My dream were just me sitting in that white empty space. I was searching, but nothing was there to find me. My dream self-looked confused and worried. Did he want to see that pink sphere thing again?

I felt someone shake me away and rolled over to see Katrina staring at me with an expression of sadness. She looked at motioned her head at Zeina, who was already preparing to leave. Zeina seemed anxious to leave. I slowly rolled and got up, the shackles on my wrists reminding me of last nights emotional outburst.

Katrina stared daggers at Zeina, but Zeina continued to ignore both her and me as I struggled with the shackles. I picked up my bag and began to follow the group along the dirt path.

I began to feel some sort of familiarity on the path. Where were we? I looked ahead and saw Katrina looking around and walking a little faster to catch up to Zeina. Zeina waved Katrina off and I slowly caught up to Katrina.

"She's planning something." Katrina said and I looked back to Zeina who only stared at me like I was her prey. I could feel a mixture of excitement and hatred directed toward me as we walked along the path. Her emotions only causing me to feel afraid for what she was planning.

The trees began to grow further apart from each other as we excited the forest. That was when I saw it. The crushed hurts and destroyed buildings up. Some new buildings were in the craters, trying to wash away the memory of the destruction from before, but they were poor escuse to hide what I had done. We stood in the center of Grandon Village.

At a few of the new buildings that were being constructed, I could hear whispering as workers stared in our direction. My heart was slowly speeding up and making it harder to take in air. Memories of what I had done, easily poured into my head. I had left this village in ruins and I doubt they had forgotten about what I did to this place. We walked past an area that had different stone formations and pokemon crying over the dirt. They were mourning. Some of their wails of pain cause a cold shiver run up my spine. What were we doing here? Were they troubled by more monsters from the dark?

A crowd began to form around us. Carter and Katrina were pulled away from us and only Zeina and I stood in the center of the crowd. The faces if the crowd were a mixture of sadness and rage. Many of them had red eyes from crying from either emotion. I heard a familiar voice come from the crowd.

"The monster returns to it's first hunting ground." A low sounding voice sounded through the crowd.

A gap was opened in the crowd, leading to the voice. My heart was beating faster and faster. I knew who was standing there. His rage still burned from the last time we talked. I slowly turned and saw Lycanroc standing at the edge of the crowd.

He walked forward through the crowd. His eyes were filled with with sadness and anger. His eyes had dark bags underneath them, like he had slept for days. He stepped put to me and stared at me. I didn't know what to expect, but soon I knew. A rock from in his mane slammed against my jaw, sending me flying back and landing on my back. I could feel blood running from my nose as I opened my eyes to see the lycanroc staring down at me.

"Pathetic. How could I have let the village be destroyed by something like you." He said and slammed a rocky tail against my gut, causing me to cough up something warm.

I fel this sorrow and despair as he continued beating me. As if beating me would transfer his pain to me, leaving him free, but we both knew that it wasn't possible to feel the happiness from before. Patricia was gone and there was no way to bring her back.

With every smash, everyone just stared. No one cheered or encouraged the chief to continue, but no one raised their voice in argument against his actions. I saw that some of them were beginning to cry as they watched. I couldn't feel sympathy from them, but disgust of me.

I began to hear someone scream at the crowd, but it was muffled and to far for me to hear what they were saying. I did know that it was Katrina's voice. I could see her paw or ears through the gaps of the crowd as she tried to get through them and stop my beating.

I laid on the cobblestone road and I felt the sores and bumped of where I was beat, began to pulse with my heartbeat. They were slow and calm. I deserved this beating. If they wanted me dead, I wouldn't stop them. I can only remember the pain and heart ache I have caused since I have woken up here. I didn't want to feel this pain anymore. Maybe Luke would give me the release and freedom I needed to be happy.

Luke stood over me, he was now crying as he stared at my beaten and bruised body. He lowered his head and said, "Now you will receive the same freedom you gave to my daughter. I would ask you to send a message for all of us to our loved ones, but you will not be able to see them in your travels to the darkness."

He opened his mouth and descended he mouth around my neck. I could feel his warm breath against my neck. His slow breathing was all I heard. I was going to end this suffering. Zeina would get her closure, this village would be rid of me, and the council would have done less headache. I could hear Katrina crying in sadness and agony as she watched the ending. Once last time that I would cause pain.

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone froze as the voice echoed through the village. Luke looked up to see who had commanded such authority over everyone. I struggled to lift my head from the road and having a swollen eye didn't help to search with the rest of the Pokémon. I eventually saw the dark paws and glowing rings of the umbreon who shouted at all of us.

Valmeria broke through the crowd of sad Pokémon, her own tears decorating the stone road.

"How can you do this?" She asked and pleaded.

Luke was stunned by the question and no one else took the courage to answer her.

"You can't do this." She continued.

"How can you say that Valmeria. When you also know the pain, we are feeling. I remember how kind your father and mother were to everyone."

She snapped at him, and her yellow glow shined brighter. "You don't get to speak their names."

"You mock their memories by seeking vengeance and blood. You know what they stood for and what they would think if they saw you now. Savages. Beating those who are penitent, those who punish themselves more than any beating that you could give. They would be disgusted." She yelled through the crowd.

I could see some of the crowd lower their heads as the words hit their hearts. Luke stared at the crowd and spun from each face of shame.

"How could you forget how he ripped our loved ones from us that day! How we were left to rebuild and bury them! Don't forget!" Luke yelled at the crowd to try and rally them back, but he was already losing more than half the crowd.

Katrina had broken through the crowd and began to help me up from the ground. Before long, the crowd had been reduced to Luke and Zeina. Luke began to huff and puff at me in anger.

"I can't forget the pain; I won't forget her!" He said leaning over and letting more tears ran from his eyes.

He curled up as if preparing for an attack or a terrible pain had settled in his stomach. He began to tremble from the imaginary pain in his stomach as Valmeria approached him and began to rub his neck. The trembling stopped and he clasped to the ground, wailing with tears and sorrow.

I slow walked over, with the help of Katrina, to Luke. I faced him and slowly let out my own tears.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I am sorry for it all. She was the first one that helped me. I hoped that you would end this suffering." I said.

I could feel astonishment and sadness come from both Katrina and Valemria.

"You should not beg for the death. That is how you let the darkness truly win. If you want to do what is right, please do us the respect of helping others. Please do not taint the memories of our loved ones in that manner. Your innocent soul helps us to see that this is what is right." Valmeria said, staring at me with determination and heart.

I felt their power in her aura. It filled my heart with determination and power. My soul felt power, but my body felt the complete opposite. My bruises rang and sang at me with fits of aching and pain. My body refused to move anymore, and I just laid their on the ground and felt myself slip into the darkness of my mind.