With a feeling of disappointment placed heavily over her heart, Jag paced silenty across the dark corridor, guiding the rest of her team outside. They finally reached the exit of the gym and walked slowly torwards the edge of the terrace to call a taxi, since the gym was placed in the very last floor of the humongous building. As another taxi arrived to fly them torwards the floor, Jag turned arround once more, her eyes placed on the two lugia carvings on the door. Mentally she hoped the doors burst open suddenly, and a handsome, tailed leader ran out, trying to stop her from leaving and claiming his unition to the team. However this didnt happen, only the sound of a rather enraged jolteon could be heard calling for her, "Jag, come on, forget that boy and lets move on, we still have to meet Lupin" his angered voice roared at the trainer, startling her out of her train of thoughts. Jag nodded and walked torwards the taxi, entering to the back seats, she sat between Bluemist and Jolt. As the taxi flew them quickly torwards the ground, Jag noticed the angry and even saddened features in Jolt's face reflecting on the window. The woman grabbed his hand gently, but as soon as the dog felt her touch, he retired his hand roughly, "dont touch me" he said dryly without looking at her. Jag was a high tempered woman but she knew better than to fight with this pokemon, "what is wrong honey?" she asked him sweetly but her voice was sligtly drowned in tears. Jolt turned arround and stared at her angrily, "wrong? Nothign wrong, with me at least, what is wrong with you Jag? You meet a handsome leader who isnt even human and fall head over heels for him?" his voice cut the Summoner's heart like a million sword penetrating her chest. Jag felt tears acumulating in the edges of her eyes, and ready to flood down, but managed to hold them back as her tempered built up. She sat straight and stared into his eyes, her icy blue eyes flamed with rage, "excuse me? I just feel sorry for him, i know what it is like being in a gym, day after day, watching trainers come, battle and leave to continue their journey and you desire deeply you could return to that, to batteling, but you cant because it's your obligation to be there" she snapped at him angrily. Jolt calmed down for a brief moment, aparently understanding the words recently wpoken by the woman, but he rturned to his jeallows boyfriend mode, "well, why dont you feel sorry for all leaders? Why do you just feel sorry for this one?" he snapped at her expecting to receive a hard slap in his face. Instead Jag managed to control her temper, but the angry wolf expression now forming her face could have scared away Gabby the gyarados. Jag stared deep into his eyes, but this didnt sent him the warm and loving feeling he had felt when staring into thos penetrating eyes, instead he felt submission, he felt frightened and how this woman was superior than him. She shook her head and bowed desperately, "other leaders havent mentioned how they miss their training days, he did, for Selenè's sake, Jolt, he is young and vitalist, he needs freedom" she snapped at him reasoning and nearly convincing the dog about her feelings torwards the boy. However his hard head and his growing love torwards the trainer made him feel a terrible pain in his heart, it wasnt a pain easily curable by doctors, it could only be cured with time and love. Silent tears dripped down his eyes, and he looked away to keep the woman's eyes away from his weakness. Before he knew he was shapeshifting back to pokemon, his body was glowing with a bright yellowish light and he was diminishing in size. This reaction was normal to the trainer and her female companion, but the taxi driver was startled when he stared through the mirror and observed the change in the boy's body. At first he had been annoyed at the sudden light, and had looked through the window to yell at them to turn off the flashlight. However and soon as he saw the source of light, and the jolteon in the boy's place, his eyes widened in terror, "aaaaah, a werewolf, a lycanthropus, a shapeshifter!" he screamed frightened. His trembling hand's let the steering wheel and his weakenned foot fell limply over the brake pedal, causing the whole car to stop and collapse. Jag fell her body being pushed backwards as the car started flying down, the ground grew in size in front of her terrified eyes and her voice seemed to have abandoned her. She moved forwards and grabbed the man's white shirt, "for Oceano's sake, speed up or we'll all be killed" she yelled at him trying to overpower the sound of parting air. The thundering sound of breaking air was mixed with the acute and struendous horns of cars and the roars of drivers yelling at them. The man didnt seem to react, he was pale like a wall and paralized as if one of Jolt's sparks had reached him. They all closed their eyes ready to feel the pain of bones breaking, of metals penetrating their bodies and organs exploding due to pressure. But nothing like that happened, they felt a gentle thund under their bodies and oppened their eyes expecting to see ambulances, people commenting about the disgraceful accident and their own dead bodies placed bleeding and broken under the metallic remains of the flying car. However they saw a very confused and pale looking driver breathing heavily, and the large Oceanos monument right in front of them with a handsome, misterious looking man right under the great animal's head. Jag oppened the door and walked out, she smiled at the man gratefully, "thank you noble driver" she told him turning arround and leaving at a trot. The driver followed the woman's trot with his small, black eyes, he was still breathing as if he had run a mile at full speed, "i havent done anything" he suddenly told as if speaking to an invisible spirit next to him, his voice trembled in fear and his hands refused to touch the steering wheel.
