled her eyes with a friendly smirk. "Oh, almighty Lightning Thief Tony, what would we do without you?" she exclaimed melodramatically. They both threw their heads back and laughed aloud.

"Well, nice to see you six in high spirits." The team turned around and saw Morgan and Ava walking over to them. Morgan swished his flask around before capping it and saying, "From the looks of it, the initial shock of yesterday has come and gone?"

Gwyn smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of her head. "Um…for the most part, I guess. It…was rather brash, though."

Griffin deadpanned. "You could have eased in a little more gently."

Ava sighed and bowed to them apologetically. "My humblest apologies. I never intended to cause strife." She straightened up with her eyes closed. "But it had to be said. Not telling you the truth would have been worse."

Flint smiled a bit. "Well…we can appreciate that sentiment of thought."

Tony slid his hands into his pockets. "Hey, if the universe or whatever thinks we're bigshots that can handle the task, I take that as an honor." He smirked to himself. "Someone as great as me was obviously the right decision. Even the universe can see it. Can't say I'm surprised."

Griffin rolled his eyes. "Every team needs a fool, I suppose."

"Oh, shut your trap!" Tony yelled.

Wes narrowed his eyes. "Morgan, Ava…we're all grateful that you think we're mature enough to handle this on our own." He sighed. "I'll admit, I'm a little shook and…maybe just the tiniest smidgeons of scared, but I'm tough! And so is my team!" He pounded his chest. "We've taken on strong opponents before! We can only get stronger from here on out!"

Morgan smirked excitedly. This kid…he's got the same enthusiasm as his old man.

Ava smiled sweetly. "The mantle of Team Ravenfield has been passed down onto all of you. Do not fail us. Do not fail the world." She narrowed her eyes. "I must warn you. Calder won't be the easiest to take on alone. As a team, it's your job to work off the strengths of each other. That's how we've gotten around in our day. Do not make the mistakes of the past-!"

"-or you're doomed to repeat them," Morgan finished.

Wes nodded sharply. "We won't! And that's a promise!"

Gwyn jumped up jubilantly. "Heehee! Let's kick some underwater butt!" She punched the air vigorously, making Flint laugh behind his paw. The Mew, even when things got serious, showed off her adorable charm to lessen the tension.

Ava bowed respectfully. "I wish you all the best of luck. And please be careful."

Morgan glared seriously. "And remember, there's still a long journey ahead of you. While we will lend our wisdom and advice, this is your journey. Do not waver from who you are."

Tony nodded. "Right, Pops."

The team turned to the water, then took a deep breath in preparation. Ella smiled lightly. "Sssooo…one last hoorah before plunging into another fun hour in Hell?"

Wes smirked, then raised his paw. "Team Ravenfield, go!"

The others fist bumped him. "Team Ravenfield, away!" they exclaimed.

Everyone but Tony placed on their goggles and breathing tubes, then turned on their oxygen tanks. The Dewott performed a couple stretches to get himself psyched. They gave each other one last encouraging nod before diving into the water.

Morgan and Ava watched as their darkened forms descended out of sight. Ava narrowed her eyes worriedly. "I hope Calder isn't too rough on them. He's gentlemanly, sure, but he can get rather rough in a fight."

Morgan turned away and headed away from the water. "Relax. All they have to worry about is the Water Guardians. Sure, problematic given circumstances, but they're capable at their age."

Ava smiled, appreciating the air of calm around her long time friend. "I suppose you're right." She walked on ahead, much cheerier.

Morgan smiled a bit, then glared over his shoulder darkly. Even with my confidence in them…I wouldn't want them fighting the Shadow King, either. He clenched his teeth. Still…they'd be braver than me. I wouldn't stand to be in his presence…


First dip into the water hit their faces with a cold sensation running across their bodies before swimming forward at a downward angle. Wes took the lead since he had the directions memorized, though Tony greater speed and mobility allowed him to zoom around in the water at his own leisure. He followed Wes, though took his time to goof off.

