Zinzolin refused to answer any of my questions. I was taken belowdecks and dragged to a dimly lit cell.

I noticed a few of the other cells were occupied. I barely made out Nurse Joy's pink hair.

"They got you, huh?" Clay was in the cell opposite of mine. I rolled onto my back to get a better look at him. Clay was sitting against a wall.

"Why am I the only one that gets hogtied?" I asked. Clay grunted. I shifted my wrists against the ropes. "You know what's going on."

"I hardly know more than you," Clay muttered.

"Then why were you acting like a complete jerk down there?"

"There was a threat," Clay started.

The door opened, filling the room with light. Clay shielded his eyes. Zinzolin came down, carrying a folding chair.

"The Driftveil people are safe!" Clay shouted. "You have no power!" Zinzolin ignored him.

He unfolded the chair and sat down in it. His dark eyes looked me over.

"N."

"What?" I asked. Zinzolin smiled. "He was our king. He had a kind and innocent heart." He tapped his chin as if recalling this N person. "He and a seemingly random pokemon trainer had bonded with Reshiram and Zekrom respectively."

"Hilda?" Clay said under his breath. I'd heard the name before.

"Yes," Zinzolin said. "A troublesome girl. In the end, the two of them attempted a cataclysm." He paused, considering his words carefully. "Their effort was in vain. Kyurem was absent. They vanished."

"What do you mean vanished?" I furrowed my brow. "They died?"

"No. They're very much alive. they're simply awaiting the final piece." He pointed at me. "You possess a link with Kyurem. You and Kyurem together will complete our king's mission." A link? I shuddered.

"Hilda is alive?" Clay spoke up.

"Please stop interrupting." Zinzolin handwaved Clay.

"Why me?" I asked. "I don't understand." Zinzolin ignored my question.

"When N vanished. Team Plasma was fractured. We lost hundreds of our members to doubt and material things. Eventually, Ghetsis rounded up the most faithful of us and we formed Neo Team Plasma." Clay muttered something to himself. "We've been tasked with completing N's plan. However, we're lacking Concordia's tome." He leaned closer. "Very important."

"Concordia's tome is our last chance of reaching him."

"But let's focus on something else now." I blinked. "Let's talk about you." He sat back in his chair. "Tell me what you know of Lacunosa Town?" I considered it before answering.

"Promise me you'll never go there."

"Nothing." Zinzolin cocked his head.

"Well. Lacunosa town sits on top of Kyurem's home." Zinzolin held up the translucent orb. "Many people went missing over the years. One day a particular woman went missing." He turned the orb around in his hand. "She was found in Kyurem's cavern. She couldn't be saved but you could." He points at me with a long slender finger. "You were spared by Kyurem."

"Why would Kyurem spare me?" I asked. Zinzolin smiled,

"Much like Hilda and N, you share a link with Kyurem. This link will protect you." Zinzolin got up and opened my cell door.

"What are you going to do with me?" I tried to sit up.

"You'll be forced to form a connection with Kyurem," Zinzolin said. "Then you will join Hilda and N. You will likely vanish." He tapped his chin. "A cataclysm will begin."

"A cataclysm?" Clay spoke up again.

"What did I say about interrupting?" Zinzolin growled.

I was getting lightheaded. I thought about Kenya and Bianca. Even Pignite was still in Driftveil.

I didn't even know where Cheren or Nathan were, I wondered if id ever see any of them again.

Zinzolin set the orb down beside my head.

"While I agree with everything Neo Team Plasma intends to do. I only thought it fair you know what's coming."

I watched him back up and close the cell door.

"Before any of that, were going to engage the traitors of Team Plasma in Mistralton. Hang tight." He disappeared abovedeck.

I stared at the light on the ceiling. Zinzolins words whirled around in my head. The room temperature dropped.

I let out a panicked breath. She was there, huddled in the corner of my cell.

A woman, her dark green hair was messy and matted.

She was wearing white scrubs. She hugged herself, shivering violently. I stared at her, frozen. Her lips moved, seeming to crack as she spoke.

"It's so cold."