The Summoner ran torwards Lupin, who came clearer into focus as they aproached, Jolt and Bluemist following her. Lupin smiled and greeted them waiving his large, manly hand vigorously. Jag stopped in front of him and leaned over a bit, breathing heavily and placing both hands on her knees. The shapeshifter smiled at the girl, "well, Jaggy, how did it go?" he asked gently and curiously, but unable to hide the excitement in his voice. Jag smiled proudly and took a small, wooden box from her bagpack, she oppened it and revealed four different areas decorated with red cloth. The areas were marked with names printed in golden ink, "Kanto League", "Jhoto League", "Orange League" and "New Island League". Lupin saw happily that next to the Dragon Badge in New Island League was located a small, eye shapped badge with an eagle flying through it, the Virtual Badge. He smiled gently, his green eyes flashed with pleasure as he wrapped the trainer into a tight hug, "congratulations, Jag, i knew you'd do it, and who was the fantastic pokemon who defeated the leader's pokemon? I've heard it's really hard" his gentle voice asked curiously and excited. Jag smiled and pointed at the unexperienced Bluemist who blushed deeply at the interest suddenly put on her by the handsome black ninetales. Lupin leaned down and placed a hand on Bluemist's shoulder, "you really did? I am surprised but we couldnt expect less from you, my noble warrior" he told her, his voice was suddenly misterious, wise and so full of knowledge, of a knowledge she ignored, that a wave of nervous shivers ran over her spine. Lupin stood up and, for the first time in ten minutes, he noticed the spiked fur, yellow pokemon sitting in a corner, far away from the group, trying to pass inadvertised in the faint darkness of a shadow. Lupin looked at Jag and moved his eyes in the direction of the electric dog, "what's with him?" he asked curiously, but his voice didnt raise over a whisper. Jag caught a faint glimpse of the angry pokemon who mumbled something under his breath, " nay, jeallows" she answered passively, raising his voice to call the pokemon's atention. Jolt snapped his head up as his acute hearing sense caught the woman's ironic words, but he was ignored as the Summoner and the Shapeshifter continued on their conversation. Lupin stared at him for a brief moment and resumed into speaking to the woman, "jeallows? Of whom?" he asked curiously feeling grateful that he was alone and had no feelings for any woman. Jag smiled ironicly at the ridiculous scene they had made in the taxi, "Christian, the gym leader from this city, he was feeling lonely and bored of his gym and i invited him to join us..." Jag explained slowly and carefully, raising her voice in certain points so that her boyfriend could hear her words. Jolt walked forwards now rather annoyed, "a tailed jerk, that is what he is, trying to steal my girl with his appereance of innocent child, his surfer body and his sensual tail movement" Jolt snapped angrily at Lupin, making his point clear. Lupin looked at Jolt in thought, "tailed? You mean he is a Despe? Those things are noble and grateful with the people they consider friends, however they have the cunning of a fox and can be dangerous to have one as enemy, however if you befriend them, you have a helpful company for life, they enjoy freedom and hate staying for too long in the same place, specially if its a small place" Lupin explained with the knowledge and wise of a teacher. Jolt snorted angrily and turned his face to one side, like a child insisting he is right, "i dont care, he was flirting with my girl" he insisted while his voice had a hint of a whine. Lupin laughed sounly as his knowledge about species was proved again, "he wasnt, Jolt, my friend, that is the way Despes behave, he was just being friendly, wich, in my opinion, is a good sing, if he was flirting with your girl, you would know, Despes arent as direct as Shapeshifters like us, specially males, and they tend to aproach their target slowly, with small insinuations, until they are sure the final attack wont miss" Lupin explained gently. Jolt looked at him with his big, dark brown eyes and a light of understanding seemed to glitter in them. He turned to look at Jag and smiled gently, but his features returned to his tensed doubt, "Jag, swear to me by Selenè and Oceanos that you feel nothing nothing for Christian" he questioned her seriously, his canine eyebrows narrowed. Jag kneeled in front of the dog and, placing a hand under his furry chin, she placed a sweet and gentle kiss on his moist, doggy lips, "i swear Jolt, because i love you" she told him kindly and warmly. Jolt smiled and nodded, a warm happines flowed throughh his heart as his trust, previously lost, returned to him bigger than ever. He loved her, and in this last days the feelings experienced had increased his love torwards her so much he felt as if his heart would explode unable to contain more love inside it. the Summoner leap to one side as the dog's body started glowing a bright yellowish once more, and he grew in size and he changed shape until he became the handsome man he was. Jag smiled gently and lovingly at the man and laughed, Jolt stared down at himself and tilted his head to one side in confussion, "i dont reember concentrating on my human self to shapeshift" he snapped to the group as if waiting for a response. Lupin laughed softly at this last remark snapped by the jolteon, "perhaps your love and your desire torwards the girl was greater than your original shape and your concentration" Lupin reasoned, he was the brains of the group and usually had an answer for any question.
Jag stood up and faced Lupin seriously suddenly remembering the reason why they had parted, the dragon Bahamut that attacked the city the previous night. She focused on the Shapeshifter's emerald green eyes and stare into them seriously, "Lupin, what did you find in the library about the dragon?" she asked him calmly, but Jolt could sense that small trace of fear or nerves flowing with each word and trembling in the wind. Lupin resumed his features of the serious proffesor and misterious man, "well, i cant really affirm it, but i am nearly positive that the dragon is an Elemental, and not any elemental, its a fire elemental, the most powerful" he explained and suddenly a gasp could be heard from behind. Jolt had been paying atention to the Shapeshifter's words, but the sudden gasp had called his atention. He moved his gaze to focus it on the blue dog, who was shinning brightly under the beams of sun light. Lupin cleared his voice and continued, "the problem is that Elementals dont appear from thin air, they must be created and only Witches and Wizards have the power, or better said, magic to create one" Lupin explained, his emerald green eyes shaded at the mention of witches. Jag looked at Oceanos in thought, she seemed to be expecting the statue to speak an answer to their problem. Jolt walked forward and raised a hand to make his point clear, "but even our three attacks combined couldnt defeat Bahamut, how can we defeat him?" his teenager manly voice spoke affirming his point. Lupin nodded and his eyes moved from Bluemist to Jag, both women felt uneasy under the observant gaze of the Shapeshifter. He then sighed deeply and smiled at the Summoner, "well, if our power can't defeat him, a bigger power will" he said giving the woman a knowing smile.
