The Adventure Saga, Part III: The Truth Behind Us Chapter 54: Reforging Bonds, a pokémon fanfic

Hello my reviewers! I'm updating this simply because I need to ask a quick question. My progress so far is that I'm approaching the Elite Four, and i'm wondering what you guys want; would you want me to write out each individual battle with the E4? I'm wondering because outside of BW, all other games had E4 being an after story. But these battles are a part of the plot of the story.

I'm thinking of either writing out all the battles completely, cutting between the battles(so Hilda starts a battle, defeats some mons, it cuts to a different scene, maybe N and Alder's battle alongside some others?, then it goes back to Hilda's POV either starting or finishing a second battle), writing out the battles completely, or skipping over them in favor of just finishing the story and getting to "the big battles" with N, Ghetsis, Team Plasma, so on and so forth.

Lemme know in the reviews! Thank you!

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Start Date: June 2nd, X017

Current Date: January 14th, X018

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"Saburo, any success?" Anthea glanced at Saburo as he hung upside down in front of her. Silently, he reached into his pocket and dropped two small items into her hand. A simple black hair tie, along with a single red bangle. Wrapping her fingers around it, she glanced at him. "Thank you."

"I need to go to Icirrus. Ghetsis's orders." Saburo said, flipping so that he was standing in front of her, kneeling down. Anthea went to her knees too, remaining quietly in the shadows.

"With your brothers, I'm assuming." Anthea lowered her gaze.

"Lord Ghetsis…" Saburo trailed off. "N said it was time to begin a new era."

Anthea felt her heart palpitate a little. Clutching the two items close to her chest, she felt a small tremble in her hand.

"We're running out of time." she whispered. "Natural was wavering before, but now…"

"I…" Saburo was quiet. Reaching out, he wrapped his hands around hers. "We can leave, you and I…"

"No, we can't." her voice was quiet, so quiet. She was afraid of who was listening, of who could hear. "He would find us, hunt us down no matter where we go…"

"Not if we hide in the shadows."

"… I can't leave Concordia." Anthea felt her heart pang again. It hurt. It was painful. "I can't leave her here, we can't run away. My sister, your brothers… Even Natural. We'll be found, and dragged back, just to watch him… Watch him do…"

Anthea trailed off, tears brimming as she squeezed his hands tightly. Ghetsis never broke someone by hurting them, it was hurting the people they were closest to. It was how he 'broke' Hun, through Attila. It was a pattern, over and over.

"Please, Saburo, you can't run away." she begged him. "I can't do this all alone, I need your help."

"… I made a promise to you," Saburo spoke quietly. "I won't leave unless you want to."

"Then when we leave," Anthea continued. "We leave together, all of us."

"Yes." Saburo nodded once. "I need to go, though. Please, this next step is very risky, I need you to promise to be careful."

"I wouldn't promise anything less."

"Thank you." Saburo said as they stood. "Goodbye."

Before Anthea could utter a word, Saburo disappeared. Anthea hovered until his presence had disappeared, and then she hurried back to her room, adjacent to her sisters. As she opened the door, she saw Concordia curled up on her bed peacefully asleep, surrounded by stuffed animals, pillows, and flowers in various vases and plant pots. It was the room Concordia had desperately wanted as a child, a room she now took complete solace in.

"Concordia," she whispered gently, shaking her sister awake. Anthea hated to disturb her, as she never slept anywhere else, but she needed her now. "Concordia, wake up, I have a request for you."

Concordia blinked her eyes open, then yawned.

"Good morning, Annie." she said slowly, softly. Stretching her arms above her head, she blinked into focus. "What do you need?"

Removing her own square bracelet from her arm, Anthea held it out with the single bangle and the hairband.

"I need you to induce a dream."

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To my little brats some some people might call pokémon,

Eevee, Samurott, Lilligant, Zebstrika, Victini, Braviery.

I'm not good at this sentimental garbage, you all know this. But I can't stay here and risk you guys being hurt. That's why Nuvema Town was blown up, why all those people were hurt. Because they were the damned target to get to me. I didn't take Ghetsis seriously. I didn't take it seriously enough.

So I'm leaving. I'm going to be on the run for a while. I just don't know what else to do, but I know you guys might be the most level-headed of everyone. I need you all to support them in my place.

Bianca, Cheren, and Black should all be on the same page with these letters. I know I'm asking so much of you, but you've gotta look after them for me.