They swam past underwater plant life that swayed with the water. Beautiful arrays of coral and sea plants coloring the dull, blue water. Gwyn strayed from the group to looked at the plants with sparkling eyes, though Flint swam over and grabbed her by the shoulder.

"You get grab some on the way back," he promised. His voice was slightly distorted from the breathing apparatus.

Gwyn sighed, with little air bubbles flowing from her mask. "Okay…" They swam after the others and rejoined them.

Kicking his feet through the water, Wes scanned their surroundings meticulously. "The temple is way out in the sea. I don't think a lot of Pokémon get this far out from the beach."

"Meaning some have seen the temple before?" Griffin pondered.

"Possibly. Though, given its defenses, it's very possible it's off limits to the public." Wes shrugged. "Kind of makes sense. Guess not all the temples go out of their way to keep themselves completely hidden. Just in sight enough to be unreachable for the casual citizen."

Ella narrowed her eyes as she paddled up to Wes. "Okay, so what's our plan for dealing with the Guardians? Almost none of us have any natural adeptness in fighting underwater."

"We'll have to rely on raw power in that department." Wes glanced at Ella. "However, your psychic abilities will be a formidable asset. You have the second biggest advantage out of us."

Ella smirked under her mask. "Heh…actually having a direct advantage over some of you? Nice."

Griffin lightly kicked his feet, trailing behind the others only slightly. He kept his senses focused on the surrounding water in case of an ambush. A bounty hunter's instinct to always be on guard. He glared into the darkness of the water. "We still don't have a plan for taking on this Calder fellow."

Tony torpedoed through the water with his arms crossed and his lips stretched into a cocky smirk. "What? Sure we do! We swim in, kick his butt, then take the key! Only plan we need!" Unlike the others, his voice projected through the water with unusual clarity. Probably due to his affinity for water.

Griffin deadpanned. "I'll plan for your funeral in advance…"

Tony held his hips and scowled. "Hey, I don't fight like normal people. I'm an unorthodox type of fighter. Not like I do blazing in without a strategy."

"You make it so difficult to believe that…"

Tony turned away with a scoff. "I'm not going to dignify that with a response." He swam ahead, leaving Griffin to roll his eyes.

"You just did…"

They swam for a solid fifteen minutes, cruising gently through the water. Wes narrowed his eyes into focus, trying to peer far into the murky distance. He could make out a structure within his line of sight. Was it a rock formation? A sunken ship? Or perhaps their destination closing in on them? Wes smirked and kicked ahead, forcing the others to quicken their pace after him.

Wes ceased swimming and floated down, landing on a rocky ledge that overlook a deep crevice. The others landed next to him and peered into the split land before gasping in triumph. Wes chuckled. "There it is."

Within the large crevice was a stone temple, shrouded within the darkness and protected by the surrounding walls from the cruel depths of the treacherous sea. The temple was made up of withered stone that eroded through the passage of time. Chips of rock and light scratches against the exterior. The temple was cube shaped in design, with four separate pillars at each of the corners. A large spire tower, the part of the structure Wes first spotted, sat in the center of the temple, poking from the deepness. Algae and seaweed were coated and wrapped against some sides of the temple.

Ella rubbed her paws together. "Jackpot."

Griffin pulled out Endless Regret. "I don't sense any Water Guardians, yet."

Flint glared. "They'll probably spawn if we get too close. Let's go about this with a strategy."

"Ooh, ooh!" Gwyn spoke up. "Use your Guardian, Flint! That'll give us an advantage!"

Flint rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Yes, well…" He hasn't exactly taken the time to get full control over that power of his quite yet. He could remember the feeling of wielding it, which might have given him some adoptive memory of harnessing the Guardian, but he hasn't had many opportunities to use it after last time. "I'm…not sure I'm qualified to take them of quite yet."

Tony floated above them with his arms crossed. "If you want a strategy, let me divert their attention. If they focus on me, that'll give the rest of you a fair shot at eliminating them. Plus, I won't have to worry about being in the crossfire since I'm awesome…and also faster."

