Chief Tanaka stared to the blackened sky. Around him, the frantic movement of the tribespeople, coupled with their voiced worries, created a scene of chaos. Scizor approached the concerned leader.

"Chief?" it inquired.

The Chief's eyes lowered from the storm to the large Pokémon before him.

"It is time," he said.

"Should we prepare the village to leave?" the Scizor grumbled.

"Not yet," responded the old man.

The tribespeople continued to scurry under the darkness, many packed their valuable possessions as a near panic took hold of the once sleepy village.

In a loud voice, the Chief spoke again.

"It is the legend foretold! My people! Calm your souls!"

The Scizor looked left and right, seeing only continued panic, until, a young, scared girl approached the two.

"What's happening?" she cried, tears streaming down her face, too youthful to know the story of the crystal.

"Young one!" replied the Chief, "Fear not, return to your mother, and calm her."

The girl looked up with water-filled eyes.

"...and tell her..." he continued, smiling.

"...we have our best team handling this"

Many miles away, a man with brown hair, and a deep scar below his left eye, gazed into the darkness now blanketing the land. He subconsciously stroked the stubble on his tanned chin, lost in deep thought.

"A storm?" he pondered aloud.

But there was something else. Where there should be a clarity of thought, only a haze of confusion met him.

Miguel started to worry.

"I'll finish cataloguing next week," he said. "...if there is a next week."

Something pulled at him, something intangible, almost ethereal, gripped his heart and instilled a knowing.

An image formed in his mind, an island, as a strange drive took him over and he found himself, walking, toward the coast.

Totodile winced

"Something doesn't feel right," voiced Taki.

The event playing before them, unexpected in its arrival, greatly worried the trio. A glint in the darkness drew Louis' attention. A small, luminescent pinpoint of white light shone on the peak of a distant mountain.

"Hey look!" Louis pointed. "Isn't that the same peak where Tracey sketched the sunset?"

"Beg your pardon?" replied Taki.

Both the girl and Totodile turned their attention to the mountain in question, immediately spotting the glimmer of light.

"I think it is," voiced Totodile.

"Then that's where we're headed!" pointed the boy. The renewed confidence in his voice boosted his group, and Taki spoke.

"Good to have you back, Louis" she smiled.

The girl gathered up Totodile in her arms, and soon, with the coast behind them, they made their way into the darkened, shadowed mainland.

As they rounded a large tree, Louis collided with a figure, also attempting to round the same tree. The boy fell to the forest floor in a melange of shock and surprise. The man spoke.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and I-..."

The man froze mid-sentence as his eyes widened at the sight before him.

"...Louis?"

The boy shook his head of the impact before realising who he had just walked into. His jaw fell.

"...Dad?!" he cried.

Louis rose to his feet as both individuals stared into each other's eyes. In an instant, they both embraced one another in a tight hug.

"Dad, what are you doing out here?" questioned the boy.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," answered Miguel.

Waiting for the right moment to speak, Taki drew the two individuals attention to her.

"Um, do you know anything about this weather, sir?" she questioned.

Miguel's face changed to an expressionless visage.

"I feel like I do..." he stated, "...but I can't find the thoughts."

Louis struggled to contain his next sentence. Eventually, the words forced their way out.

"Dad…" he started. "I want you to remember something, but I need you to focus on these words."

"What are they?" inquired Miguel.

"Tribe...crystal...falling," Louis listed.

A fire, microscopic at first, began to build within Miguel's mind. It travelled his brain's pathways, igniting small strands in its wake. The tiny flames met as one and formed a raging blaze of memory.

Suddenly, a distant, forgotten event revealed itself. A key to a lock in time turned, releasing Miguel from his amnesia.

Panic swept the man. An urgency hidden for thirty-two years gripped him, and he eventually spoke.

"The crystal!" he shrieked and stared into the sky.

"You three must've completed it now, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, but we don't know what to do now, Dad."

Miguel returned his gaze to the mountain and grinned.

"I do."

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