Lilligant and Samurott, stay with Bianca. She'll really, really need your bubbly personality, Lilligant. Chant and cheer her on in her dreams, whatever she chooses to do! Samurott, I know you have the strength to carry everyone through, and Bianca, Lilligant… She needs your strength. Both of you… I know that you can carry her through in my place! If anyone approaches her other than Cheren, kill them. The end.

Zebstrika and Braviery, go with Cheren. Be nice! But also keep him on his toes. I think that he might need a lot of help to get through this. Zebstrika, you have a way about you that makes people want to work hard. I think it's called 'to high expectations', but I had to work my ass off for your respect. Braviery, Cheren's gonna need your steady leadership. He's got a cool head, but with his Dad… I think he could respect your guidance. You've gotta new flock to protect, you better do a good job!

Eevee, Victini… Stick with Black. I know you're probably asking why, but he, well, he doesn't seem to do to well on his own. I know, Victini, you'll be safe with him. Plus he has a Keldeo, you two could catch up on… whatever legendaries talk about in all their years when they aren't fighting and shit. Eevee, it's kinda like with Victini, since you're not common here, but I know that you'll look after him. You know, I worry about him. I always thought he was strange, but I… Well, Eevee, I know you'll make certain that he keeps going to find his sister. You've gotta keep that promise for me, in my place. I know you will.

Hilda

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Hilda had huddled herself under a tree, setting up her tent in a small, enclosed thicket with hopes of getting an hour or two of sleep before she took off again. Things were cold and lonely and fucking sucked, but it was a path she had to take.

She didn't end up sleeping much. Even as a kid she always had Eevee to snuggle with, and it's lonely. And as the day rolled into night, Hilda trudging closer and closer to Opelucid City. her plan was to get to Undella and hitch a ride on a boat to somewhere new. Ghetsis had to have a lead on where she was at this point, or he will, sooner or later. So her plan should go perfectly.

She had stopped for the night, finding herself another alcove of trees, hiding herself off the path, to set up camp. Hilda never realized how much she hated setting up camp until she didn't have someone to help her out with it. Between the two of them, Black was the survivalist who had all the know-how when it came to this crap, or at least a lot more than she herself.

As she pulled her tent together, she gathered some twigs and such that she found at the base of the trees, then tried to light them.

"Come on…" Hilda muttered, shivering a little. The spark wasn't catching on at all. "Come on… Dammit, where the fuck is Reshiram when you need 'im?"

She tried again. No spark. Again. No spark. Again…

Hilda could feel the frustration welling in her as each attempt to get it to light failed again and again.

The sun was getting lower in the sky as she struggled with the fire.

"FUCKING HELL!"

Fed up, Hilda hurled the flint and the knife as far as it would go, tears of rage falling down her cheeks as she sat at her pile of soggy wood that wouldn't light. Of course it wouldn't light, it was fucking wet. Zekrom, she was a fucking idiot…

"Fine." Hilda muttered, scrambling into her tent and zipping it closed. "FINE!"

Not even bothering to remove her boots or coat and gloves, she squeezed into her sleeping back and zipped it up as tight as it would go. She was still a little cold but she could deal with it, it didn't fucking matter.

Closing her eyes, she tried to will herself to sleep as the world around her was deathly quiet.

"Is that out of your system, Hilda?"

Hilda covered her ears, shivering. Now she was fucking hearing things….

Something scratched at her tent.

"I know you're having a moment but could you politely open this please, it's cold."

Hilda blinked, then lifted her head.

"… Eevee?"

"Yes, now can we talk instead of running away from our problems?"

Hilda slowly unzipped the zipper, and Eevee bounded inside, shaking snow off his fur. Hilda felt tears gather around her eyes as Eevee glanced at her. She held out her arms, and expectedly, he leapt into them. His warmth was a welcome respite to the cold, and she didn't realize how much she missed her pokémon until she was holding Eevee once again.

"Wow, you must be doing rough if you're crying like this…" Eevee said, trying to soothe her. He let her cry for a little while more, before she calmed down and there was utter silence. "Hilda…"

Her name broke the silence of the night. Hilda lifted her head as Eevee glanced up at her.

"Why are we out here?" he asked, glancing around. "You haven't left your room for so long, only Black and Vale have been looking after us… Why are you, specifically, here now, in the cold, while it's snowing, in the dead of night? Alone?"

"Well…" Hilda trailed off, gaze breaking with Eevee as she tried to figure out what to say. "I…"

"You and I both know you can't lie, and even if you could," Eevee pawed at her shirt. "I would see through it."

