When the Bellossom came up to the Furret's room, she had decorated herself with flowers and a small, silver necklace. Before Furret could say anything, Bellossom indicated it was time from them to head out.

Abigail adjusted her brown, hooded cape and golden necklace before she followed her downstairs. Helen led the way, pushing the door enough for both of them to go through and stopping it's swing to lock it behind them.

Furret followed Bellossom as they shared the streets with an increasing number of other people and carriages. Valor's main city only got more congested as they went further in.

Buildings started to line up like a grid and became taller. Wooden restaurants and small shops were starting to mix in with concrete banks and grocery stores when they changed their general direction.

Along the way, Furret only had to move for a few excited children from time to time. Other people tended to be in groups, so she didn't make any awkward eye contact with anyone as they went.

It was a bit noisy to talk, so Abigail just guessed where they were going instead. She didn't expect for them to walk inside of a small salon along a street with dense, touching buildings.

The floor of the salon was empty. Crowded desks and chair were all pushed against the walls leaving a light, wooden floor and a lot of space. A Breloom was waiting for them inside, pacing around until she saw them.

"I think we might have two winners after all," Anne greeted.

"Oh, stop," Helen smiled.

The Breloom brought Abigail's attention to a steel ladder that led through a small open spot in the ceiling by climbing it. She followed Helen up to the the cold roof, moving patiently while she went.

Once they got up, the Breloom closed the hatch behind them. The roof was an uncomfortable concrete, but there were colorful towels laid out everywhere. A Salazzle, Snubbull, and Pancham were already waiting close to the edge on different towels slightly leaning over the short concrete wall.

Furret sat next to the Bellossom on the end of the row they made and looked out over the street. None of the carriages or people looked up them from below, looking like moving artwork from here instead of a crowd.

"Pretty exciting. Right, Abigail?" Bellossom asked.

"I guess. Getting a close look isn't bad," Furret replied.

"I was having a rough day here with a few customers yesterday," Breloom said. "I'm relieved I have a break."

"People can get pretty nasty when it comes to looking just right," the Snubbull said.

"How nasty we talkin' about?" Pancham asked.

Anne only chuckled to herself slightly, further intriguing the others. Abigail wouldn't mind hearing, either.

"Ok," the Breloom said, "alright. I'll tell you. It was a Clefairy. She was being snotty and rude the whole time without even thinking about it."

"How?" the Salazzle asked.

"She was on her phone the whole time. Never even looked at me. Talking in sentences with only verbs and stuff. And when she did look at me, she looked at me like I was disgusting and acted all surprised."

"You're goin' easy," Pancham said. Tell us the good story."

"Well... Okay," she conceded, "there was this Vulpix who yelled at me. She said I didn't make her fur shiny enough, but she ended up just being covered head to toe in the gel at the end and then got mad at me again. After the second outburst, I just sent her out into the street like that. I wish I was more patient."

"Patience is what she was missing," the Snubbull said.

"I can't imagine much practice for patience being normal around here," Furret said. "You don't really have to wait to get just about anything."

"Yah, definitely," Salazzle agreed.

The Breloom continued to tell a few more stories, but Furret was staring down over the streets. There was more activity here than she'd really ever seen before. She was pretty satisfied just watching it from a distance.

"The parade's starting soon, so all I'll say is that they just broke up in the middle of my store," Breloom said.

"Yikes," Pancham said, "what do you even do?"

"Silently hope they leave," she replied. "Or called the Nightlights and just kind of hope."

Anne continued to tell stories, starting a long, long trend. Abigail didn't really want to tell her stories, but she was calmly and happily listening to them while she looked out over the street.

Abigail listened to them talk about stories of people they had to deal with during their work for a few hours. She had lots of patience when it came to waiting, so she enjoyed listening to them.

Eventually, there was a bit of a lull while they were eating some snacks Anne had in her salon. As it went on into the evening, the streets started to get absolutely insane. Abigail swore she saw some people who couldn't even move in the crowds.

"Where is the parade starting from?" Furret asked.

"Not sure. It's really long, so it should be visible soon," Bellossom said.

"I'm checkin on it now," Pancham said, "on my phone."

"Oh, so their identities are out?" Snubbull asked.

"A Quilava, named Gawain Acuity. The Maroonians apparently didn't tell him he was a prince till yesterday... Yikes. A Buizel named Zen Verity. And a Zorua with the shiny gene named Aaron Valor. Nicknamed Blue cause of the shiny gene, wow."