Ella smirked. "Can't argue with that logic. Congrats Tony, you've been promoted to our distraction!"

"What an honor!" he exclaimed playfully. He landed and stretched his legs. "Just give me a moment and I'll draw their fire."

Griffin, being the only one actively sensing his surroundings, felt a strong disturbance behind him. It didn't feel like Guardians, but something closing in on them. "Wait…" They faced him curiously. "Does anyone else feel that?"

The four other magic users focused on their surroundings as well, while Ella closed her eyes and psychically traced the area for presences. Wes' keen eyes narrowed. "This feels…familiar…"

A muffled boom sounded nearby. The team took one quick look around before Gwyn immediately spotted an oncoming cannonball. "EEP!" She slammed her hand down and used Accelerated Growth to push everyone away with a clump of seaweed under them, narrowly dodging the cannonball that took out the ledge.

"AAH!" Flint screamed, scrambling around to regain his balance. He exhaled in relief, shaking a bit. "Good save, Gwyn!"

Griffin aimed Endless Regret in the cannonball's line of fire. "What kind of defense system is this?!"

Wes narrowed his eyes seriously, perhaps even glaring, as he identified the vessel appearing through the murky darkness. "That's not the temple's doing…"

Much to his displeasure, appearing into full view was the ship of the Desert Beasts, with the cannons armed and set on their targets. Key differences to the customarily airborne vessel were the wings retracted back into the sides and the massive bubble surrounding the whole ship without hindering its movements through the water, nor hampering the ship's cannon fire.

The Umbreon scowled as a recognizable figure in his adventures walked up the bowsprit, wearing his signature gauntlet. The Darmanitan scowled back at the treasure hunter before holding his fist up.

"Ravenfield! We meet again!" his voice boomed out for them all to hear, even through the distortion of the water.

"Captain Arid…what an unpleasant surprise. Haven't seen you since Slab Blade Mountain," Wes spoke back. He wasn't particularly sure the captain could hear him in the water from this far away, though he probably got the idea with how long they've known each other.

"It seems our paths have finally crossed again, as if by fate," Arid replied. He sneered at the other members of his team. "It appears Jeffery wasn't kidding when he said you gotten two new members of your little posse."

Tony held his hips and cocked his brow. "Posse? Wes, buddy, who the hell is this shithead?" Since his voice didn't distort like everyone else's, Arid heard that small remark and grumbled.

Wes glared. "Tony, Griffin, I like to introduce you to my treasure hunting rival of Mysto, Captain Arid and the Desert Beasts."

Tony deadpanned. "You weren't kidding when you said you've been chased by pirates."

Arid smirked intimidatingly. "I wasn't expecting to cross paths with you again, boy, but our last encounter has left me enlightened." He clenched his gauntlet wielding fist. "Our time in that cursed cave has left me room for improvement…and new discoveries I never considered." He snarled. "Trying to pull a wise one over me is the single, biggest mistake you can pull on a seasoned pirate like me."

Wes glared. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"I was an observer for your little match with the Flygon, remember?" His eyes projected a mischief, yet sinister feel. "I'm not some brute sailing across the skies, Ravenfield. I've tracked and stolen Mysto's riches through careful calculation and precise planning. I know how to read a situation. For instance…" He glanced over at the sunken temple with a knowing stare. "What valuable treasure could you be looking for down here?"

Wes gritted his teeth fretfully. He's dragging his words out. He knew something. "N…Nothing!"

Arid looked back, breaking through his feebly constructed lie with a powerful stare. "If I had to take a guess…you've been remarkably interested in a certain set of…keys?"

Team Ravenfield went into full alert mode, muscles tensing up at the ready. Ella swam up to the ship's bubble, near the bowsprit, and glared down at the Darmanitan. "What…do you know?"

Arid chuckled darkly. He snapped his exposed fingers, ordering his crew to rise out from hiding and brandish their weapons. Each of them wore special rebreathers, much like Team Ravenfield without the oxygen tanks. They resembled gas masks without the upper half with the lenses. "Cipher, as a show of sportsmanship, I'd advise not floating so close to my ship." He glanced over at Lyra. "Do it."