"I wasn't going to lie." Hilda muttered, averting her gaze. "I just… How are you out here?"

"We can sense you inside our pokéballs , Hilda. Call it what you will. A sixth sense, a bond, friendship… We've been trying to check in with you, but your door was always locked." Eevee shook his head with a sigh. "You know, Samurott and Zebstrika wanted to bust your door in. Braviery reared them in, and then Victini said something snarky, so they had something else to take their frustrations out on."

"Is that so?" Hilda smiled a wry smile, wondering what Victini said. Probably something about his brilliance and how to brilliantly approach their trainer.

Or maybe to give up on me… He is the impatient type, but is he pompous enough?

"Lilligant hasn't stopped crying." he said, circling her slowly, as if afraid she was going to bolt, so he was going to make sure he could latch onto her if she did.

"Oh." was all Hilda could muster to say. Lilligant was just… She was so optimistic and bubbly, that it almost broke her heart, hearing she was crying.

"She's worried. We all are." Eevee stopped in front of her, sitting firmly on his rear to stare up at her. "Where are you going, Hilda?"

She kept quiet for a moment.

"I… I don't know." Hilda finally sighed. Tears welled in her eyes. "I don't know where I'm going, Eevee… I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's different, coming from you." Eevee's ears fell back, concerned. "You're not the type to admit to any weakness…"

"I thought my plan was simple and easy. I thought I could do it. You know, Eevee? I just wanted to be the Champion so I could pay back my Mom for doing her best, but now… Now she's paralyzed from the waist down, and it's my fault." she squeezed Eevee a little tighter, thankful for the reassurance that she wasn't alone. "… It's my fault. Eevee, you know Nuvema was blown up because it was important to me. It was my home, those people raised me and helped my Mom and me when we needed it… All because Ghetsis has his eyes on me."

Hilda lowered her head, tears brimming again.

"Like, that's the thanks I can give? To my Mom, to all those people? A fuck off, here I go, buh-bye? Your home is decimated because Team Plasma and Ghetsis are fucking insane, sorry!"

"That's not how you left them."

"But it feels that way!" Hilda exclaimed through her tears. "If I had known, when I left home in June, that it would be the last time I was there, the last time I would see some of those people… Shit, Eevee, I would have done it differently! I fucking sassed one of Bianca's workers… I would have warned them, or at least said goodbye! Now these people are hurt and dead, and it's because of me…"

"So you decided to leave, in hopes to protect us."

Hilda lifted her head, sniffling and crying, then nodded once.

"I just thought… I thought I'd do what my Dad did, you know?" she trailed off, a painful smile on her face. "He left Mom, left me, so that I could be normal, or as normal as I could be, considering I'm a freak of nature… He travelled around the world because he wanted Ghetsis to think that he was the heir to the Veritas hero shit, but… But I'm here. And since I figured this out, since this all became a big deal, people have been in danger. Well… If I'm gone, then so will the danger, right? If I'm gone, then Mom, Dad, Cheren, Bianca, Black, you guys… You'll be able to rest at ease, because Ghetsis will leave you alone."

"Is that what you really think Hilda, or what you're telling yourself?" Eevee asked, placing a paw on her shoe. "What else is it?"

"Eevee…" Hilda trailed off, clenching her fists so hard her hands shook. Then, she felt herself beginning to ugly cry, breath hitching in her throat as tears blurred her vision. She scrubbed at her eyes, partially hiding her face from Eevee. "I… I don't know how I'm going to win. I can't win against something like Team Plasma. I'm not… I'm an asshole, and I can't convince people to follow me or support me. I don't talk pretty enough for that. So what's the other route? Crush everything in my path like I have been? Look where that got me! People I love are dead."

She heaved out a breath of air, then inhaled.

"Why was I chosen for this fuckery?! I don't want to be a hero! I don't want to be a legend or anything! I just wanted to be a normal trainer and become the best fucking trainer in Unova, but instead I'm-I'm a freak!"

Deafening silence. Not even the air seemed to move around them as Hilda lowered her head, running her fingers across Eevee's back. Eevee, too, was silent, then got on his hind legs and licked her cheek.

"We can't choose what we're handed in life, but we can choose what we do with it."

