A new home and a new dawn as Topaz awakens to- hmmm. Something appears to be amiss… excuse me, dear reader. Something of great concern has come to my attention and I must address it.

~x1x~

Date: December 1st. Morning.

Location: Topaz's room.

It has been a few weeks since Jade and Violet had their little feud, but otherwise they've kept their distance. She spends most of her time isolated in her room, coming out to tend to herself or Pokemon. We have had a couple conversations about Pokemon though. Nothing long or personal, but it's progress.

As for me, life as a gym trainer has been mostly uneventful. I still have to attend school and considering I'm very much still a minor, I can't legally work all that long so it feels more like an afterschool club that I've been attending all my life than anything else.

Volkner and the gym trainers have slowly begun showing me the ropes of how the gym runs such as having me help out at the gym reception desk, aiding Zachary train new electric starter Pokemon and learning how to keep inventory. On occasion one of the gym trainers is called away for official business, but as a junior trainer I can't help as it's above my clearance levels.

Being a junior trainer was mostly an avenue for youngsters and lasses to become more involved in their Pokemon training for the future. I've been going to the gym all my life, so frankly it wasn't all that special for me, but for anyone else it would. Thankfully, Volkner stayed true to his word and helped my team and I out more often with training and I got to tag along with him whenever he needed to attend to something in the city.

The tagging along could be boring sometimes, but thanks to his expertise Donut and Lou were able to refine some of their newer techniques. Donut has been able to manipulate thunderclouds more easily and we're wondering how far that can go exactly.

Lou and I have noticed his exceptional aim and have been working on maintaining more focused shots with his ranged attacks for maximum pressure.

Both of my team's power levels have jumped significantly in such a short period of time that the training we used to do before barely even bothers them now. Even they are shocked by their newfound strength, meanwhile I'm living for the excitement.

After the battle with Benedetto, it took some time for me to notice that Donut had learned Thunder and Lou Thunderbolt. Before then we'd been in a rut with training, but according to my research Pokemon grew best through extreme adversity and what we all went through was very extreme. Their electric output had increased and their movements in battle more precise. It had taken a while, but we were finally back to making progress.

Lou's general mood had also picked up now that his protege Zenara was living with us and Cenza's personality always brightened up the room. Donut on the other hand has been distant. Really distant with our new roommates, mainly Amethyst. The others he was fine with and he enjoyed Cenza's company, but I've never really seen him speak to Amethyst since we all moved in. Amethyst had notably lightened up since I had last seen her, so we've been able to have ample short conversations since then.

Today I had planned on pushing a bit more to ask what was wrong, but…

"Ughhhh," I groaned, my head pounding. My alarm had just gone off to go to school, but I couldn't find the energy to leave my bed. My limbs felt as though they were filled with lead and with each subsequent ring the sounds began to echo and blur.

Donut took it upon himself to turn it off before he nudged me to get up, yawning the whole time. This had been the routine for the last few days. I would wake up feeling exceedingly lethargic, but after I took a shower and collected myself I'd be fine for the rest of the day. Volkner had questioned me asking if I was feeling undermotivated or exhausted despite getting ample rest, as he experienced that around my age, but I dissuaded his concerns and told him neither was true.

I think what I have may be worse. I can barely get up.

Somehow I managed to haul myself out of bed. Donut was looking at me with eyes filled with concern, but I simply patted him on the head. Lou was still asleep. I reached for my school uniform and made my way to the bathroom.

When did the bathroom get so far away?

I managed to open the door to the hallway to find Volkner in his pajamas talking to Roland when they each turned to me. Volkner said something to me, but I could barely make it out.

"Topaz? What's wrong? Hey-"

Unlike every other day my head refused to stop spinning and I could not find the strength to move my body another step. There was a loud buzz in my head and a familiar pain akin to how I felt when I first experienced telepathy. "Volk… ner…" Was all I managed to stammer out before my head made its quick descent to the floor. All I could feel were the rough, furry hands of Roland who had caught me. The last thing I saw was Donut grabbing my face squeaking at me to wake up…

~x2x~

Location: Unknown

The first thing I felt was the sun on my face. It was warm and familiar. A contrast to the autumn cold I had grown accustomed to lately. Whenever I am in the warm, beautiful sun I feel alive. Invigorated. It spurred me and my Pokemon on always. Yet, for some reason, I felt numb. Emotionally and physically, as though if I were to move I'd break. I tried to open my eyes, but even that was a task as they felt… foreign and familiar simultaneously.

Whether it was seconds or minutes that had passed, but my senses returned to me once again beyond my touch. I could taste the dryness in my mouth, the aromatic tones of expensive cologne and a quiet stillness, only interrupted by the occasional stifled sob and hushed conversation. My eyes finally opened to draw in the sights, noting that everything was much taller now. I was in a cemetery, during late spring in Sunyshore. I could tell by the familiar sakura trees, the familiar church in the distance and the altar of Darkrai in the distance. Protecting the dead in their eternal sleep from nightmares.

The attendants were mostly adults sans a seldom few young children. In a surprising turn, I spotted my Alolan grandparents and some of my other relatives. They were dressed in more casual, somewhat festive attire, but I had remembered it was often custom to celebrate a life in Alola so all black was not mandatory.

Elsewhere I could see my Sinnohan grandparents, my grandfather dressed in a black suit and my grandmother in an all black kimono. They were talking to an older, scowling man who appeared vaguely familiar.

Professor Rowan?

I wished to squint to get a closer look, but the head that my body was inhabiting tilted over to a young boy with familiar spiky blonde hair. He didn't pay anyone any mind, electing to just stare at the ground. I reached into the depths of my mind for a name.

Volkner? But how?

Before I could ask more questions, I registered that a hand had been placed upon my shoulder. The body I was in looked up to see a man forcing himself to keep himself together. He had the same brown skin as myself, long dark brown dreads and was of familiar lanky build to some of my Alolan uncles. He had elected to wear more casual Alola clothing as well. Right behind him was a tall Kommo-o who had appeared to be holding back tears, yet judging by the tear stains on his face, the attempt had proved fruitless.