Lyra leapt over her captain and landed on the bowsprit. She stretched out her concertina in preparation, baffling Gwyn, Tony, and Griffin. "What the heck? Is this chick seriously going to play music?" Tony shouted.

Flint was all too familiar with the Zangoose's manner of fighting. "Everyone! Cover your ears!"

Lyra squeezed on the concertina and sent out a sonic wave that safely penetrated the bubble and blasted into Team Ravenfield. The team immediately went for their ears and screamed out in pain. There was no time to dodge, either. Sound traveled much faster through the water, giving the silent Zangoose a clear advantage from within the ship's bubble.

Arid snapped his fingers. "Eliminate them!" The pirates roared their battle cry as they charged off the ship and leapt through the bubble.

Gwyn opened her eyes a smidge and saw the pirates swimming right at them. Can't…think! Need to…act! She was going to regret the next five seconds of her life, but she took her hand off her ear, bombarding her with the ear grating sound, and aimed it at the ground. The ground suddenly burst open sprung up with a massive vine collided into the ship.

Lyra flailed and ceased playing her concertina, then fell back into the ship. She dropped her prized possession and rubbed her aching head, silently whining. Arid glared at the team as they recuperated. I forgot their Mew friend had some control over plants. Better keep note of that. He glanced at the sunken temple. In the meantime, I have other matters to attend to.

Flint quickly swam over to Gwyn and checked on her. "Gwyn! Are you okay?"

She rubbed her aching ear, then looked at her palm. Along with the deafening ringing pounding her left ear, some blood was drawn. Still, she offered her best smile at Flint, even if he couldn't see it through her mask. "I'll be fine!"

Tony cracked his knuckles with an excited smirk. "We get to fight pirates?! SWEET!" He torpedoed himself into Smith, slamming his fist against the Simisear's gut. The fire monkey's mask nearly flew off from the impact. "I'm going to have fun with you all." Tony got kicked in the head and knocked away from Smith.

The Dewott rubbed his head, then traced his assaulter to find a Golduck floating before him, one of the few without the need for air. Malcolm smirked deviously. "An underwater brawl with another aquatic Pokémon?" A mischievous glint shone from his eye. "Care to stimulate my thrill for battle?"

This made the Dewott smirked back with equal deviousness, adding a neck crack for effect. "I'll put a shock to your system." Both Water-Types glared each other down before propelling themselves forward. Punches collided before taking the battle to a high speed pursuit against one another, leaving behind trails of bubbles and vibrations in their wake.

Griffin swam for the ship, sending magic through Endless Regret. He went for a clean sweep, but Drake appeared in front of his him and slammed both his katana against the blade, stopping the Exosus Release. The two Grovyle glared into each other's eyes.

"You're in my way," Griffin threatened.

Drake didn't falter, merely intensifying his glare. "Then might I suggest a detour?" He maneuvered Endless Regret out of the way, then kicked the bounty hunter in the chest, knocking him into the ground.

Griffin kicked off the ground and dodged a diving stab. He floated above Drake and aimed Endless Regret. "Exosus Release!" He fired the raging magic through the ground, nearly hitting the other Grovyle. The shockwaves rattled his body, stunning him for a moment. Griffin descended to the ground, then dug his claws into the rock and rushed for the swordsman, fighting against the resisting force of the water. He socked Drake across the jaw.

Drake dug his claws into the ground and anchored himself down. He slid against the punch and deliver a solid punch against Griffin's gut. They jumped back and wielded their weapons defensively, sizing each other up, before going in for the second wave.

Gwyn shrieked as she dodged one of Indigo's arrows, which weren't slowed by the drag of the water. Indigo teamed up with Zerif and provided long range support while the Zoroark got in close. He pulled two cutlasses from his hair and slashed at the Mew. Gwyn dodged before pulling out her whip. She swiped it at Zerif, but his body faded into nothing upon contact. Her eyes widened in bafflement. "Huh?!"