"Okay, now I'm really excited," the Bellossom yelped.

"Me too," Snubbull said.

"I'm curious what a parade looks like," Furret said.

"Haven't you seen a movie with a parade in it?" Pancham asked.

"A movie?"

The pokemon looked down the row at the Furret a short moment before she backtracked.

"Oh, those. Right. I know movies. Yah," she stuttered, "but, uhm. No. I only saw a spy movie."

"Well, you're about to," Pancham shrugged."They're starting at dusk in forty-five minutes. They'll pass by here an hour in."

About fifty minutes later, Helen and her friends were crawling and whining to each other about the extra five minute wait until the parade started.

People on the streets were swept to the edges and slightly into buildings. Down the road, Abigail could see them carrying blue, pink, and yellow flags with the Valorian, Veritan, and Maroonian emblems on them that sent a cheering that fizzled down the lines of people on the edges of the street.

A band of people of all different kinds of species and wagons followed behind them. Abigail didn't know any of the music or seemingly important pokemon sitting on the wagons, but could kind of make guesses from the crowd's reactions on how big they were.

As night started to settle and the lamp posts turned on under the starry night, Abigail started daydreaming about food watching the smaller balloons of different species float down the street. She wasn't sure why considering she wasn't hungry, but she had a bit of a chill and shiver in her muscles.

"Uhm, do we have any snacks?" Furret asked quietly.

"Leroy," Pancham said.

The Snubbull shoulder Pancham slightly, making her giggle.

"I'm sorry, ok? Just look at him!"

Furret watched her arm pointing at a Persian with shiny fur at the center of one of the wagons. He was looking around with a passive smile on his face.

"Uhm, you mean those onion potato chips?" Abigail asked.

Bellossom looked at the Furret with stunned face, but didn't say anything. The other pokemon giggled to themselves while the Pancham continued to talk about the rapper relentlessly.

"They're actually moving at a good clip till they get closer to the inner city," Snubbull said. "The prince's wagon will be impossible to miss."

"Of course," Salazzle agreed. "The amount of guarding will be huge. That's all the royalty on the continent. The wood's probably sacred if it isn't solid gold."

"Looks like solid gold," Pancham said.

Furret leaned in with the others to look further down the street. There was yellow light shining on the walls of the buildings, and huge, high-pitch roars sounding from the other block. The noise quickly went up the street into her ears from all directions.

"Okay, Abigail! Stand up so they can see you!" Helen yelped.

"They're not even here yet," Abigail said.

The Bellossom eagerly pushed her onto her feet while the other pokemon stood up around her. They started telling her completely different things to do.

"Hey, which do you want me to do?" Abigail asked loudly.

"Just look chill," Pancham said.

"So fake. Give em a smile!" Bellossom said.

"Sing as loud as you can," Salazzle said. "Well, if it won't hurt anybody. You sound like a singer."

"Okay, I think smiling and waving is much more normal," Furret replied.

"Just be yourself," Snubbull said. "How do you normally greet someone new?"

"Not surrounded by other people telling me how," Furret said.

"It's close," Pancham said, "just make something up. You'll be fine."

The pokemon marching side by side in front were all clearly guards. There was a long line of them going down taking wide, formal strides and decorated with the different banners completely. The lack of order between who had which emblems spread a spirit of unity for the people watching.

There were three beds of pink, blue, and yellow flowers that were set on the stairs leading up to it. There were bright lights on each of the corners of the wagon, reflecting strongly off of the metals and jewelry.

A Mightyena, Samurott, Serperior, and Umbreon were all sitting on different, ornate velvet cushions. The Quilava, shiny Zorua, and Buizel were all walking around waving at different groups of pokemon on different sides. Although the wooden wagon was the same as others, the top of it at least was definitely covered in gold.

After they got just a bit closer, Abigail could make out a few pokemon sitting on the stairs and off the edges of the flat wagon along with the flowers. All of them were young, teenage girls.

Each one of them had at least triple the amount of accessories she had. She couldn't help but laugh at it a little, getting Helen's attention.

"What is it?" Bellossom asked.

"Yah, nope. Sorry," Furret said.

"Yaaaaaah, whoops," Pancham said.

"Hey!" Bellossom frowned at Pancham, "Mary!"

"Just kidding," she said, "you're fine. Perfect."

