Author's Note: A pretty short chapter this time, but, hey, Palkia POV! That's something new. Trying to get into his head was fun.
Chapter Twelve: A Twist In Space
Something was wrong.
Palkia wasn't sure what it was, but he could feel it. He'd been getting odd twinges all day long—and this wasn't even the first time it had happened. It had occurred several times over the past few days, too.
It was similar to time Darkrai had been acting up, now that he thought about it. At the same time, it was slightly different… That had been more of a dull-but-persistent throbbing sensation. It was the vague unease that something would happen if he didn't intervene, and he'd fortunately helped stop it before it got that far.
This, too, was an oddly uneasy feeling. It was more precise, though. Or, rather, it was stronger when it did happen—though it was spaced out more. It wasn't constant, and that was the biggest difference.
Still…no matter what the differences were, the fact was that Palkia knew he had a problem. He had to figure out what was going on and stop it before it got further. After all, he'd done it last time (albeit with help), and Palkia wasn't going to let anything else happen again.
Granted, he'd been wrong on a few details last time, too. Palkia would admit that he'd been too hasty and nearly blamed the wrong Pokémon before. He didn't want to get thrown off again; he needed to get the right target.
As much as he wanted to rush off and find out now, he needed more details. Palkia could sense the twinges of distortion, but he couldn't tell where they were coming from. And that was something he could focus on. If he paid close attention, Palkia was sure he could figure it out on his own. If they were all coming from the same general area, then he could head there and get more information.
Palkia closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Focus—there! He thought he felt something concrete again. But, wait, that couldn't be right…
Palkia frowned and opened his eyes. He had to be mistaken, but…
This warranted some careful investigation, and he'd go himself if it happened again. If what he'd felt was accurate, then it wasn't something he could ignore.