"Gwyn!" Flint shouted while trying to flee from Leigh and Fulke. "Zoroark can naturally create illusions! Don't fall for them!"

Gwyn gripped her whip tightly. "Illusions?" She gasped out in pain after taking a sharp blow to the back. She swiped behind her, but didn't hit anything. She narrowly dodged five arrows from Indigo, but got punched in the stomach and pinned to the ground.

Indigo floated down and snickered as Zerif revealed himself. "Hey Gwyneth, long time no see."

Gwyn glared at her. "Do you get your kicks from messing with me or something?"

"Our orders aren't to kill you, so yeah."

"Your captain literally said to eliminate us!" the Mew shouted.

Indigo rolled her eyes. "You say kill, he says eliminate. Tamato, tomato."

Zerif sneered. "Quit fraternizing with the enemy, Indigo!"

Indigo waved his complaints off. "Oh Zerif, I'm just having a spot of fun, don't get your hair in a twist."

While the two were momentarily distracted, Gwyn freed her left hand and slammed it down. The surge of magical energy stretched out until it found some plant life to manipulate. Seaweed sprung up from the ground and wrapped around them.

"Wha-HEY!" Indigo and Zerif were lifted up and thrown in separate directions.

Back over with Tony and Malcolm, the two engaged in an intense fistfight, swimming around in the water. Tony went for a left hook, until Indigo accidentally slammed into his back. This allowed Malcolm to hit Tony back, though making him collide with Indigo and taking them to the ground. The Golduck stared with boggled eyes. Maaaybe I shouldn't be here when she gets up.

Tony flipped to his feet and glared at Malcolm, still smirking. "I'm not through, yet!"

Indigo picked herself up and glared at Gwyn. "Now that was just rude, Gwyneth."

The two swam past each other, however they exchanged a brief glance with each other. Even if it were for a second, it felt like an eternity as they examined one another. For a brief second, something turned inside their minds. They were moving too quickly to get a good look at each other, but…they both saw something familiar.

What the…?

However, they didn't give it a second thought as they focused back on their current opponents. Tony swam up to Malcolm and threw a punch, instinctively causing the Golduck to raise his arms. However, Tony performed a feint and kicked Malcolm in the side. With Indigo, she reconfigured her prosthetic claw into its blade form and clashed with Gwyn's whip.

Ella kept her distance from Cheshire and Julius, with the latter firing rounds her way. Ella used Psychic to deflect the attacks out of harm's way. She flinched from the shockwaves of the cannon fire's explosions. Shockwaves underwater were pretty dangerous, from what she remembered.

Cheshire laughed as he went in for the stab. "Be a good girl and give me some of your blood!" He swiped carelessly with his knife. "I have some fun curses to try out on you!"

Ella glared at the sadistic Banette in distain. "Oh wow, that's sound really fun and not super creepy!" She propelled downward with a burst of psychic energy, then wrapped herself in said energy to maneuver through the water at speeds similar to Tony.

Julius chased her down and twisted his prosthetic cannon to get it back into focus. "Lass, ye're makin' this harder on yerself!" He fired a shot. Ella spun and kicked the projectile into the face of a rock formation, blowing the top half clean off. Julius zoomed through the water and snapped his pincer at her, then lunged for her head. "Say yer prayers, Cipher!"

Ella leaned back and dodged the snap before wrapping her forelegs around his arm. "Oh Arceus, with your heavenly and divine might…" She used her psychic energy to spin herself, along with Julius, in place before aiming the pirate crustacean for the ground. "…teach this god forsaken crab some goddamn manners!" With her momentum and psychic power, she slammed the Crawdaunt head first into the ground.

Cheshire floated over her with his usual, creepy grin, but he was shaking a bit at her display of strength. Oh dear…

Ella set her sights on Cheshire and swam towards him. "You want a piece of me?!"