"It doesn't matter," Furret said. "I'm having fun. It all looks amazing."

Furret looked over the edge at the wagon while the soldiers started to pass under the building. She observed the three prince's body language.

The Buizel was a little stiff, but legitimately happy. He was politely talking with just about anyone with a kind smile. The Zorua was acting really wildly, talking with the girls and the crowd at the same time. He was all big-eyed and constantly moving some part of his body.

The Quilava was staring back in her general direction. It was hard to tell if he was making eye contact, but when Furret changed her expression to curiosity he seemed to react somehow.

The Zorua came and nudged him with his head when he was standing frozen. He started to talk, but his eyes got wide surprise when he looked in the same direction Quilava had been. Buizel was bending down talking to some other younger pokemon sweetly, but had his attention taken the same way after looking at the others.

"What are they looking at?" Abigail asked.

Furret turned around after asking, and the other pokemon were looked right at their bursting point.

Helen and her friends popped and screamed out excitedly. It could've been the close distance, but they were loud enough for the Furret to flinch and cover her ears. Her face felt warm, and she covered it a bit with the edge of her tail.

"Guys, stop yelling..." Abigail said.

The group clearly couldn't hear her over themselves. They were already failing at trying to suppress themselves. If they weren't screaming, they were jumping up and down or swinging their bodies around.

All three princes looking at right at her made her want to disappear over the roof, but the group behind her was in a semi-circle blocking her from moving. Her tail felt like some sort of last line of defense.

Still just slightly ahead of the building, the Buizel waved at her from the wagon to come down. Abigail was a bit to worried that the group behind her would push her off the roof.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my. Ok," Bellossom huffed, "Anne?"

Breloom had already opened the hatch leading to the first floor.

"This is happening!" Pancham screamed.

"Remember the tail!" Salazzle called out.

"Got it," Furret said shakily.

Abigail's limbs shook on her way down the ladder. The whole ladder vibrated a bit from the intensity, although the noise stopped when the Breloom started to make here way down with her.

When Abigail got down, Breloom hurried her out the door outside. Right out of the door, there was a Braixen with an indigo scarf with all three emblems on it waiting in front of the door.

"Follow me up here please," Braixen said, "and may I get a name?"

"Abigail Frisk," Furret said, "is this for the, uhm, uh...

"Yup," Braixen smiled, "we're going to have you sit on the wagon. Come right this way, Abigail."

Furret glanced back at Breloom before she followed the Braixen out. She was smiling ear to ear giving her signs of her own confidence.

The walk was short, but to get to the wagon from the side of the street they had to break apart the pattern of the marchers slightly. Once they got there, Braixen had her sit on the edge with her feet hanging off with a couple others nearby. Pink, yellow, and blue flowers were on display in sturdy looking vases on both sides of her.

As the wagon continued, Furret waved up to the roof embarrassingly as she passed. Their smaller, parting cries sent her fur crawling with their energy.

Abigail looked behind herself at the top of the wagon. The princes were still going around talking and waving to different people. The other girls near her were also waving, but weren't speaking nearly as much. Abigail just generally copied their actions. With most of the eyes pointed over her head, she felt pretty comfortable considering the crowds.

Abigail wasn't sure how long the parade would last, but she lost sense of time. There was a lots of variety in how the city's streets were laid out that she never really went to. It was hard to see details with all of the crowds, but she could tell the streets definitely had money behind them as the buildings in a line grew into towers.

After a short while, the Zorua with the shiny gene above her inched towards her head in a less crazy area as they were moving. Furret pretended not to notice him there, but was pretty aware he was approaching her awkwardly. Furret turned around slowly and blinked when she saw him to act a little surprised.

"Oh, hello," Abigail greeted.

"Hi. There. Uhm, nice to meet you," Zorua said. "What's your name?

"Abigail," she answered.

"Nice to meet you, Abigail. Wait, I..." Zorua seemed to notice he repeated himself, but swiftly kept moving in the conversation. "So, are you from around here?"

"Well, I'm from the countryside," Furret said. "I'm from pretty far into it, too. I guess what I'm wearing is pretty strange."

"No, no. It's not strange. It's, uhm, chill..." Zorua said. "Wait... Uhm... Legit... No, not what I meant. Like, for real."

Abigail could see a small bead of sweat on his forehead.