From the heigths of his gym, Christian observed the motion going on the street below his feet. His tail moved lazily from side to side in boredom, and he had leaned over the window placing his head over both hands. He sighed profoundly and stared at the antique statue of Lugia wich seemed to be roaring at the people who passed by. He could see the tiny dots that were people, and desired to be with them, to hide between a crowd and stop surprising ocassional challengers with his tail. He was proud of his tail and by no means he would cut it off, but he hated it when trainers commented on his beloved special feature, specially since one of the trainers had told him that animals couldnt train animals. He wasnt an animal, he was a Despe, the same as Jag was human and he realized one of her friends was a Shapeshifter, there was nothing wrong with that, they were creatures with feelings. However humans tend to be stupid and never realize that the same pokemon they train have feelings, and the same leaders they battle also have feelings, just because he had a tail didnt mean he didnt have feelings. This directed him to another train of thought, Jaguar seemed to have a deep connection with her pokemon, she seemed to understand her vaporeon, and she didnt freak off at the vision of his tail. A smile appeared in his fleshy, pinkish lips as he visualized the woman's fascinated face at the vision of his tail, she would stare at it, but not like something bad and freaky, but as some special feature, something rare but fascinating, surprising but still wonderful. This directed him again into the memory of her proposal, "oh Jaguar, what should i do? Should i follow you into your journey or hide inside this gym from humanity?" the young man questioned himself, his tail still moving back and forth lazily, wobbling like jelly. His eyes caught something walking to the terrace, a young woman dressed in black robes. He squinted his eyes to catch a better glimpse as the woman mounted on a broomstick and kicked the floor, causing the elevation of the aparently inhert object. He emmited a faint, humming sound as the broomstick disappeared into the long lines of cars, "hummm... i wonder what is Rinoa up to now" he mentioned to himself raising his tail wich curved into an upside down U shape. Christian was by nature a friendly creature, but the mistery of this woman and the strange comings and goings had developed a certain distrust torwards her. She was never seen with people and had decided to be loneliness' friend, and strange lights could be caught coming from her sealed room. The reason of her being a Witch had also developed in him this strange unability to trust her.
The party walked out of the city and as soon as they were out of the boundaries of the strange place, they took a last glance at the magnificent place, "well, i must add it was fun, i felt as if we were living into star Wars' world" the Summoner mentioned sighing faintly. Jolt narrowed his eyes as he stared at the traffic of flying cars speeding across the city, "i felt sick traveling in those taxis, i wouldnt return here even if i was payed with gold" he moaned displeased. The group laughed lively, they were happy, they had just taken another step in the journey, and Jag was excited for she was a badge closer into challenging the Master of New Island. Lupin looked at her with knowing eyes as he acomodated his tounge for speech, "wich is our next stop Jag?" he asked curiously but also to push her into looking at the map. The trainer nodded and took out the map, she examined the confusing and complicated lines and dots drawn in it and sighed. She had found the next gym, and it wasnt located in a place they will enjoy, "well, next stop is Ice Peak Town located in Monte Nevado, the tallest mountain of New Island" she said with a hind of desperation in her voice. Jag had a faint memmory of a time they had ended up accidentally in Monte Nevado, and Jolt had nearly been killed there by a pack of houndoom. By Jolt's reaction to the name of the mountain, Jag easily knew that Jolt remembered that situation as well, and feared Monte Nevado as much as he feared packs of wild houndooms. Lupin stared at the both pasively, "well, i recomend we put some ground behind, we still have time" he told them in his gentle and misterious voice. Going to Monte Nevado wasnt a problem to him, he had been there many times before during his numerous canine travels, and he knew the secrets this mountain hid. The party paced at a normal speed, while the sun hid behind the mountains, retiring to her daily sleep and allowing the moon to rise and bless their path. Jolt and Lupin walked front talking excitedly about Jag's previous battle and the misterious events that had ocurred with Bluemist. The Shapeshifter seemed interested in the water dog's reaction to the Lugia's attack, and he shot her stray glances from time to time. Bluemist paced next to her trainer in silence, she was lost in her train of thoughts. Many strange things had been happening to her and this was bothering her mind like a buzzing fly who decides to stay next to your ear. The two strange attacks developed in less than twenty four hours, and the realization that both of them had ocurred while in her pressence. Also the Summoner's reading on Amazon Warriors and how she had mentioned their power was something supernatural but also dangerous. Jag was behind the boys reading the map, she was entertained on following the lines and studying the different obstacles they might encounter. She knew they would have to cross another fragment of forest and there was a lake a few kilometres away from there. From the lake they would have to penetrate the fearsome "Niebla Forest" and directly walk torwards Monte Nevado. The hiking promised to be hard and dangerous, but if she wanted the badge she had to take some risks.
She removed her eyes from the map sighing, moving and reading made her feel dizzy and eventually, if she forced it much, vomit, and that wasnt a pleasant feeling. Her eyes accidentally landed in the back of the man she loved, man and pokemon, Jolt was sexy in both shapes, at least to the Summoner's taste. She stared at him, so human and friendly, so cool looing but gentle like a puppy, puppy, that was a sweet name she usually called him. He was free, he had always been free, even after he was captured by one of her pokeballs, he despised, hated or even feared pokeballs, "pokeball" she suddenly thought to herself. She reached down to her pokebelt and taunted until she localized the small, olive sized sphere that she recognized, due to it's position, as Jolt's. She picked it up and pressed the small, white button to increase it's size, she observed it carefully and turned it arround several times, slowly, moving her fingers gracefully, just to examin every inch of it. Jolt heard the characteristical, metallic and nearly electronical sound of a pokeball's growth. He turned arround curiously and saw his beloved girlfriend fidgetting with a pokeball. He didnt bother himself much with thinking about the pokeball but his keen sight caught something carved on the reddish part of the pokeball, right over the small, white, round button. This vision made his heart beat at triple rate and run to his throat, he felt the continuous beating of the muscle in his throat. The colour drained from his skin at the visualization of the fearsome pokeball, and he looked much paler than usual. He felt a wave of daze run throught his body, and for a second he felt he was going to collapse any second soon. His eyes had widdened in terror and a gust of frozen wind blew across his stomach, freezing every single inch of it, and traveling up to the rest of his body. The marking his keen sight caught was a lightning shapped carving wich told the trainer that the pokemon was an electric type. A shadow of a jolteon seemed to be located faintly behind the lightning shapped marking, trotting speedifully as the pokeball rolled. It was his pokeball, the electronic machine he hated and feared so much, and Jag, the woman he loved was staring at it as if thinking about the posibility of locking him inside it, and Jolt knew he could do nothing to the atomic power of a pokeball. A voice pulled him away from his train of thoughts, and only then he realized he was covered in a cold sweat, "well, what do you think, Jolt?" Lupin asked him interestedly. Jolt shook his head and looked at the Shapeshifter, his face still crossed with the fear he had felt, "eeeeer...yes, sounds good" he said stuttering just to apparent that he had been listening. Lupin noticed the frightened features in his friend's face and immediatly knew, due to his answer, that he hadnt been listening, "Jolt, is something bothering you? You look as if a ghost had appeared to you" Lupin reasoned with his amazing intelligence and observating abilities. Jolt looked at Luping fighting over mentioning this to him or leaving his thoughts to himself, perhaps he knew what to do, but perhaps it was all a mistake. Jolt was about to speak when a dark shadow leapt in front of them, standing on their path in a challenging way.