"I know." Hilda muttered. "I know, but I… I'm really scared. I don't want to be the one that Unova's fate hangs on. Like that's a really shitty bet! Especially when Team Plasma fronts itself as people who don't want pokémon to be abused anymore. What am I fighting for? 'Yeah, go and abuse the 'mons!'? Not to mention I… I'm not important, I'm not a King and I don't have followers, or stupid smart people to give me advice on what to do… I can't even provide for my Mom…"

"Hilda, that's not true and you know it." Eevee said simply, hopping from her lap and standing in front of her. "You're fighting for a pokémon's voice as well. N fights for the pokémon who seek a world without being hurt, that is true. But you fight for companionship. You fight for those who want to help, to coincide with humans. And be honest, Hilda, do you really think all those members of Team Plasma are loyal to Team Plasma because of N's vision?"

"No." Hilda lowered her head. "No, I don't."

"While it might be true that some members feel a loyalty to him, we've established that Ghetsis, N's so-called father and his 'closest ally', is not in it for entirely honest reasons. How many people are like him? Hilda," Eevee paused, sighing a little. "Hilda, you may not have a following like N, but you have true friends. They adore you and will support you not because they want something, but because they can rely on your truth and your path. No one is out to use you, or supports you for ulterior motives. Your goal is simply honesty and truth. You believe in pokémon and human companionship, but if pokémon and humans were to separate willingly, would you force them together?"

"No, of course not!" Hilda clenched her fists tightly. "If pokémon and humans choose to do that, I wouldn't force them to be together. If a pokémon wants to go, then fine! That's their choice! I'm not trying to force anything into fruition like N, I just want people to be happy doing what they do. Like, as long as they aren't hurting anyone or any pokémon, then I'm not gonna say anything, you know?"

"But Team Plasma is hurting people." Eevee continued. "And like it or not, Hilda, you need to finish what you started. You told Ghetsis in Castelia that you would use your talents to bring people and pokémon closer together, to prove he was wrong. Are you going to give up on that now? Or should I say, are you going to abandon not just the people and pokémon who need your help, but your closest companions and your team?"

Hilda fell silent, lowering her gaze. If she did run away, would Ghetsis really follow her, or would he just take it out on the people of Unova, her friends? If she was really the only true obstacle in Team Plasma taking over Unova, if her being chosen as Reshiram was it…

"I'm being selfish by running." Hilda whispered under her breath.

"You are, but it's understandable." Eevee said simply. "You're scared, and you feel alone, and I can understand that. You have a duty and ability that is only understood by one other person, your enemy, and you can't go to him."

"Like hell I will." Hilda muttered averting her gaze.

"Hey, look at me." Eevee crawled up, nudging his nose against her cheek. "You know you can always rely on us pokémon right? Every trainer who made it this far is close to their pokémon, but our bond is special, beyond what is normal. Can't your rely on us? Don't you think we'll stand with you, no matter what happens?"

"I…" Hilda held Eevee up under his arms, making perfect eye contact, then nodded once. "I know."

"So then, are you going to leave us behind?"

"Never again."

"That is all we could ever expect."

"I'm… We're going to defeat Team Plasma." Hilda brought Eevee close to her chest, smiling as she hugged him. "We'll do it together."

"Just like always."

Hilda could feel the thrum of change from Eevee against her chest, the bright glow filling the gloomy darkness of the tent. With affirmation and confidence, Hilda clung to her first pokémon.

I was a fucking idiot, but even still…

Hilda smiled at the blood-red eyes of Umbreon, staring back at her with that same lazy look that she had grown to adore.

"Hey, E- No, Umbreon." Hilda wiped away her tears. "No more crying."

"It's unlike you." Umbreon agreed.

"No more running away."

"Not without us, at least."

"You're the leader, you speak for the team. You sure everyone is going to agree with you affirming this?"

"We wouldn't be searching in this stupid cold if we didn't want this."

"Even Victini?"

Umbreon's expression shifted, amused.

"Even Victini."

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"Excuse me, you can't go past this point-"

"They're with us."

Silver ignored the police officers as he climbed the precarious path down the ruble that was once Nuvema Town. Lyra paused at the edge while Looker and Sara were introducing themselves to the police officers, trying to get information as the cops checked their badge numbers. All she could do was remain frozen, horrified.

The pictures on the news, even pictures in textbooks of past explosions, did nothing to prepare her for something like this.

The devastation was palpable. Lyra herself never got to visit Nuvema, but she was aware it was small, like New Bark, back home. And so quickly, the poor town was just… gone. Disappeared off the map, with nothing but rubble, memories, and a scorched sign to even indicate it was there to begin with.