"I think I understood what you meant when you said 'legit'," Furret said. "Thanks for choosing me. I haven't seen most of this city."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well, been busy and keeping to myself. If I came here, I'd just be wandering around aimlessly alone."

"I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends tonight," Zorua said, "and I'll, uhm, talk to you later. Maybe at the fountains before we start."

"Of course," Abigail nodded.

Abigail watched him walk back around talking to the crowds again. She was able to feel the other pokemon sitting eyeing her a bit, but wasn't bothered. The Zorua was likely talking about the fountains around the Nightlight Association's tall black and neon blue tower. She could tell they were going to close in on it soon by the slightly, blue hue on the sides of some of the towers.

The wagon continued to spiral down the busiest streets, never going straight to the building until they had passed through every street in the area. Abigail took in the tour of lights and signs for shops she didn't know about, feeling more and more happy to be here as they circled towards the Nightlight Tower.

There were four fountains on the sides of the perfectly square building. Law enforces from the Nightlights made an area for the wagon to continue and close in on the emptier area as the front of the parade dispersed around the building.

Using white barriers, a circular area was sectioned off around one of the decently large marble fountains. The royalty above Abigail on the main part of the wagon didn't seem to look like they were moving anytime soon.

Once the wagon stopped moving, different pokemon approached the sides of the wagon and started to help them step down onto the ground. Furret had a Sunflora come and guide her towards a line the pokemon were forming towards the fountain. After they were all set, pokemon started to set their eyes back on the wagon.

A Mightyena stood up with a small heave and made his way to the center of the wagon. The constant background noise from talking quickly faded away as his head swiveled and gazed out over the completely filled space behind . Mightyena raised his voice for the crowd impressively.

"Tonight is a celebration of Valorian, Veritan, and Maroonian lives that have gathered here today. We are proud of our sons for beginning a search for lifelong friends, allies, and partners that could be found here tonight. So let's begin!"

The crowd lightly applauded as a Vulpix stepped onto the rim of the fountain, and the pokemon had a floating wooden platform she stood on. She was pushed towards the center of the fountain, shaking while she was standing. She was wearing a long, pink scarf and gold earrings, necklaces, rings, and a silver tiara.

An object stuck out to Abigail on her wrist. The slight specks of red on it showed it was poking into its body.

After she reached the dead center, the Vulpix sat down and closed her eyes. Psychic type pokemon stirred the water while others put a couple of powders into it sending a rainbow of color into it. After breathing heavily, the Vulpix's body seemed to become very still.

The colors in the water settled, settling into recognizable scenery. A strange, feminine voice seemed to sound from the water itself, emanating through the area.

"I was born in the mountains, and remember it fondly during my childhood. My heart's still running with my dad in flower fields, even though they've retired themselves to working nonstop trying to make some sort of point. I've grown up very privileged, but all I want to do in my life is go back to the flower fields with whoever the love of my life is."

The voice faded away as the Vulpix opened her eyes. She looked tired suddenly as they pulled her back with psychic abilities to the rim. Furret peered her head past the line to see what was going on ahead better.

Pokemon took the band from her wrist and covered it with bandages before carefully guiding her inside of the building. Abigail started to have a general idea of what they were doing from how she looked.

The device was to tap into her energy for the reading that the psychic pokemon made. The powders were arranged with incredible skill in the water for the scenery of the mountainsides and one or two memories to be visible.

Abigail was a bit worried now. She spent her entire life so far training her energy to make it more powerful and harness it. The natural effect had to be more vivid reading. Much more. She thought about it as they went on to the next pokemon, panicked from how close she was to going.

Up next, a Bulbasaur with a crown of flowers and lots of flowery accessories was sent towards the center of the fountain and closed her eyes. The voice started up in a whisper again.

"I was born in the lively inner city. Every morning, I tell myself I am beautiful, strong, and heroic. I believe in myself. I am worthy of anyone's love. I go to school everyday and compete with the other girls to make sure I can stay on top of the world. I am beautiful, strong, and heroic!"

As they brought the Bulbasaur back, Abigail realized most of the line was behind her. There was only a single Pikachu standing in front of her that had started to walk forward before her turn. She immediately started to second guess the whole experience.

The Pikachu had on a short pink skirt with a tiara and gold accessories. When she closed her eyes, the scenery in the fountain changed to a school classroom.