It was the shadow of a woman, her hair seemed to be long and her body was covered in black robes wich gave her a tetric and misterious appereance. Lupin's lips curled and a deep growl escaped his lips at the vision of this woman, the woman just directed him a proud smile, "calm down, Shapeshifter, i'll do nothing to you if you stay still" she tempted him to attack with her words, but the shock crossing the wolf's body was enough to calm him down a minute. The woman focused her eyes on Jag, "so, you are the trainer that has tried to destroy my Elemental, am i right?" she spoke in an ironic voice. Jag felt a wave of fear mixed with rage crossing her body, it was cold against heat and heat won the battle, "you are the Witch? You..." she screamed angrily as she plunged forward clenching her fist and ready to price the Witch's actions with a very painful punch on the nose. Jolt grabbed her from the waist and held her as firmly as he could, "calm down Jag, you wont solve anything by stamping her nose inside her skull" Jolt reasoned sreaming to make himself heard by the enraged woman. Jag calmed down a bit and stood straight, her tension was still placed on her arms, and her muscles, already hard, were now harder than steel. The Witch looked at the Summoner proudly, "well, you have tried to defeat him once, and now you'll pay for your insolence" the Witch snarled oppening the box she was carrying on her arms. A large igniting flame scaped the box burning hot, it grew taking shaped in front of the woman until it was twice as high as a charizard, the wing span was twice or even three times bigger than Lugia's. The Witch smiled proudly, "meet Bahamut" she snapped at them, her voice rising to a deep, evil voice full of power. Jolt and Lupin both growled deeply as the fire faded revealing the pitch black figure of a horned dragon, they prepared their bodies for the shapeshifting but stopped abruptly. Jag walked forward and stared at the dragon, she directed Jolt a stray glance, "leave this to me, it is my battle" she spoke determined talking a bit too loud and being heard by the hiding Witch. The ginger haired woman looked from behind the dragon, she was confused but that ironic and devilish smile was still placed on her lips, "you? And how will you do that, simple human?" she asked her holding back a laughter. The Summone smiled knowingly and even proudly, "like this" she told her as determination flowed with her voice reaching the startled pokemon's ears.
Jag concentrated placing both hands around the Summoner's Stone, the previously inhert and innocent object started glowing a bright blueish light as her energies transfered into it. the Witch's face was horror striked since she knew a human couldn's make a Summoner's Stone glow with the power of summoning, she realized that this simply human was a powerful Summoner able to destroy her. She stared at the obedient dragon and punched him on his scaled body to attract his atention, "Bahamut, do something, dont let her summon" she yelled in a high pitched voice as she saw her creatures doom near in case the Summoner was able to call a powerful God to aid her. Bahamut roared ferociously wich caused Jolt to clench his fists and attempt to run torwards the enormous creature. Lupin grabbed him as he tried to protect his couple from a deadly blow. The Elemental dragon flapped his wings a single time, but this single time was enough to lift a wave of dark matter wich traveled torwards the girl. The strange wave was of a very faint colour, nearly imperceptible, but it's energy was powerful, dark and evil. The light in the stone flickered several times and it started to fade, slowly, but the energy in the powerful object was starting to disapear. Jag shut her eyes tightly as she concentrated all her energy into the crystal, she pulsated all her summoning power into the comunication object. A drop of sweat tickled her forehead as it ran down her pale skin as a pove of the large amount of energy being canalized by her hands into the object. She felt the pressure of the enrgy forming on a secret and invisible area in her stomach, and flowing torwards her hands, filling her arms and making them feel numb but strong. The Summoner started feeling tired, her breathing increased considerably and the magic pressed every inch of her body, every cell, making her feel weak. The crystal started glowing brighter than ever as the dragon kept trying to counter the summoning, it wasnt shining with it's characteristical blueish white light, it glittered a silvery white like the beams falling from the moon. To everyone's surprise, the light grew and now one couldn't see the source, just a small star shining brightly on Jag's chest. The light increased in size, engulfing the exhausted Summoner into a blessed sphere of light. Jolt stared in surprise but a current of frozen fear traveled through his blood and feeding his heart to increase his heart beat rate, "JAGUAR!" his manly voice echoed hysterically as he attempted to reach her. He was stopped by the musculous Shapeshifter, "Jolt, stop you suicide, you cant do anything" Lupin's voice yelled roughtly while all Jolt could do was throw his weight forward and hopelessly try o reach the woman with his hand. The glow pulsated for a few seconds, a trace of terror and fear crossed the Witch's face, writting it's name with pale ink on her features.