Cheshire snickered and held his knife in a reverse grip. "That's been my plan from the start!" He rocketed down and got into a close quarters brawl with her. She expertly kept his knife swings out of her reach while delivering weak, but staggering paw thrusts whenever she could.

Flint panicked as Banama and Leigh were stuck as his opponents. The insanely strong electric powerhouse and the assassin who hates my guts?! WHY?! He was only fortunate Banama was limited on using his electricity in the water, but it didn't help that he was still strong. As for Leigh…she was tough in any environment.

Flint used Blockade Reflector to stop the Togetic's battle claws. He smiled nervously at the scowling assassin. "Heeey Leigh…you're still not mad about me…throwing you into a shelf of alcohol and glass, right?"

"I'll carve out your insides and bathe my weapons in your spilt blood," Leigh growled through her mask.

"Is that a maybe?" Flint squeaked.

Banama raised his tail and smashed it through the Blockade Reflector, then wrapped Flint in it. He floated down with the Flareon in tow and smashed him against the rock of the crevice. "I don't need my electricity to beat you." He cracked his knuckles and prepared to punch.

Flint closed his eyes and concentrated hard on summoning his Guardian. Please, please, please! I summoned you once before! I need your help again! Remember that feeling when Gwyn was being captured! Remember that feeling and bring it out!

Sparks flooded Banama's fist, then he went for the punch. The electrified fist stopped in a crystalized hand, surprising Banama. An arm materialized around Flint and kept his face protected from the expectantly powerful punch. It gripped Banama's wrist tightly and threw him out of the way.

Leigh snarled in infuriation. "What is this?" She used her wings to fly down at him and furiously jab the arm with her claws. The crystal arm continued to protect Flint as it misdirected Leigh's strikes to the rock around Flint.

The Flareon was simply amazed he actually summoned it without resorting to a meltdown. It was only one part of the Guardian, but one part was enough, it seemed.

The Guardian arm socked Leigh in the gut, then backhanded her into Banama as he tried to get up. Flint gently floated above them, stupefied by the possibilities of this Guardian. "Wow…"

Banama and Leigh picked themselves up and glared. "Okay…not falling for that a second time," the Raichu growled. They kicked off the ground and threw punches into the arm.

Wes swam around with the Star Amulet currently active. He was stuck taking on the grunts while his focus aimed more towards the ship as it closed in on the temple. You have a lot to explain, Arid! Wes kicked away a Snover and a Golem, the latter of both looking rather uncomfortable about being in the water, then grappled a Nidorino under the forelegs. "Magi Effingo!" Purple, crystal clones split off Wes, then punched the Nidorino in the gut before dragging him from Wes.

Wes set his sights back on the Desert Beasts' ship and swam after it. Arid stood on the bowsprit as they neared the temple. "Prepared to board, Jones!" the pirate captain shouted. "Rico, Pain Train! Load the cannons! We're blasting our way through!"

"Aye, captain!" they shouted as they loaded the cannons with their new explosive cannonballs.

Wes dove through the ship's bubble and landed on the deck. He took a moment to examine the ship. "Ah, I love what you've done with airship, Arid. Did you make the floors out of new material?"

Arid glared at the Umbreon. "If I could only count the number of times the Wasteland has suffered from your petty meddling," he sneered, referring to their ship. He faced the Umbreon and held his gauntlet out.

Wes smirked. "Please, even if there's ground around is, won't be as flexible from the water."

Arid narrowed his eyes sinisterly. "I'm aware."

Wes barely heard it, but he dodged a surprise attack from the silent member of the Desert Beasts. He rolled to his feet and glared at Lyra, who got on all fours and locked eyes with Wes like a predator stalking its prey. "Lyra, always a pleasure to see you. Been practicing new spells with your concertina?"

Lyra ceased scowling for a moment to happily nod in response, then resumed closing in on the Umbreon slowly. Ambrosine watched from above deck with Jones, who manned the wheel. She wore her official Desert Beast uniform like the rest. "So, that's the infamous Ravenfield…"

"Don't let his friendly nature or wisecracks throw you off. He's remarkably cunning," Jones warned as he aimed for the temple. Ambrosine narrowed her eyes seriously at the Umbreon.