"I'm the most popular girl in school. I have success in my future, because I'm beautiful. My parents think that I need more experiences, but they're just stupid. I know what's best for me. I'm more than worthy of princes, and soon someone will realize that. I rock."

Furret waited until the Pikachu was brought all the way back to the ground before walking forward stiffly. She was a little less nervous considering the precedent, but still didn't ask details about this that she probably should have. They brought another bracelet with a spike and put it on her wrist, but she didn't even flinch from being pricked by it.

She politely let a Servine and Ivysaur help her onto the wooden platform with their vines before they began pushing her out onto the shaking water. With eyes on her, she took a deep breath and focused only on what she was feeling.

The bracelet was the first thing that came to mind. She could feel her energy being affected by it, likely in a different way from the other pokemon because of her training. Although she was scared about how it would go out, she closed her eyes and smelled the strange scent coming from the water.

The world was fading away, making her feel seasick for a short moment. Her head was swimming, and she could feel her thoughts rushing.

Suddenly, she felt different. She was smaller, and the ground was stable dirt. Abigail wasn't making herself run, but she was skipping happily without telling herself to do anything.

She was surrounded by tall corn she couldn't see past, moving clumsily. It took her a moment, but she recognized the memory. Her heart was worried and sad, but her body as a Sentret was still moving with a smile plastered on her face.

When she got past the corn towering over her, Abigail already knew what she was seeing. A Lombre being dragged away while a Furret watched helplessly. She dropped the flowers on the ground and ran straight for the Lombre.

A Nidoking stopped her long before she could get close to her father. Reality started to feel strange. The voice sounded as the memory seemed to pause.

"I am Abigail Frisk. My mom was a world-class explorer named Jessie Frisk, and my dad was a retired crime lord Rick Frisk. When I was seven, the Nightlight Association caught up to my father on our own farmland and took him away from me."

Abigail was suddenly a Sentret outside on a hill with her mother at her side. Both of their faces were stained with tears, and she could feel the sadness in her body all over again.

"Me and my mother made a plan to get him back despite a life sentence. She started my training to become the Overlord Rank Nightlight a week after he was taken. First, she taught me how a we're meant to use their energy as I relearned how to walk and run. She also told me daily about places we could go after we got dad back.."

Her memories skipped her somewhere else. She was running alongside a Jolteon high in the snowy mountains, now a Furret again.

"Sarah taught me the old ways of using our senses and bringing out our feelings for ourselves."

Her memories skipped again. This time, a Musharna was reading her a story while she was curled up in a small nest outside at night in the woods. As she closed her eyes, Musharna smiled.

"Laurence showed me how to lead and make strategies."

She was shot into another new set of feelings. She was punching at a Marshadow who didn't even have his hands raised in front of him, staring blankly avoiding effortlessly. It was a cold, dark cave with rocks and dirt outside in the night.

"Joshua showed me pain. Trial and error. I couldn't leave until I could actually beat him."

This time, Abigail had a good feeling of where she was going. The very top of a snowy mountain, with a Melloetta sitting with crossed legs beside her. Both of their eyes were cold, and the snow that touch them became steam.

"The final step in mastering my energy, learned from Yen. My love for my dad and my mom gave me meaning. Purpose. I would move to Valor and join the Nightlight Association when I turned sixteen years old, assuming I passed one last test."

Abigail stood in the middle of grassy plains. She was surrounded by all of her teachers, including her mother standing on a hill looking down at her. The sight of her was already burned into her brain.

It was around midday, with the sun right above her back. The Furret stood down looking at her with a smile and a large, plain iron shield on her arm. All of the tension came rushing back to her.

A part of Abigail was proud as her memories took her through the battle all over again. She was only slightly rusty now, but in the memory her skills were flawless. Every attack she used landed, and she only ever got hit fighting her mother.

It definitely felt like it was over faster than she realized, bringing her back to some of her most recent memories. Time skipped over them quickly. All of her fighting blended together in her mind.

A pokemon at one of the many desks in the tower told Abigail her father had died from sickness while imprisoned. She didn't even make it home that evening when she received a call on the street outside of the new, temporary home her mother and her going to live in.

Her mother had passed away in an accident on her way to the city.

She always had the dull emptiness left behind, but the sharp pain was always there if she looked for it. Luckily, she didn't stay in that head-space for long, unlike what actually happened.

"Others try to help me, but I'm still there."