The glow faded slowly revealing the slim figure of a young woman. When the light had vanished everyone could see Jag, but she didnt look the same as before she was engulfed by the light. Her messy, reddish brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, and the strands of silky, shiny hair fell like the water from a fountain, decorating her head like a valley of life. The wind played with this dark and silky water, dancing with it in a dance of spring, the moon caressed it kindly, reflecting silvery glitters back to the skies. Two strands of hair fell tidily over the sides of her forehead giving her a much more mature appereance and breaking the monotony of the wild hair. Her lips were coloured in a bright, purpelish pink colour wich shined under the light of the still glowing crystal, becoming delicate like crystal and smooth like silk. She was dressed in a white, long dress, the upper part was tightly wrapped arround her body but the skirt fell losely covering her slender legs. A cloack covered her shoulders, the cloack wrapped arround her like a shirt, and was tied right under her chest, but it fell, moving backwards and dancing with the winds in a gentle, rippling motion. The dress was white but it reflected the silver beams emmited by Selenè as she blessed the Summoner with her infinite magic and power. The crystal floated gently, still glowing as bright as a star, focusing all magic and waiting to obey the orders. It didnt touch her chest, instead it flew gently as if it had lost all notion of gravity, defying the force and working by own will.
The Witch emmited a high pitched scream, short and faint, signaling her terror, "Mesena" her voice whispered faintly and with trouble as something seemed to be pressing her vocal chords. Jag took a stp front feeling the moist grass under her naked feet, she felt like in a dream and somehow a memory came to her, she had been here before, dressed like that and feeling the cool, dew covered grass under her smooth feet. She moved her arms in a zigzagging motion, one up and one down, her mind still busy in concentrating her purpose to the crystal as she had it clear. She raised an arm to the sky, her hand extended as a small sphere of energy glew brightly on her palm, pulsating, expectantly waiting to deliver it's message like a neuroconector. The Summoner's eyes stared at the sky expectantly, penetrating the realms of magic, "i summon you, Lord of the Seas, OCEANOS!" her voice nearly screamed yet determination flowed with each word, her heard deeply desiring that the greatest of all Gods arrived to defeat Bahamut. The ginger haired woman stared at the Summoner with her large, honey eyes, she wanted to scream, to stop it, she had heard about Oceanos and was as fearsome as Bahamut himself, but her voice had abandoned her. The pulsating star on the woman's hand glowed brighter and small, thin beams of light escaped it like the silky thread of a spider web. The sphere of light exploded like a supernova, and a wave of bluesh light expanded over the fascinated group lighting the forest with an icy, purifying light. It started raining glitter of light and magic, small stars falling from the sky glowing on their way down, like fairie powder fallen from the vigorous flapping of a fairie's wings. Jolt, to whom exhaustion had made him collapse on the floor, stood up observing fascinated the rain of magic falling over him. He extended his hand letting some of the glittering rain acumulate on the palm of his manly hand. He observed it fascinated as the strange drops of magic shone with an inner light, with a life unknown to others, and his gaze moved to the Summoner. The electric dog stared fascinated at the woman, she was breathtaking, gorgeous to the most, lovely, and prettier than he had ever see her.
In the depths of the ocean, hidden to the unwanted looks of humans, layed a creature, resting peacefully in a bed of kelp and smooth sand. The creatures eyes snapped open, glowing a bright, deep blue in a demonstration of it's psychical powers. The dragon looked up at the far away surface of the sea, he had heard a call and instantly knew he was being called for battle, "well, after so many years a Summoner has gained the ability to summon me" a deep, manly voice echoed in the realms between reality and dream. The great creature expanded his large fin like wings, and pushing them vigorously to the oceanic depths he impulsed his large, heavy body upwards, raising a cloud of dust wich floated lazily in the dark abyss. He started floating torwards the surface, slowly, gently, still letting his body flow with the previous impulse. His wings expanded to it's biggest wingspan. Moving both wings in unision, he pushed his whole body into a spinning motion. He spiraled in the water creating a twister of fluid arround him, and moving his wings down, he started swimming upwards at a dazzing speed and motion. The surface of the moon washed water exploded as a large whirlpool emerged from it. the whirpool stopped abruptly with a single smach from the dragon's wings, dripping in large drops wich collapsed against the surface of the water, melting with it once more. The silvery rays of the moon washed the creature's feathers wich glittered with a pure silvery white colour, glittering with the sacred colour of Gods and Godesses. The large dragon flew at an amazing speed traveling faster than the wind, faster than the lightning, moving with his mind, with the psychical powers that characterized him. A large shadow flew over the forest calling everyone's atention, a feeling of calm and peace filled their hearts as the Lord of the Seas landed with the speed of a falcon, stretching his wings in the last minute to avoid the deadly collapse. Jag stared at her summon and smiled proudly and gently, "Oceanos" her voice whispered nearly breathless due to surprise, but a warm feeling of happiness heated her body. Oceanos was large than the Lugia ditto batteled in the gym, his wingspan was shorter than Bahamut's only by a few inches and his height was the dragon's height.
Rinoa shook wildly as fear engulfed her, tales told about Oceanos mentioned how this one was the supreme God, stronger than any roaming through the world. She took a few steps backwards and pointed at the large, purifying dragon, "Bahamut, destroy him so the next tale they'll hear is how an elemental destroyed the most powerful God in the world" her voice yelled, rought, mean and without any trace of feeling except hatred in it. Bahamut roared and stood up as tall as he was speaking to the skies, "as you wish, Rin" his thundering voice yelled obediently as he oppened his mouth as wide as could be. A ball of fire ignited in his throat, the black flesh became red as the fireball aproached the fanged oppening, ready to destroy the powerful God. A large flame escaped his mouth, it spiraled and twisted painfully as it's core glowed a bright yellowish white colour. Oceanos stared at the flame a few seconds and with the speed of a jolteon his body was flying over Bahamut's head, "Rinoa, you are not evil, it's the evil that created Bahamut wich is consuming you, you must stop this" Oceanos' wise voice echoed in the valley penetrating the Witch's ears. Rinoa looked up at the dragon, her honey eyes glittered all of a sudden, moist, her mind debating between locking her creation and forget about him or destroy Oceanos and becoming a legend. The dark area of her heart took control of the noble Witch, "Bahamut, kill him" her cruel voice echoed in the forest, scaring a few birds wich flapped away for safety.