The body I possessed looked up to him, but remained silent. There was an awful, aching pain in my chest that wished to speak, but it choked any attempt of communication I could muster. The familiar man knelt down and took a deep breath.

"Are you ready to say goodbye to Nero, Topaz? Can you do that for Daddy please?" He asked with a pained expression. Up close I could tell he had cried more than enough, but if prompted he likely would begin again.

My breath hitched at the mention of his name. A name I knew all too well.

Why? Why is this happening? Why now?

Finally, my body permitted a voice. A simple, but quiet yes, escaped my lips. My father held my hand as we made our way to the grave. As a custom in the Japanese regions, an appealing portrait was chosen of Nero to be used for his funeral, to be placed upon his casket.

I remember this photo. Dad took it when we went to the beach.

The memories came flooding back. The picture in the frame was of a young black boy, no more than around nine or ten years old. He had dirty blonde curly hair, ebon eyes leaning more towards gray and the brightest smile I had ever seen.

He was named after his eyes. Just like me.

His casket was beautiful, an ornate white with gold outlining. It was adorned with yellow, white lilies and chrysanthemums. Incense was burned at the base along with several bouquets, Alolan trinkets and small tokens depicting several different legendaries.

Close by to the casket sat a very familiar woman. She had elected for an expensive black dress and wore her light blonde hair in a short bob. Underneath her eyeglasses were lost gray eyes staring ahead at nothing in particular. She held her clutch in a vice grip and was seemingly trying to seize control from screaming violently at the world. She barely paid my father and I any heed when we made our way to the casket.

"Can you pray for him and leave Nero the token you made?" My father asked.

I nodded before kneeling down, praying to whatever legend that heard my plea to wish my brother a safe passing and that I would miss him. Once I was finished I placed a handmade token among the others depicting my attempt at carving the Alolan mythical, Marshadow.

There was an old legend my father used to read to us about how when a young boy had died in a tragic accident and was all alone in the afterlife, a mischievous Marshadow wiped away his tears and promised to become his best friend. Afterwards, the two are said to have gone on a number of silly adventures all across the island until it was time for the young boy to pass on.

There is no concrete proof of Marshadow's existence at the time as far as I was aware of, but I oh so badly wanted it to be true for Nero. We had each loved that story.

After my prayer, I could feel my body begin to ache once again, but this time I could tell something was wrong as my vision began to blur.

I don't belong here anymore.

Realization dawned on me. This was a memory, the memory of Nero, my older brother's, funeral to be exact. I had always remembered he was dead, that never escaped me, but I could not remember the funeral no matter how hard I tried. After my grandparents took me in, just as with my parents, he faded into obscurity. A topic not to be addressed.

Did I forget my own brother? No, impossible.

I could recall him. I absolutely could, but beyond trivial information such as what he vaguely looked like my memories of him were mostly gone. I could feel my heart begin to beat faster, but I was unsure of whether it was my own or the younger me's.

As the world around me began to collapse. As all the other guests in the funeral began to disappear, I began to reconcile that this was not how the funeral had gone. I looked for a way out as the world began to fall apart around me. No one seemed to care as they were sucked into the void.

Images began to fly through the darkness. A younger me being left at my grandparent's front door, my team and I running through the woods as Mankey chased us across Route 214. Then it shifted to the warehouse where a smuggler's body was crushed by a boulder before it jumped to a snarling Benedetto pinning me to the ground before Violet began stabbing him, blood falling onto my face.

I looked around in a panic for some sort of solace. I turned to my father, Rod, but he and his Kommo-o had been swept away as well. All that remained was the casket, myself and my mother.

"Why," My mother whispered.

I turned to her in confusion, in full control of my body now. I looked at my mother who was staring into the void until her head shifted towards me. The memory around us began to warp.

Suddenly, we were in our old home, the night after the funeral. I could tell because my mother was lying on the floor weeping. Several empty bottles of wine were beside her. Her prideful hair was in disarray and her powerful presence was reduced to a miserable drunk. She leaned against the trash bin for support.

My mother, the picture of poise and class. To be reduced to this state was unimaginable, her mental fortitude was immense. Nor had she had ever indulged in so much alcohol as it muddied her thoughts. It… frightened me.

"Why Topaz, why," She continued.

The memories came back to me. I had come downstairs to get a glass of milk, which is where I had found my mother drinking away her pain.

"Mother?" I stammered. "Should I get-"

"WHY DID THE WORLD TAKE AWAY MY SON!?" My mother shot up from her stupor and gripped my arms, staring down at me with baleful eyes. From behind her a ghastly shadow began to rise, with a single red eye boring into my soul.

"Why does everyone die around me? First Rhea in the bloody war and all of my colleagues and creations, then my own son! Who is next Topaz? Will your father die or next or will it be you!?" She screamed into my face and the shadow got even larger. The perfect facade she had maintained during the funeral was gone. This was the depiction of a broken woman. "Why why why, why did my son have to die? Why does everyone I love die? Why does the world hate me, Topaz? Why must everyone leave me?"

"M-mommy?" I choked out before she quickly embraced me. I could feel my bones shiver as the ghost began to hold me as well. I tried to hug her as well, patting her back in order to calm her. "Do you… need milk?"

My mother stared down at me as though I was some unknown entity. Her eyes were lost spirals for a moment until she regained her bearings and hugged me close once again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that, it's okay. I've got you. I'll take care of you. Mother won't yell again. She'll make things right again. No one else will die, I promise you." My mother stroked my hair and held me tighter than she had ever done so before. Behind her I stared straight into the ominous red eye looking right through me. Before I could say anything else the eye began to glow and my eyelids became heavy once again.

"Sleep, my child, sleep," My mother whispered to me, moments before the Hypnosis went into full effect.