Lyra and Wes butted heads and knocked each other back. Lyra flipped around on the mast and clapped her hands. Her body vibrated quickly as she landed, then dashed straight for Wes. The Umbreon activated Mystic Burst and leapt at her. However, she faded out just before his paw connected. Her image kept flickering in and out of his vision, but she didn't seem to be moving at hypersonic speeds.

Wes gritted his teeth. There's some sort of delay causing her to vanish in and out randomly.

Lyra appeared in front of him and socked him in the cheek. Wes went flying across the ship, but stopped himself with his claws before dashing back into action. He slammed his head against her stomach and knocked her on her back.

Jones steadied the ship out and lined the cannons with the temple. "We're clear to fire, captain!"

Arid pointed forward. "Fire!"

The cannons rained heavy fire against the temple, breaking down the thick walls. The temple rumbled from the impacts, shaking off loose sand coated around.

Arid glared. "Prepare to fire again!"

Lyra kicked Wes off, with the Umbreon landing behind the pirate captain. He got up and took his mask off to prepare a Mystic Beam when his ears picked up a foreign noise. Lyra seemed to hear this, too, twitching her ears and looking around with innocent curiosity.

Arid looked over his shoulder. "What's got you gawking?"

Griffin and Drake battled close to the ship when the bounty hunter felt a new surge of magic join the fray. His eyes immediately targeted the temple and saw the distortions flying out the temple. The magical energy signature around them confirmed his suspicions. "Water Guardians!"

Humanoid shaped figures, much like the other elemental Guardians and Flint's, torpedoed through the water with no difficulty. They were perfectly melded with the water, yet retained their shape.

Everyone ceased fighting as the Guardians surrounded them with menacing leers. Ella backed away with Julius and Cheshire. "Oh great! What else could go wrong?!"

Indigo seemed to hear this nearby, then flailed her arms. "NEVER SAY THAT OUT LOUD!"


Within the temple, inside a near empty but large room with artistically designed walls and pillars, sat a figure in a blue cloak. He held an orb in his hand that allowed him to see all the action taking place outside.

The water mage, Calder, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm…I was expecting six treasure hunters, but not a gaggle of pirates." He shrugged. "Oh well, nothing to do about that." He raised his hand, then snapped his fingers. "Might as well have some fun with this."


Just as Indigo scolded Ella for her poor choice in wording, a sudden movement overcame them. Both treasure hunters and pirates felt around the water as a current formed around them, like a localized whirlpool centered around the temple.

They all screamed as they were thrown into swirling vortex and sent flying in circles around the temple. Even the aquatic Pokémon couldn't match the pushing force of the current and got thrown in with the rest.

The Wasteland rumbled, causing the crew and Wes to stagger around. Rico and Pain Train ran/flew to the top deck immediately. "Captain, we're caught in some sort of whirlpool!"

Arid gripped the bowsprit tightly. "The ship won't hold up against these waves forever! Jones, steer us out, now!"

"What about the rest of the crew?!" Jones shouted.

"Forget them." Jones glared up at Graham, who was sitting on top of the mast, watching the pathetic scene of his crew being thrown around. "They're useless, anyway. Might as well find new crew to work with."

Arid didn't approve of Graham's decision and glared into the whirlpool. "Grr…pray to the sea gods I don't get myself killed." He stuck his gauntlet out and focused on the sand to pull the crew in. He could feel him gaining control, but the sand wasn't strong enough to coalesce together against the currents. "These darn forces!"

The ship jittered again and Arid lost his grip on the bowsprit, sending him off the ship and outside the protective bubble.

"Captain!" Ambrosine shouted. The ship jumped again, knocking Ambrosine back and sending her over the railing. "AAHH!" She fell out the bubble, too.