Bahamut roared ferociously, the moon reflected on his black scales as he moved swiftly in search for the white dragon. His tail whipped quickly breaking the sound barrier with the speed, his aim directed torwards the great white dragon as his attack was created against him. Oceanos looked behind in time to see the black blurr of something thin aproaching him, he didnt have time to think what it was as he felt the stinging pain of a whip cutting his holy flesh. Oceanos was thrown a few metres away, his whole body smashed against a tree breaking it, his bones felt sore and bruised as his whole body collapsed feeling in pain. Accidentally the tip of Bahamut's tail had made contact with the box's cover where he was sealed in when Rinoa thought it was neccesary. The cover flew and landed against a sharp edged rock breaking in half, the fissure separating the red triangle in two pieces. Rinoa was taken by surprise and fell on the floor as she attempted to protect herself and the small box. The black dragon emmited a ferocious roar and turned his cold, yellow eyes to the Witch that had created him. Rinoa stared up at him, suddenly feeling extremely frightened, the power, the determination and the coldness that had frozen her heart had left her as soon as the box was broken. Her lips trembled as she attempted to speak, "Ba...Bahamut, to Oceanos...you have to...attack...Oceanos" she spoke, her voice was hight pitched but faint, nearly a whisper, vanished due to fear. Bahamut didnt back away, he stood in front of the shaking woman as tall as his legs permitted him too, an evil and cruel smile drawn in his lips and his sharp teeth showing dangerously. Jag observed terrified how the dragon she had summoned was defeated with some ease, but she saw surprised that the black dragon didnt obey his creator. She ran torwards the terrified teenager and placed both arms around her in a comforting hug, "Rinoa, calm down, it will all be fine" she told her gently and kindly. Even after the Witch had tried to kill her, Jag knew that she wasnt evil, her heart had been wrapped by a dark veil, but now that it was freed, the Summoner could see she was a noble and trustworthy Witch.
Her eyes changed from soft to hard as they traveled to the dragon, she stared in anger at the dangerous creature as she understood, for the first time, that he didnt act under the Witch's command, but under own will, "you, why dont you just leave us alone?" she yelled at him coldly. Bahamut emited a roaring laughter as his eyes pierced the woman's icy blue eyes, "you are brave, but that wont be enought to save you" he claimed, his voice increasing in volume as he breathed deeply, getting ready to release another fire attack. The dragon rared deeply and released his powerful attack at the two women. Jag and Rinoa tried to lower themselves in a hopeless attempt to cover from the deadly attack, their eyes shut tightly as they got ready to receive the painful feeling of fire burning their skins and bodies, roasting their organs and giving them a slow and painful death. But instead, both of them felt a wild gust of cool wind blowing past them, Jag oppened an eye in time to catch a glimpse of a large, white creature covered in a bubble batteling the dragon. She looked torwards the broken tree and saw the disheartening vision of Oceanos laying still with the tree leaning over his bruised body, but another quick look at the animal revealed the familiar and strange similarities to the God of Seas. Jag felt a wave of happines flow though her body as she realized who this dragon was. With the speed of lightning she turned arround and saw a familiar tailed figure standing proudly in the faint shadows of the forest.
Jag smiled gently but didnt move an inch from her spot, "Christian" she whispered feeling a wave of pleasure fill her as the boy emerged from the shadows revealing his handsome face and figure. Christian smiled at the woman but his gaze was swift and barely noticed her different appereance, "Shifter, now aeroblast" his maleish voice echoed to the dragon, guiding him into attacking the deadly creature. Jolt's eyebrows narrowed in disgust at the sudden appereance of the Despe, he felt a wave of jeallowsy burning him inside, slowly consuming him. Lupin shook his head and continued in observing the battle from their current position without moving an inch, this was a battle between Summoner and Witch and intruding wasnt correct.
Oceanos oppened an eye in time to see another like him batteling the evil dragon, "Silver?" his voice spoke weakly, painfully, but his spirit was ressurecting at the thought of his loved one. Shifter spinned several times avoiding the dragon's continuous attacks, revealing his blue feathered stomach, "no, that isnt Silver" Oceanos said desperately feeling his previous happines vanish from him. He looked at the Summoner with saddened eyes, "i failed you, my Summoner, but you cant give up, can you?" he mentioned as he realized she was trying to find clues that would help her defeat Bahamut. He looked at the much weaker Lugia batteling to defeat the inmense power of the dragon, most of the time evading his deadly attacks, and he understood, the Lugia didnt give up being unreal, he, Oceanos, wouldnt give up easily. His body hurted but his determination healed his sould, he was strong, powerful and noble, and he wasnt going to give up. Slowly he felt his body standing up, his strenght returning to him, his wounds healing as his vitalist spirit returned. His voice echoed in a might roar, a roar that was as gentle and delicate as an elf's singing. He flapped his wings impulsing his body upwards and flew torwards the dragon attacking it ferociously with his supreme attack, Holy Beam. This beam was like an aeroblast, but the five arms were already fussed into a thick colum of light, and it's power was inmensely superior.