~x3x~

Location: Sunyshore Hospital

I opened my eyes once again to find myself in an unfamiliar, white room. There was a window to my right showcasing the rest of the city, so I was sure I was still in Sunyshore. I raised my hand to touch my face to note that I had been sweating and crying, but otherwise I felt okay.

I slowly propped myself up and observed my surroundings. I noted the medical equipment and machines by my bed. The plain walls and tiles surrounding me, but with a few pops of color to bring life to it. On the corner table was a vase filled with fresh yellow roses.

I remember Jade mentioning yellow roses can be presented as get well gifts.

"This is… a hospital room?" I asked aloud.

"Pika?" A familiar squeak drew in my attention. "Pika!"

I leaned over the side of the bed before Donut hopped onto it and began nuzzling me. I was still a bit groggy, but I had enough sense to hug him back as I could sense the anxiety dissipate from his little body. A few seconds later, Lou made his way onto the bed as well buzzing affirmingly.

"Bzzzt zzt buzz." I petted him on the head and he leaned in, pleased to see I was alright.

They both seem so worried. They usually aren't this openly affectionate. What happened to me? And why does my head feel funny?

I began rubbing my temples in an attempt to decipher whether the feeling in my head was pain, stress or some kind of new release. I felt much more awake at the very least. Donut and Lou kept staring at me with eyes mixed with concern and happiness until Jade, Violet and their Pokemon companions entered the room, along with Cenza.

As soon as Jade's eyes fell upon me his facial expression went from sour to sweet as he made his way over to my bed.

"You're already awake, thank Cresselia… you feeling alright? Any head pains? Are you mentally challenged yet? You're sweating and crying; is it too hot in here? Did you think you were dying? We can get you lighter blankets," Jade began rattling off in a similar way as I do when I am animated about a new topic. I gripped him by his arms and shook the tangent out of him.

"Jade. You're starting to sound like me. Don't steal my thing. I worked really hard for that schtick and I can't lose it after just one nap," I joked. "Anyway, I feel fine enough. A little lightheaded, but not in a bad… way? I think? Also it might actually be a bit too cold for my tastes, but these clothes they've got me in are so flimsy."

"You're right, you're right. But when Volkner told me you just randomly collapsed, this time I had to make it over. Crazy stuff seems to happen to you when I'm not watching, but this time we're ready!" Jade pounded his chest in determination, followed by the tiny Flax who had managed his way onto my bed. Shizu barked in solidarity.

Cenza hopped onto the bed and gave me the biggest hug she could muster. Which was still incredibly tiny, but I returned it all the same. Zenara ran up and nuzzled me, though Amethyst was oddly quiet and standing a bit away from the bed.

Violet then spoke up. "It is good you are no longer comatose. You were unresponsive for over twenty nine and a half hours."

Oh goodie she kept count.

"What happened?" I asked while patting Zenara on the head.

Jade and Violet gave each other a look before turning back to me. Jade spoke first. "Maybe we should wait-"

"Jade," I stopped him. "If you know, tell me."

Jade made a face before starting again. "Well, I don't know everything, but from what we know a few weeks ago you experienced a severe mental attack that reinjured your already damaged brain."

"A mental attack?" I whispered before I came to a realization. "October... Meowstic used Extrasensory on me! It was like all my senses were on fire! And by damaged brain, you mean from what happened to me when I was six. That mental manipulation?"

Jade snapped his fingers. "Look at you, honor student, correct. According to the docs you're sensitive to psychic manipulation. Sort of like poison and fighting types, except you don't bounce back as easily. So, the Extrasensory assaulted your already psychically frail mind."

"But that was over a month ago, how is it affecting me just now?" I was well read on many topics, but medicine is a bit complex. Especially neuroscience.

Jade gave a swift glance back to Amethyst who remained quiet and a good distance away from me. It was very much so unlike her. Jade sighed and continued once again. "It seems… the male Meowstic was not the only one responsible for your condition. Apparently-"

Violet gave him a glare. "Your brain is incapable of handling extended bouts of telepathy. Which, for some reason, neither Amethyst nor I were made aware of within the past several weeks. Nonetheless, she is refraining from speaking telepathically to you for the moment." She paused. "She is also apologizing for putting you through undue stress, though I am loath to say this is remotely her fault."

I noticed Donut gave Amethyst a surprisingly dark look before immediately turning away. As I was still processing and this was definitely not the time for this, I ignored it and turned to Amethyst who looked apologetic. She was facing towards me, but not actually looking at me. She was holding her arm in a demure fashion and her expression was unusually sad.

"So, the telepathy was the tipping point," I whispered. I touched my head once again. It still felt like my mind was swirling, but I could finally discern that it was more pleasurable than painful. I focused my eyes back on Amethyst. "I suppose I should thank you then. Not so much for the brain damage, although it's good to know my limits now."

She gave me an odd look, more pained than anything, before going back to how she was before. Jade had a flabbergasted look.

"Oh uh sorry, that came out wrong, I should explain." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Whilst I was unconscious I had a dream or at least, I had thought it was a dream. In reality, it was a memory. My memory…"

Donut, Cenza and Zenara all nudged me to make me realize I had begun to breathe at an uncomfortable rate. I calmed myself down and tried to explain. "Jade, you remember how I can't remember my life after my mom… abandoned me, right?"

Jade now looked concerned. "Yes?"

"In my unconscious state, I unlocked one of my memories before that time. Nero's funeral… my older brother's funeral…" I spoke softly as though the words foreign to me. Donut and Lou gave knowing looks, meanwhile everyone looked confused and surprised.

"I remembered my brother, I always have. I could never forget him, but I was so young when he died and there was no question that he did in fact die unlike my parents. He just… went to the back of my mind, I guess." I gave a pained chuckle.

"I remember what my Alolan grandparents were wearing. Who amongst my cousins, aunts and uncles were crying. My Sinnoh grandparents trying to shunt away their emotions like they do everything else. Professor Rowan was there as well…" I swallowed my hesitation. "I remember my f-father… telling me it was time to say good-bye…" My hand wouldn't stop shaking.