Her memories went to many different areas, all happening in the quieter areas of the city. She was always fighting off some thief or group of thugs with ease, not even needing an extra breath.

"Every time there's a cry for help in the night, I answer. But even still, everything I've worked for feels like its been reduced to rubble. Part of me thinks that maybe it wasn't all for nothing just yet. Every night it's out, I just stare at the North Star hoping that I can be that guiding light my parents wanted me to be. I promise one way or another, I will be."

Abigail felt like it was over, but a new strange feeling was taking shape in her vision. She expected to be back over the water, but she was on solid, clean marble. Still water shining in starlight was all around her and the square white rock she was standing on, stretching out past the horizon and reflecting the starry, unfamiliar sky.

Furret turned around in place after hearing a tiny noise. There was a Cinccino with deep blue eyes standing poised. Her outstretched arm held a lavender object like a sword facing her. Right in front of Furret's eyes, a deep blue sharp mask grew onto the Cinccino's face in an instant.

Being able to control her own actions meant this wasn't a memory. She also doubted this was normal. The scenery alone wasn't even normal for a dream.

"Very interesting," Cinccino said. Her stable, deep voice was unnerving.

"What is this?" a voice sounded. Abigail recognized it as the Mightyena's voice from earlier.

"It's not a memory. I don't know what's happening," another said. "Her energy is strong from all of that training. It's making so much visible, but this isn't normal."

"Uhm, should I be worried about this?" Abigail asked. "If this isn't normal?"

"Wait... She can hear us. This is happening now. That shouldn't be the case," a voice said. "Wait, that Cinccino's weapon. No way. No way."

The Cinccino rushed forward, already showing she wasn't a normal fighter from pure speed. Furret focused in on her weapon, suddenly feeling the intensity of the strangely shaped indigo horn. Energy was shooting off from it like lightning like it could burn limbs off in a swipe.

Furret sidestepped her initial dash forward and started to back up away from her quick swings. As it raced in front of her, it left streaks of heat in the air she could still feel from feet away.

"Dad, what do we do?" the Zorua's voice asked.

"I don't know!" a gruff voice said. "Everyone stay calm! It's still happening inside of her mind."

After ducking under a swing, Furret punched the Cinccino's exposed side. She didn't seem to flinch as she spun around with a roundhouse kick that went straight into Furret's chest. She continued to chase her while Furret was still trying to get back on her feet, just barely making it in time.

After swiveling around another swing, Furret punched again. Cinccino caught it and grabbed her hand. With a single arm, Cinccino threw Furret above her body and slammed her to the ground, slicing at her body with her other arm.

Furret used Iron Tail to try take the swing, but the pain still shot up through her whole body instantly. When she yelled, the Cinccino paused and started walking calmly in a circle around her while Abigail struggled on the ground trying to move.

"Very slow from not training in a while, but impressive lasting power against a fully realized Scion. We're impressed."

As soon as Abigail questioned it in her mind, water broke up into the air. Winds started to make the Cinccino's fur dance in the air in random directions.

Abigail got up off the ground shakily and looked above them. A white pokemon landed on the ground, making the wind quickly settle. It had a long neck and a dragon's body, with its enormous wings appearing as hands. It's face was covered with the same deep, blue mask the Cinccino had.

Abigail recognized the wings as the symbol of the Nightlight Association. They belonged to Lugia. She backed away slowly from it, but didn't look away. It stood like a proud vulture with a blank, hunting expression.

"This is fine for now," Cinccino said, "we'll continue next time. You succeeded."

Abigail got a sudden dizzy feeling. She fell over into cold water, a dull tired feeling weighing her down. The colors were dark and muddled at first, but suddenly grew to be a bright orange and yellow color.

A vine from a pokemon reached down into the water. She grabbed it and tugged it by the hand, promptly feeling it quickly pull her up. She took a deep breath when her head popped above the water.

An Ivysaur was holding onto her with it's vine all the way from the edge of the fountain while other pokemon that were in the water grabbed her and helped her keep afloat. The water below her was still murky, but she saw the solid gold color again.

The usually brown fur on her hands was colored gold, along with the rings of brown fur along her body. She couldn't see much of her reflection, but the color of her face seemed smudged with it.

The kind of tired feeling she had felt unnaturally strong. She couldn't muster up enough attention to even answer the pokemon next to her asking her questions. They noticed she was out of it, directing others to move and respond. She could tell when they brought her out of the water, but passed out.