"Calm down." she whispered, smacking her cheeks and giving them a reassuring squeeze before she began to trek down the rubble.

Well, it was more like she scrambled and slid, struggling to get her footing on the uneven ground.

"Easy, there." Silver spoke as he wrapped an arm around her bicep. His tone was low, almost quiet, as if he himself was scared to disturb this area.

"Sorry," Lyra said as Silver helped to ease her down.

"You're fine." Silver responded easily. As they navigated their way down, Silver's arm shot out to catch her when she slid, while she gripped his arm for life if his foot slipped. He had a lot less missteps then her, but they worked in sync down the rocks and rubles, until wet sand squished under their feet.

"Oh…" Lyra didn't realize the sound left her lips until Silver squeezed her hand.

In the ocean, pieces of what were once homes were still floating in the water. Shards of houses washed ashore. Lyra saw a trellis with wilting, dried flowers washed up to shore, and a piece of what looked like lab equipment was dented and useless.

But what tore her heart apart the most was shoes. Shoes had washed to shore, all different sizes and shapes, pure evidence that humans lived here. Now, no human could dream of living here, and some humans…. They had passed here.

Lyra averted her gaze, covering her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Silently, Silver wrapped an arm around her, hugging her close.

"I'm sorry." her voice cracked. "I just…"

"I know."

"Can you imagine?" Lyra whispered under her breath, glancing at places where there were dark holes and patches that rescue workers had made, trying to save those who were alive and at least recover the dead. "There was a town here… And in two weeks, it was just…. just gone."

Silver was silent, his gaze lowered. His silence only made the feeling of her heart being ripped apart all the worse. The idea of such senseless and pointless violence overwhelmed her. Why? Why blow up an innocent town? In the name of what? What justice did this bring to pokémon, especially now that the smoldering remains is polluting the world around it?

Tears welled around her eyes as she turned away from the ocean. The clothes, the shoes, little pieces of what was once normal life, quietly drifting to shore while others were yanked out to sea, was to much for her.

"Our poor juniors…"

"This was their home." Silver solemnly lowered his head. "A part of me wants to say I'm not surprised. I knew what Mask was capable of, but with him being so insistent on being Ghetsis here, to simply eliminate a town…"

Silver didn't lift his gaze.

"It was only to hurt Hilda." he continued. "He's done this before. It's why Vale was such a great mold, she was to kind. Hilda is a straightforward, simple person…"

"She never would have thought that Ghetsis would go after someone other than her." Lyra placed a hand over her mouth, sick. "Oh Arceus, Hilda…"

"The guilt is probably tremendous."

Lyra felt Silver tense at the unfamiliar, female voice.

"… Did you hear that?" Lyra whispered.

"Lyra, the Treasurer, and Silver, the Evolver… If you may, my sister wants to speak to you for a minute."

Silver didn't say a word, but his grip around her hand loosened.

"Silver?"

She glanced at him, seeing he was swaying a little on his feet, then drifted into her.

"Whoa! Silver?" barely holding his weight, she kneeled down on the beach, bring him down to the ground and laying him flat. "Silver?!"

She glanced up to Sara and Looker, who were looking down, concerned.

"Guys! I need help, Silver, he-!" as she raised her arm to wave, the world suddenly blurred a bit around the edges.

"It's all right, Miss Lyra… Annie only wants to have a word."

"Lyra! Silver!" She heard Sara calling her name alongside the crumbling of rock. Faintly, as she fell to the ground, sprawled out adjacent to Silver, she noticed Sara and Looker trying to scramble down the hill without causing injury to themselves.

Then, she tried to blink the sleepiness away. Once, twice…

The third time she blinked, she woke up to Silver leaning over her, face twisted with worry and concern.

"Silver…"

"You're awake." Silver let out a sigh as she propped herself on her eyebrows.

Looking around, she found herself baffled.

It was a small room with a cloud motif, filled with beat up, old toys and a half-pipe with a skateboard in the middle. There was a basketball hoop, and a train that was running on it's own. It was… cute, but unsettling at the same time.

"… I don't like this." she whispered to herself. She just felt like there were eyes on her.

"Niether do I." Silver muttered. "I don't know what's going on."