I had to stop, I wanted to control myself, but it wouldn't stop. Lou's eyes softened as he watched me grip the sheets tighter. He chittered something to Cenza softly who began to move. She held my hand and I could feel a soothing presence flow through my arms as her cheeks shone a calming pink.

Her fairy abilities? Thank you, Cenza.

I could feel myself beginning to calm down. The grief wasn't going away, but according to Volkner it's important to feel the pain now so you can move on later. Zenara and Donut snuggled closer to me. Everyone else patiently waited, but I could tell Jade had no idea what to say for once.

"My grandparents don't talk about my parents and even less so of my brother. My Alola family is more forthcoming, but I don't see them as often and I'm not the best at keeping contact. I had forgotten how I looked like him, we even share the same eye color," I managed to choke out. "His presence was… comforting."

"I don't know much about funerals, but apparently we were putting tokens of good faith on his grave to wish him well before we buried the casket. My dad helped me hand make a Marshadow token for him, after the Alolan myth. How Marshadow befriends the dead children of Alola, so they won't be afraid to move on. So, they wouldn't be lonely. I wanted Nero to not be scared… no, I think… I think he would've wanted to remain friends with Marshadow. So they wouldn't be lonely either."

I clenched my head once again, trying to get a grip on Nero's personality, but I couldn't. All I could remember was his bright smile in that photo. A genuinely happy, considerate smile that you could never fake.

How did he die again? ...no, not now.

"My mother was sitting by the casket. She refused to speak to anyone, she simply stared into oblivion, as though she was holding something back. After I placed the token, the memory began to dissolve and I got flashbacks to everything that happened with Benedetto and everyone getting hurt-"

I stopped to look at Cenza. She was holding back tears, but she kept sending me good energy. I rubbed her head softly.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry for asking you to-," I tried to apologize for asking her to attack Meowstic. How she had nearly died trying to save her. How I had messed up because I wasn't a good enough trainer, but she squeaked over me and kept holding my hand. She wasn't having it. She just held on tighter.

"After that… my memory jumped to the night of the funeral. When I was home or well, my old home. My father was so drained he fell into a deep sleep, but my mother was awake… I had come to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, but she was surrounded in wine bottles," My voice hitched at the thought. "She was manic. She asked me why everyone leaves her and why everyone dies. Something about the war and how she was going to take care of me? She mentioned a woman's name that I wasn't familiar with, but there was something wrong. There was a living shadow and they put me to sleep… then I woke up here."

I sighed deeply. "I had forgotten how stressful all that was. The pain I felt, the pain my parents felt. I thought my mother wanted to die… but now she's gone. My father, mother and brother are all gone and I'm all that's left…"

There was a pregnant pause until I remembered what I had meant to say. "Amethyst, don't blame yourself. It's because of you I have these… vital memories back. I can live for Nero properly now and I'll become a better trainer, so I won't send anyone to anymore death traps! Plus, the doctors can fix me right? So we can speak to each other! It's alright, I forgive you," I adamantly stated, wiping away my tears.

She gave me a long look before looking up at Violet. "She says she would be more than happy to continue speaking with you, as well as allowing everyone to speak to each other via telepathy once it is safe. She… also does not know why you forgive her, but she is thankful all the same."

I nodded thankfully. Jade had his arms crossed and was looking down. Flax placed a hand on me whilst Shizu whined her sympathies. Zenara nuzzled me again, as Cenza began to ease the fairy essence. Donut and Lou cozied up to me so I could hold them both in my arms. Donut buried his face into my shirt so no one else could see his face. He hated crying in front of others.

"You don't have to worry about death traps or anything of the sort. Flax, Shizu and I have got you, Zio. I can protect you in your brother's place, I promise," Jade clenched my hand with surprising earnest. "I can only do that if you don't run off to fight smugglers without letting me know, but I'll do my best. We're a team. Yeah?" Flax trilled whilst Shizu barked in affirmation.

I clenched it back and smiled right back at him. "Yeah."

Violet looked at me intently. "I cannot claim to be able to protect you, but I will do the best I am able to help you become strong enough to not need frequent protection." She paused. "Amethyst and Zenara are in agreement with that statement."

"Maree!" Zenara kept nuzzling her head into me as Amethyst gave me a sad smile.

I surveyed them all gratefully. "Thank you guys. I'll do my best!"

"De dedenne!" Cenza piped up waving her hands in the air with a pouty face.

Amethyst looked to Violet, who looked at me. "Cenza is saying she will assist as well."

I patted her on the head. "I'm counting on you too, don't worry."

"Pika pika!"

"Buzz bzzt!"

Donut and Lou surged slightly with electricity and determination. Their eyes shone with an overpowering affection towards me. They were in it for the long haul, do or die. I hugged my partners even tighter.

"One day, we'll stand alongside Cynthia, Reginleif and Heimdall, as Sinnoh's protectors. I promise you both that. Let's work even harder and make Volkner proud!" I hyped them up.

I felt so much better already. Even though my most unfortunate memories returned, I could sense my bond strengthening with everyone. I could still remember that fateful day I had met Cynthia and my life had changed forever. Back then I had no one besides Volkner, yet here I am now… a team who loves me and friends who care for me. Bonds forged through time and adversity…

I dunno what those cards mean exactly… but I know they are good signs.

I hummed at the thought. Moments later, Volkner walked in with Roland and Froberge. All three relaxed upon seeing me up and talking with seemingly no trouble. The two Pokemon immediately made their way over to me to voice their happiness followed by Volkner who ruffled my hair.

"Good to see you're not gorked," He joked before he tilted his head, giving me an odd look. "You've got a different look in your eyes. Experience enlightenment while asleep?"

"Uhhh, something like that. I'll explain later. Anyway, I feel great. When can I go home?" I asked.