Jag stared with a smile on her lips at her God batteling once more, flying with the agility mentioned in tales, and fighting with the courage of a warrior, the warrior he was. Ignoring the battle for a brief moment she turned her face to the witch, she was pale and frightened, and surprise was written in her face as she seemed to realize that her priorities were wrong. The Summoner placed a hand on her shoulder, "Rinoa, it's all right, but to our safety tell me, why did you create him?" she asked kindly, her voice was soft and gentle, like an elfic princess' voice, noble and friendly. Rinoa looked at her, her eyes were watery and she was about to break down crying in any moment, "well, i have always been quiet lonely, specially since my grandma, who cared for me, well...i decided creating an Elemental could be good, he could be my friend, but my ambitions were greater than my common sense, and i created a fire Elemental, powerful but hard to control...Elementals are not bad, this one is bad because it fed on dark magic and cruelty" her voice reassoned, it was faint and her words were stopped by an occasional sob. The Summoner stared at her thoughtfully, her gaze wasnt placed on the Witch, it moved arround analizing the events and the posibilities, "Rinoa, when did he stop obeying you?" Jag asked casually but mostly curiously as her eyes landed on the broken box. Rinoa sobbed a couple of times and looked down at the box, hugging it lovingly as if she expected Bahamut to return to her side, "well, when his tail whipped me accidentally and it broke..." she started but a new train of thoughts stole the words from her mouth. Both women looked at each other, their eyes were wide in realization, "the box" their voices mixed and tangled, dancing with each other as their words were spoken in unision.
Jag ran torwards the oposite side of the broken box, she wanted to appart Bahamut from it to give Rinoa a chance to recover it and once more gaint the dragon's control. Her eyes looked up at the dragon now surrounded by the two white flying creatures, "hey Bahamut, if you are so brave, why dont you squish me?" her voice yelled at him, bravery could be sensed flowing with the words but hope was the main note forming the music. Bahamut stared down at the Summoner and roared angrily, "you dare to challenge my power, Summoner? You shall be destroyed" his cruel, cold and thundering voice roared down at her angrily, he aproached her getting ready to enjoy the feeling of killing a human. Rinoa crawled torwards the box, her eyes placed on the two pieces mentally reuniting them, her heart beating as fast as it could but her mind cool knowing that the life of a Summoner depended on her triumph. She reached the box and grabbed both pieces placing the hollow part on the floor next to her. She stood up with both parts on her hands, ready to be united and like that, trap the dragon into a cage to never be free. Her eyes stared at the familiar creature, her heart feeling lied to as she thought she knew him, "Bahamut..." her voice yelled at the dragon as she planned on getting a delicious revenge. The black dragon turned his head to look at the woman, and his eyes nearly fell off his head as they oppened wide at the vision of the controling fire symbol. Rinoa placed both parts together smiling proudly at the dragon's shaking head, "return" she snapped seeing a line of red line uniting both areas with an unbreakable magic glue. The dragon roared ferociously but a hint of fear could be heard in his thundering voice as his whole body was absorved into the box becoming nothing but a mass of pulsating reddish and yellowish, flaming light. The Witch placed the cover on the box taking the golden chord that served her as a belt. she wrapped it arround the dragon's box, closing it tightly so it would never be oppened, "there, you wont hurt anyone else, any more" she said feeling the sweet taste of revenge in her mouth and spirit. The Summoner walked torwards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Surprised, the Witch turned arround to stare at the woman with a surprised look drawn on her face. Jag smiled gently, "you did the right thing, now we have to get rid of that box, hide it in the depths of Cyma so it can never be found" Jag exclaimed a tone of superiority, of strength escaping her mouth. Rinoa nodded affirmatively, "yes but where can we hide it? all arround us is a layer of soil and large boulders underneath" she explained coherently as her eyes scanned the area. Oceanos landed gently on the soft ground and stared with large, brown eyes at the Witch, "i'll carry it to the abyss of Eanay and hide it under the stones" his gentle voice echoed in the forest explaining his purpose. Rinoa looked up at the dragon, "Eanay?" her voice asked questioning as she tried to remember the source of this familiar name. The knowledable Lupin walked forwards responding to her question, "Eanay is the deepest ocean of Cyma, legends always mentioned how Oceanos lived in the depths of the Eanay Trench, now we know this is true" his maleish voice explained kindly letting aside the differences between Witches and Shapeshifters. Oceanos nodded gently looking at both, Shapeshifter and Witch with a calid look in his eyes, "well, Rinoa, give me the box" he commanded her severely but still kindly and softly. Rinoa gave the white dragon the small box, his large fangs grabbed it gently, frightened it my break and release the evil contained inside. His large wings impulsed him torwards the skies, and, with a last glance at the Summoner, he left in the direction of the East, torwards Eanay, "farewell my friends from the breeds of Cyma, rely on your hearts and strength your souls" his voice echoed as a wise advice to the group.
Jag stared at the dark skies long after the Lord of the Seas had vanished, her eyes piercing through the dark veil of silk, spotted with purpurine wich glittered brightly like a night dress in a party saloon. Christian walked torwards her, his tail waving gently behind him as he walked, "Jaguar? Are you all right?" he asked the woman kindly but slightly worried about her. Jag turned around reacting to the sound of his voice, her icy blue eyes pierced into the Despe's bright blue ones and a smile was directed torwards him, "oh, hi Christian, thanks for helping us before" she told him kindly and gently. Christian took a startled step back as the woman came into vision, his tail stopped waiving back and forth as it suddenly stopped, paralized as if frozen. His eyes oppened wide as the ran across the girl's body, examining every inch of her figure, his jaw dropped as he attempted to say "wow" but his voice had faced. His fascination was great as he saw the trainer with a new light, with the eyes of a man, "wow...you look like an elfic princess" his voice spoke no more audible than a whisper and stuttering nervously. Jag felt her cheeks burn with a deep blush at the comment of the Despe, but she ignored it as soon as she caught a glimpse of the enraged jolteon crowching on the floor, "thank you, Christian, have you come to stay?" she asked him kindly appearing as formal as she had been taught by her family. Christian nodded slowly still fascinated by the beauty of the woman, his tail had started to move once more but this time it was a nervous zigzagging motion. Jolt stared at the couple enraged, his skin was burning with anger as he dug his nails deep into the soil, "is he flirting with her?" he nearly yelled at Lupin, his voice wasnt angry, it was furious. Lupin sighed deeply directing his emerald eyes to the skies, "no, he is just nervous" he responded passively as he stared distractedly at a small white flower similar to an edelwise that hanged from a tree next to him. Jag nodded trying to look away from Christian, her privacy felt intiidated by the penetrating gaze of the man, "erm...and what did you do with the gym?" she asked kindly but her voice trembled in a sing that she was nervous. Christian placed both hands on her hips and smiled proudly, "i just gave it up forever, i was too tired of living into that 99th floor, needed a rest, so i just talked with the managers and they told me i could go" he explained, his voice was proud and excited, like that of a boy who has finally defeated a very complicated game and explains his works with it. Jag looked up once more and nodded smiling, "im glad, Christian, you really needed a rest" she spoke kindly and turned arround to look for the Witch.