"Shit!" Wes shouted. He could see his team flailing desperately through the waves. Wes quickly scanned the temple when he noticed the sides opening up with doors. They were being let in? He didn't question it as he looked at Lyra and yelled, "Lyra, if we don't want both our parties drowning, I need you to magnify my voice!"

The Zangoose quickly scampered over and placed her hands on both sides of Wes' head. The Umbreon inhaled deeply and let out a yell that pierced through the water, "Everyone! The temple's opening! Swim towards the temple!" Once he got his message through, he placed his mask on and dove out the bubble.

Arid held his breath and glared at Umbreon in annoyance. Pesky Umbreon. Can't say I'm not grateful. He directed his focus onto the temple and swam towards it as he spun.

Both treasure hunters and pirates converged on the temple, unable to swim towards their comrades. They were taking a gamble with where they'll end up.

Flint swam furiously towards the temple when he noticed the Steenee flying at him. He wanted to avoid her and let her worry about getting into the entrance herself, but he quickly noticed she was unconscious. Oh shit! His Guardian's arm appeared and grabbed Ambrosine before she flew past him. He wrapped his forelegs around her and placed his mask over her mouth, holding his breath as his Guardian's leg materialized around his hindlegs and kicked towards one of the provided entrances.

Ella psychically slowed herself down and threw herself towards an entrance before bolting in. Gwyn flailed through the water, but she was grabbed by the ankle thanks to Griffin, who dug his claws into the side. She squeaked in appreciation as he pulled her in and got them to safety inside. Tony used Light Speed as a buffer against the current. He used his scalchops to anchor himself down and march through with squinted eyes.

Wes paddled through the water before diving towards an entrance as well. This feels oddly familiar. He glared as the Water Guardians could be barely seen through the currents. Though, I don't think teamwork will be applied like last time. He glared inside the temple before swimming in. You've got explaining to do, Arid.

Soon, the rest of the pirates found entrances to access and got to safety. Jones fought against the waves, with Rico, Jeffery, Ray, Pain Train, Graham, Tyrone, and any other pirate aboard holding on tight as the Barbaracle jettison the ship from the currents. The ship rumbled from the release, causing all but Graham and Pain Train to fall down.

Rico groaned and sat up. His ears rang from the crash. "My head…everyone alright?"

Ray lay sprawled out on the ground with a deadpan expression. "For the most part…"

Pain Train floated up and glared at the temple as the doors closed up and the currents ceased. "It stopped."

Graham landed on the main deck with his hands in his pockets. "Proving that wasn't a natural occurring whirlpool." He smirked. "Seems whoever is protecting this sacred treasure is going out of their way to play games with us."

Pain Train glared. "You can't be serious…"

Lyra stood up and looked at the temple worriedly, but Jones placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do not worry, Lyra, they'll be fine. Our captain and our crew are strong." Lyra smiled weakly at the ship pilot.

Tyrone gripped the edge of the ship with a worried look. "But what about Ambrosine? This is her first big mission with us and she got thrown in with the currents."

Rico crossed his arms. "Well, we didn't see her getting thrown around before the whirlpool died, so that proves she's inside the temple. At the very least, she won't drown."

Jeffery landed on Rico's crest and crossed his wings. "Forget about that! How are we getting in?!"

"We could throw you out into the water-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"


Calder smiled at his orb, pleased with his handy work. "Hmm…seems everyone made it in safely." He saw multiple views of the Pokémon recovering from their shock. "I think it's time to have some fun, now." He snapped his fingers.

Water Guardians spawned behind him with their arms crossed. They were indeed humanoid, made up of water that heavily resembled armored plating. Their red eyes gleamed on their wielder, awaiting further instruction.

"You know the deal. Harm, but don't kill. I don't wish to go too far until they get here. Leave anyone who enters this room to me." The Water Guardians bowed, then retreated into the cracks of the walls and floor. Calder stood up and removed his hood, revealing himself as a Politoed. He paced around the room with the orb in hand, switching views on each intruder periodically. "Hmm…so this is the prophesized Team Ravenfield I have the honor of meeting?" He smiled gently.

"I look forward to testing their resolve."