"Not so fast. The doc has to give you the clear first. They are going to be more thorough this time as it seems your psychic sensitivity can't go as ignored as they thought. Luckily, there are newer, safer treatments for you to take. Eventually, you'll be able to communicate via telepathy without issue, but after two major brain screw-ups, I'd cross off 'becoming a psychic' from your bucket list," Volkner explained.

I hadn't intended on it, but now I'm a little sad.

"To ensure everything goes right this time I've brought an expert and a personally close friend of mine to aid us," Volkner smiled.

Close friend? Volkner doesn't have any that aren't a coworker, so they must be a League member.

A thin man in a maroon suit with blue, wavy hair and glasses walked in with a Gallade and Espeon right behind him. "Hello Topaz," said Lucian calmly, "it's good to see you are awake."

I leaned forward in shock and glee trying to gather my words. "Lucian! Um… hi!"

Eloquent as always.

This was not my first meeting with Lucian. I am not as close with him as Cynthia and he's rather busy in his own right considering how many responsibilities he has. Nonetheless, I believe we are on friendly terms. It does not stop me from completely gushing when the strongest elite four member waltzes into my room.

"Are you here to help me?" I asked. Despite not being a psychic himself his Pokemon are among some of the most adept in the world. It is unheard of to be so strong and yet have average or below psychic talent despite being a psychic specialist, but Lucian is a man of many accomplishments without any psychic talent at all.

He nodded. "I'm here to determine the nature of your ailment, and to assist in working out treatment. The better we get at properly handling these occurrences, the better we can help those affected."

Volkner turned to me. "Your situation is relatively tame. Your psychic sensitivity does not seem to hinder your intelligence, but more so it seems to be a tight seal of your memories from what I can understand. Whatever Pokemon did this to you is well versed in manipulating human minds. Which means it's highly likely they have a trainer who did not mean to harm you, just shut memories out. Whether they meant so many memories, I dunno, but others have tried in the past and they… don't end up so lucky."

"You mean gorked?" Jade spoke up. Volkner sighed deeply.

"That's one symptom, yes."

"Now, Topaz," Lucian began, "The way to ascertain what Pokemon did this is going to seem very monotonous at first. However, given the time since the incident it's the best way we have to determine how to help without causing any undue harm to the person in question. So bear with me, alright?"

Jade looked around. "Is it alright for us all to be here?"

He glanced at him. "That depends. How interested are you in psychic type Pokemon?"

Jade ran his fingers through his hair once again in mischievous thought. "Well, there's a particular bug psychic type from my homeland I have vested interest in. Otherwise, they are fine enough."

He nodded slightly before looking back at me. "The way this will be conducted is I ask you the name of a psychic Pokemon, and you tell me everything you can think of about that Pokemon. Unless things are extremely complex, that should narrow down the suspects relatively quickly. My partner Pokemon will keep watch of any notable signs."

"Oh this sounds fun, I can do this easy!" I smiled back on all the hours I've spent on the Pokedex. I also remember there's a lot of psychic legends, so who knows. Maybe Azelf did this to me. "Good thing this isn't electric types or Volkner would take over."

Volkner folded his arms pretending he hadn't been called out while Lucian chuckled before adjusting his glasses. "Let us start with Pokemon native to Sinnoh. Alakazam."

With each Pokemon I rattled off the first things I thought for them. To save the time of everyone else more than anything I'm not gonna list everything, although it was a fun test. Jade as expected did not share much interest as Lucian did not seem to name the Pokemon he was interested in.

Violet was paying extra close attention to every statement I made. Whether she was taking mental notes or looking for errors, I was unsure. She wouldn't find any errors though. Not to toot my horn… okay, toot toot, but I love Pokemon. I know what I'm talking about.

~x4x~

"...that covers Reuniclus then. Next, Meowstic."

"Native to Kalos, Meowstic is unique in their drastic gender differences. Females are known for more offensive roles befitting their moveset, while males are more equipped to be supportive. Amethyst and Benedetto's male Meowstic are key examples-"

Considering one tried to kill me and the other I live with, I have much to say about Meowstic off the top of my head. I cannot simply live with a Pokemon and not learn even the most obscure details about them. I got a tiny headache thinking about them all, but I guess that's supposed to happen? Lucian didn't seem surprised, anyway.

"Malamar."

"Native to Kalos, this Pokemon is unusual as they are currently the only non water type in the Water 2 egg group in the Pokedex. Not forgetting their odd evolution method by turning upside down after reaching an agreeable level of power makes them quite memorable to scientists. I've read reports that they were formerly water types-"

And once again, I went off about a Pokemon I barely even think about. I wasn't even entirely sure if there was a Malamar at Benedetto's smuggling base. Definitely some Inkay at least. My head barely tingled at the thought.

"Metagross."

Oh this'll be fun.

"Native to Hoenn, they are one of the most powerful Pokemon in the world that associates with humans. The most famous of them all is Champion Steven's shiny Metagross, Palladium, whose destructive force and battle prowess rivals even Reginleif."

Lucian sighed. "At best arguably, but continue."

"Despite being discovered in Hoenn, the population there is incredibly small. It has been noted the largest colonies inhabit colder sections of the world as the freezing cold stimulates their brains. Their brains are said to be on par with supercomputers and upon their 'death' they split apart into several Beldum-"

I went on for much longer than I had for say Grumpig or Malamar. Meeting Palladium and Steven himself would be a great honor and I had considered asking Cynthia to introduce me, but I don't want to be a bother. Once I began to finish my head started hurting more than any other Pokemon. Even more so than male Meowstic.

Lucian caught my wince and took out his purple Pokedex, typing away until he brought up a picture of a Metagross. Suddenly the pain grew more intense, causing me to rub my temples.

He looked much more serious now. "Is there anything you can tell me about Metagross that isn't in the Pokedex?"