She walked torwards her, she was pale and frightened, and her whole body shook nervously, "Rinoa?" Jag asked cautiously staring at the girl. The Witch looked up, her eyes wide with fear, but a pleased smile could be seen playing on her lips, "hi Jag, erm...just wanted to tell you that i was the one who stopped the car, i used my telekinesis abilities to steer it and safely land it on the ground" she spoke kindly and even a hint of pride could be sensed, but she was still frightened over the previous events. Jag stared dumbfounded, she couldnt believe the same person who had tried to destroy her had saved her life, "why?" she asked surprised. Rinoa emmited a faint sob as she looked down slightly embarrased, "because i didnt consider it fair that inocent people died, because i wasnt under the command of evil" she explained between ocassional sobs. Jag smiled gently and wrapped her arms arround her in a comforting hug, "ther, there, you can stay with us if you wish" she told her with a smile on her lips. Rinoa looked up surprised, a few tears still made their way down her cheeks but a flashing light of happiness iradiated from her body, "really? I wont be any problem for you?" she asked, her voice was slightly high pitched and disbelieving. Jag shook her head, "of course not, all of us have gone through similar experiences, we enjoy company, specially from those who have something in common with us, and by the way, it'll be nice to have another woman to speak to" the Summoner explained winking an eye. Bluemist yelled a displeased "hey" as her ear caught the words spoken, but this cause a wave of laughter spread through the group in roaring unision.
Jag guided the Witch torwards the group in an attempt to introduce each of the members to the newcomer, "this is Jolt, my boyfriend, he might seem like the baddie but he is as sweet as a kitten" Jag explained pointing at a flattered Jolt. Christian walked torwards him with a curious look in his face, "Jolt? What have you got? Jolteon complex? Actually, you look a lot like a jolteon" he mentioned scratching his head. The frustrated pokemon felt the energy building up in his body and accidentally released a charge of electric energy being unable to control it. Christian leapt off the way with the agility of a cat, "wow, chill, Jolt, didnt mean to insult you, actually i think you are very cool" he mentioned staring still surprised at the human able to release an electric attack. Jag giggled softly, "Jolt is naturally a pokemon, but he got the wish of becoming a human for me, let the guys find that out themselves" she explained in a whisper walking torwards Lupin. Rinoa laughed at the eletric pokemon's embarrased face and the Despe's surprise features while they tried to entablish a conversation. Jag pointed at the Shapeshifter, "this is Lupin Kyre, he is a Shapeshifter but he is noble and friendly like a knight" Jag explained managing to colour the Shapeshifter's cheeks a shade of pinkish. The black ninetales kissed the Witch's hand gently managing to create a wave of giggles escaping her mouth, "pleased to meet you my lady" he said calmly and friendly. Continuously Jag pointed at the blue dog sittng on the floor, "this is Bluemist, our vaporeon, she is a great pokemon and very friendly, you'll like her" she explained kindly winking at eye at the vaporeon. Jag stopped in front of Christian and smiled gently, "and this is Christian, our newest addition, he is a Despe but let him tell you his story" she mentioned. Rinoa and Christian looked at each other for a brief moment and suddenly she smiled kindly, "you are my neighbourg, arent you?" she asked him kindly receiving a gentle nod for a response. The Summoner smiled pleased observing the two different creatures trying to know each other better, "so close yet so far, i'll never understand people" she whispered to herself calmly and resuming into introducing herself. She placed a hand on her chest and smiled, "and i am Jaguar Moonfroze, Summoner and..." she explained but as cut off abruptly by the high pitched and fascinated screams of the girl. She leapt up and down, "you are Jaguar Moonfroze? Heir to the throne of Pozivnad? My grandmothe told me stories about the Summoners, she told me about the Moonfroze, Sunce and Mesena Moonfroze, king and queen of Pozivnad, im fascinated, finally i met a true Summoner, your ancestor, Mesena was the only person able to summon Oceanos" she explained, a new fragment of the Summoner's history. Jag stared at her in disbeliefe, "me? Heir to he throne of Pozivnad? But it doesnt exist any longer" she explained apparently calmly but a hint of nerves tricked her gentle voice. Rinoa shook her head, "it is still alive, lost somewhere and waiting for the Chosen One, you are that Chosen One, we will find your country and you will rule it like the princess you are" Rinoa explained excitedly. Jag stared in disbeliefe, of course, this whole story about heirs, queen, kings and pricesses was fascinating but she couldnt rely on a legend. Nobody knew anything about Pozivnad since thousands of years ago, it was more lost than Atlantida, who knew if it's ruins still existed.
Jag smiled gently and pointed to the East, "lets continue our journey, to Monte Nevado" she nearly yelled, and the rest responded in a chorus. Rinoa was fascinated, people had accepted her with kindness, and a feeling inside her told her that she would never be alone any more. The Witch directed her gaze to the stars who spoke their silent speech, "thank you, Grandma" she whispered gently as she deeply hoped that her grandmother could heard her words and see her now.
The group paced vigorously, a new strength formed in them, sue they had their differences but this were put appart as they realized that friendship was something people had to find, not create, and no matter wich specie you were, a true friend, Summoner, Despe, Shapeshifter or Witch, will always be there when needed.
End of episode, to be continued...