Silver stood, extending a hand to her. Taking it, he easily hauled her to her feet. Above them, there was a mobile above them, going in circles, a single airplane while the other string was empty. Glancing around, she saw it was broken apart, laying in pieces in the corner. Scratches and scorches were on the bigger pieces of furniture, and there were stuffed animals that were clearly well loved and worn. Alongside books. Tons and tons and tons of books, some on the shelves, laying in stacks around the room, obviously all of them were read by someone at some point. Perhaps, judging by their age and ware, they were read multiple times.

"Isn't there an exit?" Lyra asked, whipping her head around and not seeing a single window or even a door.

"I tried to find one too, before you showed up." Silver said, keeping a firm grip on her hand. "I didn't find anything."

"Wait, I showed up?" Lyra asked, meeting his gaze. "If there's no entrance or exit, then how did I 'show up'?"

"You faded in." Silver said simply. Lyra blinked at him, baffled. Silver shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, it was odd. Like I was alone, and then you kinda just… slowly appeared in the middle of the room."

"What even is this place…" Lyra whispered, glancing around. Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind. "I just thought of it."

"Thought of what?"

"Why this place is unsettling. Outside of the broken toys and the music box music, I mean."

"Where is that damned thing, anyways?" Silver muttered, glancing around.

"This feels like a prison." Lyra said simply. Silver scowled, glancing around.

"What a cushy prison…"

Lyra was quiet as she slid her hand out of Silver's, trotting towards the books and plucking one off the shelf, flipping through it.

"Perhaps it's not so much a prison, rather than it's… just generic." Lyra said quietly. "Children have personalities, you know? And those personalities leak into their rooms. There's book genres they enjoy, pictures they've drawn, toys that reflect who they are. But in here…"

Lyra trailed off, glancing around. It looked like something out of a magazine, designed without the child and their interests in question. Her own mother did the same thing to her, making a room magazine like without trying to know her, and then when the child services backed off after the divorce, her mother didn't bother to try and make it look like she cared.

That's what this room looked like.

"This room is guise of care, but they're trying to manipulate someone. I'm not sure who, but if you look around," Lyra stood up, glancing around. "All of this is a dream room, in theory, for a little boy. A half-pipe, a train set, a basketball hoop with planes and clouds… But looking around, Silver, could you tell me one thing about this kid?"

Silver took a long look around the room.

"I can see what you mean." Silver said slowly. "This is… unsettling."

"So you can sense it too."

Both of them whipped around to where Lyra supposed was the front of the room, and saw a woman with pink hair and a long dress that somehow managed to balance perfectly simple, yet fit for a princess. Lyra found herself internally panicking as she tried to figure out where she came from, if she was an enemy or a friend, or if, perhaps, she was dropped in here out of no where like they were. Her expression was serious, very stoic, but there was nostalgia in her eyes as her gaze drifted across the room. She crossed the room until she reached a dresser, reaching up, and pushing lid Lyra swore wasn't there before down. The music box stopped.

Somehow, the silence was deafening.

"Lyra, the Treasurer, and Silver, the Evolver…" her gaze turned back to them, calculating. "My name is Anthea. I am one of the caretakers of Natural Harmonia, the King of Team Plasma."

Silver, at that, took a step forward. A subtle gesture, but an indication that he was prepping himself for a blow. Lyra stood next to him, grasping his hand until their fingers were intertwined.

We stand together, she wanted to say, but she was afraid to speak and snap the very palpable tension in the room. Anthea exhaled, then continued.

"I have something I wish to discuss with you."

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Hilda(16): Umbreon(m), Samurott(m), Lilligant(f), Zebrstrika(f), Victini(m), Braviery(f)
Bianca(16): Stoutlad(f), Embour(m), Chandelure(f), Simisage(m), Musharna(f),
Cheren(16): Liepard(f), Serperior(f), Gigaleth(m), Simipour(f), Haxorus(m), Bouffalant(f)
Black Burns(?)(18): Minccino(f), Archeops(m), Simisear(f), Siesmitoad(m), Ferrothorn(f), Keldeo(m)

Sara(19): Risu(Emolga, f), Ransu(Escavalier, m), Yume(Musharna, m), Sumairu(Druddigon, f), Tatakai(Braviery, m)
Vale(18): Audino(f), Joltik(m), Whimsicott(m), Mienfoo(f), Gothitelle(f), Swanna(f)Hello my reviewers! I'm updating this simply because I need to ask a quick question. My progress so far is that I'm approaching the Elite Four, and i'm wondering what you guys want; would you want me to write out each individual battle with the E4? I'm wondering because outside of BW, all other games had E4 being an after story. But these battles are a part of the plot of the story.