I scrounged my face. Have I ever met a Metagross? They aren't exactly common, especially here. Yet I still had something to say…

"People think because they have brains on par with supercomputers they are robots. While they may not bleed the same blood or think the same as we do, they still have emotions. They can experience happiness and grief. They can be cruel and kind. They can… give you rides… when you ask…"

I experienced a sudden case of vertigo, my eyes losing focus for a moment before everything became clear. Likely Lucian's team fixing any anomalies. Donut was looking up at me with concern before I turned to Lucian. Volkner stood sternly in the corner, his expression grave.

Lucian nodded. "One final question then. At any point in time do you remember having been close to a Metagross?"

I rubbed my chin and for some reason I was drawn to Volkner. The familiar blonde hair… no. It was lighter than that. She had it.

"Volkner… didn't my mom have a… Metang? Or Metagross?" I asked.

He nodded slowly. "They evolved into Metagross when you were a kid. It took awhile since Vanna rarely battled or trained. Physically anyway."

Lucian put a hand on my shoulder as he got up. "That is more than sufficient. Thank you, Topaz."

"Oh uh, I should be thanking you and your team. Volkner says you're like the busiest person in the League and yet you're still the second strongest. It's amazing!" I gushed.

He smiled gently. "I must keep up with my Pokemon somehow, after all. I can't simply let them do all the work."

Violet gave him a long look before she seemed to go back to staring off into space.

"Flint says you stress yourself out with how much you do, actually. Maybe that's a sign for an actual break?" Volkner brought up in a surprisingly teasing manner.

Lucian rolled his eyes. "Flint would say I stress myself out leafing through my bookcases."

"Sure, sure," Volkner slyly said, reframing from saying anything more. Now Jade seemed to be interested as he had begun to space out, only listening to what I had to say about grass or poison psychic types. He must've smelt drama or some inside League joke.

"Moving on," he continued, "you will need to stay in the hospital a while longer. However, you have given us a much better idea as to what your treatment plan should be. It shouldn't be anything that gets in the way of your life, though you will have to come back for regular checkups in the future."

"How long will I have to stay here?" The checkups were fine, I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.

He looked at his watch. "Likely overnight, but no longer. Don't quote me on that, I'm not a doctor, but your case is much more straightforward than it could have been."

I nodded thankfully. Not too long, thank Arceus. I gave a wide yawn, rubbing my eyes as the mental exhaustion was beginning to come back.

Lucian looked at Volkner. "I believe it would be best if we left him in peace to rest. Jade, Violet and company. You may do as you will. Volkner, if you could accompany me?"

Volkner got up to follow him out of the room. Jade gave me a fist bump before him and his team followed after him. Violet gave a quick nod before she left. Amethyst a soft smile, Zenara a bright one. Donut and Lou seemed like they wished to stay, but I urged them to go and get some food, Cenza helped convince them. After a few moments, I was all alone and drifting back to sleep.

Okay brain, save the traumatic memories for later. I'm too tired.

~x5x~

PoV: Volkner Beacon

Location: Sunyshore Medical Center

I sat in a small hospital meeting room with my arms crossed and my eyes closed. I had been stressed earlier considering everything that had happened today, so I took the chance to finally cool down. Lucian was to meet my parents and Professor Rowan at the front of the hospital. His Pokemon had been requested to bring them all here so we could talk. Lucian has a theory about Topaz's condition and we may very well share the same thoughts.

I had sent Flint a text about what was up and he told me to be my usual gloomy self and go with the flow. Funny how for once he finally tells me to just be chill.

I had sent all the kids home as Topaz wouldn't be waking up till tomorrow, with Roland and Froberge escorting them back. Donut and Lou chose to sleep with him in his room, as they've done everyday since they've all met. As of right now, I was alone.

After a few more minutes left alone with my thoughts, everyone arrived. Lucian, Professor Rowan and my parents, Vito and Blanche Beacon. We all sat around the table, with Rowan sitting next to me, my parents with each other and Lucian at the head. Seconds later his Gallade, Siegfried, warped in by Lucian's side without making a sound.

"Rowan. Volkner. Mr and Mrs Beacon." He nodded slightly.

Rowan and I grunted while my mom spoke up. "You had something you wished to discuss with all of us, Elite Lucian? About Topaz's condition?"

He sat down. "More specifically, about what and who caused his condition. It has become abundantly clear that a Metagross is the one who altered his mental state to lock away memories, as well as giving him permanent brain damage. And as of the moment, the most reasonable suspect is Vanna Heart."

My mother gasped while my father scoffed. Whatever Rowan felt he did not make privy to the rest of us.

"My apologies Elite Lucian, I have utmost respect for your position, but to accuse my missing daughter of ordering her Metagross to manipulate her own son's mind. That is absurd!" My father retorted.

Lucian just folded his hands. "Then please. Inform me why it's absurd. I have no particular desire for it to be her, but I cannot ignore the evidence we have already. She had a highly skilled Metagross with her, specializing in psychic capabilities. Topaz is currently unable to remember such a huge swath of his life prior to being dropped off at your house by her, that it is only reasonable to suspect attempting to repress his entire family life. It isn't as though there weren't several traumatic events to forget as well."

"Topaz was but a mere child when we took him in. He had a troubled past and felt abandoned, of course he could not remember everything clearly!" My mother shot back.

"I don't expect him to remember everything clearly," he continued, "but to remember nothing clearly is highly abnormal. Even ignoring the fact that he was reportedly in a dazed, quiet state for several days after- which, might I add, is an extremely common symptom of psychic manipulation going much too far- he is an Alter. An Alter who specifically has his mental capacity increased. I would wager that that is the reason he is still functional at all at this moment."

His eyes darkened a moment, his glasses glinted slightly. "And to continue on the train of uncomfortable thoughts, Vanna Heart disappeared precisely when, reportedly, Helheim was beginning in earnest. Now, I cannot claim much as we do not have much information. But she disappeared suddenly, she was never reported to be amongst the victims from any survivor's account, she was never reported to have been seen anywhere else since, and I have surveyed the reports of what transpired several times in excruciating detail. Not once was a Metagross listed anywhere among the victims' partner Pokemon."

"Are you implying our daughter abandoned her life to throw herself in with that lot," My father's voice bordered on threatening, but my mother put a hand on his back.

"It sounds like to me, Elite Lucian, that the evidence points away from Vanna being involved with Team Galactic. Her disappearance must've been a coincidence. An unrelated, unfortunate event," My mother tried to pass off. "My Vanna was troubled you see. She started taking medications to control her mood swings after the war and she must've… been off them for too long. Leaving poor Rod and Topaz like that, she was a distraught woman."

Lucian's eyes couldn't be seen for the glare on his glasses. "And what evidence is there to prove this? As I said, I have no particular investment in this particular outcome. I simply need to find out what happened in truth. Rod disappeared as well, but from every report I've heard I can't imagine that he would genuinely work for Galactic without anything short of brainwashing. He also at no point had a Metagross. If you have some new piece of information-" he looked at me and Rowan for a moment, "-anyone, I am more than happy to call that theory utterly false and move on. So." He looked deadly serious. "Does anyone have anything to tell me?"

Siegfried, folded his arms with a quiet glare across the table at my parents. He's not a fan of those who deny what's right in front of them. Meanwhile Aristotle, his Espeon, sat looking across all of us, the ends of his tails flicking every so often.

My parents stared at us, but Rowan spoke up first. "I will not claim I know your own daughter as well as her parents, but I will say I knew Professor Heart well as a researcher." Rowan's arms were crossed and his eyes intimidating as always. "Vanna Heart's mind was too fortified to have her decisions modified by any mere medication and I doubt she would take any that dulled her mind, no matter her emotional state. Professor Heart valued her coherency. She always maintained a level of mental control I had found rare, even in her darkest moments. If she did something, she meant it. Although… I do not know why she left."

"Professor Rowan!? Volkner honey, please," My mother turned to me. Rowan's answer had left her unsatisfied. "Your sister would never do such a thing. You tell him that."

I exhaled deeply. My stress returned, but funnily enough Siegfried rolled his eyes. "I don't know if you just pretended to not see it, but Topaz was not well when we brought him in. The doctor said he'd be in a daze, but you just brushed it off. He wasn't depressed or repressing his memories, his brain was fried and he could barely move or even emote for days. Only for short bursts. Don't even get me started on my sister, whom I barely knew and didn't make much of an effort to know me either. She was almost 20 years older than me. What I do know is that she had a Metagross."

"Come now, Plato was a kind Metagross. He was excellent with children," My father complained. "He would never harm Topaz."

"And what if he believed what he did was for Topaz's own good?" Rowan interrupted him, stroking his beard. "I do recall he was a fine and loyal Metang, but I never had the chance to familiarize myself with his Metagross personality. Due to the mutation during evolution, a Metagross' personality can change greatly. Perhaps he calculated his trainer's orders as the best course of action. I do not believe Elite Lucian's query into Professor Heart is unfounded unless someone is attempting to frame her for whatever reason."

My father banged the table harshly. There was a long pause as we all waited for him to speak his mind. Lucian's expression remaining unchanging, but thoughtful. "Our daughter was a private person, so I cannot say I knew everything about her, but we tried. We tried so hard, but once she got Rowan's internship she rarely ever came home and all of a sudden we learned she's getting job offers, dating, marrying, having children, going to offer her services in the Tohjo War and she comes back looking like hell. She wouldn't let us in, but she loved her children and she more than anyone knew the risks of mental manipulation. I cannot believe she would ever do such a thing or if Rod would even allow it!"

Lucian adjusted his glasses. "So correct me if I have interpreted this incorrectly, but Vanna Heart was a very private person who even those closest to her knew not much about. And the only people who did know more are either missing as well, deceased or had their memory of that time period wiped."

My parents were quiet until they began speaking amongst themselves. They began listing names, but came up with deadends. Many were merely acquaintances of hers, others had vanished or died in the war. They turned back to Rowan.

"Besides Professor Rowan… I do not believe anyone else besides myself and my husband knew Vanna well," My mother admitted.

"I do not believe Elite Lucian is damning your daughter for being a private person, Mrs. Beacon keep in mind. He is well known as quite the introvert. I am quite reserved myself. I respected Professor Heart's reservations and drive for her work as well. She aided many lives over her years in my service and even in the war from what I am told," Rowan comforted my mother in his own way.

Lucian looked at Rowan. "Her parents affirm that she would have well known the risks. Can you cite any instances of her having done, created or theorized anything that was distinctly more risky in the pursuit of accomplishing what she felt needed to be done?"

Professor Rowan closed his eyes for a moment, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "For combat purposes, Vanna created the Life, Flame and Toxic Orbs to utilize certain abilities such as Guts, Quick Feet, Sheer Force and Poison Heal. She believed it useful, whilst I considered them easily abusable tools for power. I theorized over-exposure for certain Pokemon could have lasting effects. Unfortunately, I had no authority over what she did with that invention as the concept was purchased from her and now the rare items circulate the pockets of advanced trainers of the world. I believe she even outfitted superior models for the Tohjo War," Rowan finished before looking at Lucian. "I would have to reassess my notes on her work and character when she was a subordinate for further information. It has been many years since I've had to do so."

He nodded. "So in short, yes." He looked across the table. "Does anyone else have anything to add that would further or disprove this theory?"

My father simply stared at the table before speaking up. "After Rhea, her closest friend, and Nero, her dear son, had died… I do not believe my daughter would do anything to hurt her son and husband. I remember those days well, everyone made questionable decisions, but I do know she tried to be better. She was a good woman…" After that he was silent. Rowan and I had nothing else to say and my parents looked distraught as though age old wounds had been reopened.

That is what happens when you push down your grief. Your sadness. It comes back to bite you in the ass. Maybe they could recall more if they had ever dared to speak her name in the house. At least Rod's and Nero's. Topaz deserved more. I deserved more than that… but they tried their best. They wanted Vanna to be the next gym leader and respected her decision to become a researcher. In the end… her actions are her own.

Lucian was silent, allowing anyone to interject if they wished, but no one did. He simply nodded and stood up. "I believe that is everything, then. Professor Rowan thank you for your time, would you like to be taken back to your laboratory?"

"Indeed. Thank you, Elite Lucian," Rowan got up and nodded his head towards me then turned to my parents. "Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Beacon. My apologies if my word carried offense. If what Elite Lucian said was true, young Topaz is much more open than his mother yet shares her unending intellect. I am curious to see how we will grow as I believe he could even surpass her one day if he pursued an interest in research."

They barely responded, just nodding slowly holding each other. Rowan took his leave with Siegfried and Aristotle. I got up as well looking down at my parents.

"Sorry about that, but we had to know," I apologized before making my way out the door with Lucian.

"What's your next course of action?" I asked him as I watched him put on his winter coat.

"More investigation." He pulled out his phone. "Of course I can't devote all my time to this, but considering it lines up too closely with Helheim for comfort? It cannot be ignored. I would prefer that Galactic did not have her on their side, as that would cause… several complications for all involved. But the possibility is there."

"They aren't above kidnapping people and forcing them to work for them. There's still countless innocent researchers left unaccounted for. Besides the ones Eclipse has murdered at least..." I sighed at the disturbing thought. There was an uncomfortable pit at the bottom of my stomach. Lucian placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder which I appreciated. I took a deep breath before addressing him once again. "I'd like this matter to be kept private. Cynthia and Flint may know, but no one else. Can you do that?"

He paused. "I can promise that if it needs to be brought up with someone else, you both will be informed and asked prior. I'm reluctant to promise not telling anyone when the full scope of this situation isn't understood."

I looked him in the eyes. "Lucian, please." We both knew the gravity that came with a League member being associated with a member of an evil team. It could be damning and while I can't give a damn about my reputation as long as it allows me to do my job, I knew it would hurt my parents. The Indigo League took years to recover from the scandal of the leader of Team Rocket being their strongest gym leader. "Plus, I can't bear the thought of Aaron knowing and gunning for my ass every single meeting."

Lucian patted my shoulder once more. "Volkner. If there is any trainer region in which found family is more accepted than Sinnoh, I have not yet been made aware of it. The actions of those related to you do not reflect on you. And my reluctance to promise an ultimatum is primarily born from if the Helheim survivors have some information that requires elaboration on my part, and the fact I am not omniscient. I have no intentions of divulging any of this to Aaron before necessary. Nor anyone else who does not expressly need to know."

"Thanks. Just the thought of him hyper focusing on my life like I'm some criminal is more stress than I can tolerate right now," I groaned causing Lucian to chuckle.

He shook his head. "Not to worry, if he attempts that I will make sure Rowan and I have many cough drops prepared."

"Much appreciated." I checked the time on my phone and massaged my neck. "You're going back to work after this right?"

"Indeed. I have much to do."

"I've been stressed out all day, but I think we both deserve a break. I know a great family owned pasta place down the block. My treat," I offered.

He raised an eyebrow. "I may actually take you up on that. So long as they run an establishment Highshire would turn its nose up at, I'm perfectly happy to dine there."

I chuckled as I began to put on my winter jacket. "It's got the nice homely taste you can only get from genuine people. You'll see once you taste their chicken parmesan."

Lucian just gave a good natured smile. "Of course your favorite dish involves cheese."

"In its own way, it's very electric." Lucian finished getting ready as we made our way to the restaurant.

It's rare I get to go out with a friend like this. Not even because I don't have the time, it's because when I was younger I never wanted to. Nowadays, I've found myself enjoying the other members of the League more. As friends.

Just walking and talking about something other than work or the latest threat to the region. It reminded me how I spent my teen years fighting for the region, tirelessly improving to make it the best Sinnoh it could be. Now, we finally get to reap the benefits.

And the cheese to go along with it.

~x6x~

PoV: Topaz Heart

Location: Dreamworld?

I woke up once again in an ethereal state. My immediate thought turned to this being another memory, but when I looked down I could not even see my own body. I had no hands, legs or even voice. Yet somehow… I wasn't perturbed. Mostly. I was getting a bit tired waking up in weird places.

The world around me was a cascade of peaceful, beautiful colors. Greens, blues, reds, yellows and more. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the colors besides to sooth my mind. A pleasant tune passed through my ears. It was simple, yet I could listen to it forever.

After an unknown period of time I noticed a pulsing circle of light in front of me. My instincts pulled all of my focus towards it. I could feel my mind reaching out like a hand to go touch it. The circle was warm, pulsing like a heartbeat. Its waves moved throughout the world. My mind danced carefree until a new voice disturbed my peace.

"It seems I can finally reach you…"

I began looking around for where the voice could be.

"Worry not child, I mean you no ill will. Ease your cerebrum for it has endured much."

The circle of light pulsed each time the voice spoke. I noted it had a masculine, formal tone and an archaic parlance. I was unsure how I was supposed to communicate with the strange being. I tried to relay to that issue as best I could.

"Your thoughts and feelings are clear to me here as we are within your mind. Verbal explanation is not required from you."

Gladdened by that weird revelation I asked them why I was here and who they were.

"The seal on your mental quarters has been loosened and thus now we may converse. I am simply a guide. That is all I am capable of now."

I asked him why he was even here. What did he know?

"...I am simply a guide. My purpose is to aid the narrative you choose. My limited influence will bear no burden to you. One day I shall explain, when your mind is more at peace. Until then, sleep and recover. There is more to be done out there, than here."

With those last words, the colors around me began to brighten and encircle me. I allowed the calmness to embrace me and carry my mind back to my consciousness. The pulse of light in the center began to dim until there was nothing left.

~Chapter 22 Fin~

Fun Fact: The final scene is a reference to the personality quiz experience in the Mystery Dungeon titles with all the colors.

Question: Have you ever thought about incorporating the dream world into a fanfiction?