Welcome to Chapter 3! This one didn't take as long as I feared. It was great ride writing this one out. I'm honestly proud of how I managed to describe some of the stuff here so I hope you like it!

And reviews! MillieBelle: Thank you for the review! Hope you like the chapters. For your question, I can't say the answer lol. Yes, we will be using the English names for pokémon. However, I am using nicknames so feel free to guess who you think it is! You're on the right track tho lol

This chapter's musical inspiration came from two sources. I started writing to the Love Me Back album by Jazmine Sullivan. Amazing and emotional, kept me motivated. But, midway through, it finished and I moved onto the album, A Love Story by Vivian Green. Both are amazing! A Love Story definitely help me bring everything together.

Also, if you're interested in my other pokémon stories, feel free to check out Pokémon Adventures: Turquoise, Jasper and Ammolite. It's based on the manga, Pokémon Special so if you're interested, please check it out! I'll be writing these stories side-by-side, but they aren't connected. I have a different universe planned for this story that has another crossover and a Shield and Shield novelization. So hopefully that'll be great!

Oh, and this universe is based primarily on the games. However, I do pull influences from the manga and the anime from time to time. I genuinely enjoy all three mediums for the most part so I wanna make sure they're all respected.

With any further ado, onto the chapter!

Fairy Tail's Moonlight

Chapter 3: Moonlit Possibilities

Kamari heard plenty of rumors about this monk. How his frosty disposition protected a heart of gold. And wedged an icy barrier between him and outsiders. Unlike the others, this monk—Brother Weiss, if he remembered right—did not interact much. Quietly, he moved around, leaving the air chillier than others remembered. Many of the boys stirred clear of him. Kamari often did the same.

He often saw Weiss, however, in the company of Aquilo. The two spent time in quiet areas around the monastery. Like the library—Kamari found them there one day and stuck around when noticed. They had a great rapport. Often, Kamari could not help but be jealous of their closeness. Third-wheeling was never a specialty of his.

If he were honest, this was the first time they were alone. Weiss was unlike his brother. Tall and lanky with white themed rosaries and feathers. He did not say much on the walk. Not that Kamari expected any different.

Kamari did not move to strike conversation either.

They walked down the long hallway and turned to a more twisting one. With white painted walls lined with strange imagery of birds, he had not seen before. These of various sizes and painted with different colors. They seemed to fly down a path, lead by a flock of green birds with glimmering eyes. Matching statues filled the halls. Some round birds perched on stone pillars. Others were taller and more mature with spread wings that exposed a facial pattern on their chest.

Kamari frowned. They looked familiar, pecking at a memory deep in his mind. However, it refused to awaken.

"They are scared birds," Weiss interrupted his thoughts softly. Like snowflakes dancing in a simple breeze. "Elder Chalmers says they tell the future."

Kamari raised an eyebrow. "I thought Elder Chalmers frowned upon animal companions?"

Weiss chuckled, but it lacked warmth. Instead, it sent chills down Kamari's spine. "Birds are no companion," Weiss said with a grim smile. "They are a lesson. A guide towards true freedom."

Weiss continued, speaking more than Kamari thought possible. Weiss always struck him as the "silent unless spoken to" type. He quite enjoyed it. In that regard, they were alike. Kamari also enjoyed the peace silence provided. Especially when spent with those who cared. Hearing the monk speak thawed just a bit of his icy defenses.

Kamari listened with rapt attention. Weiss had a lovely voice once he got started. Though the smile did not add any warmth to his words. Only dragged them deeper into a blizzard Kamari knew he wanted to avoid.

They arrived at Elder Chalmers's door faster than he expected. The outside possessed two of the mature bird statues in full color. Green bodies, white wings, and black markings. Their black eyes peered into Kamari's and he shivered. They searched for something in him he knew he could not give.

Weiss turned to him and nodded. "Elder Chalmers will see you alone." Kamari gulped. He assumed as much. He took a step and froze as Weiss's hand fell to his shoulder once more. "The folly of man is to believe they rule nature," Weiss started with hardened features. When their eyes locked, Kamari swore he saw a snowflake drift across his pupils. "Ascend above that desire."

This piece finished, Weiss opened the door and walked away. Gone with the chilly atmosphere Kamari had not noticed on the way here.

Kamari entered the room and bowed. Elder Chalmers sat in the middle of the room at a table, legs crossed as a lotus. He smiled at Kamari and ushered him in. A smile, Kamari always suspected to be manufactured. Still, he walked in and sat on the cushion at the table, lotus position as taught.

He had only been here once. Though he did not have time to commit the place to memory—having just awakened with little memory and all. It was a dark room painted mahogany with floating lights emitted a soft orange glow. The same statues lined the walls with a few new ones. Different birds, of course. But a trio sat in the back with imposing auras. One yellow and sharp, another orange with flaming edges, and the middle a beautiful blue with sparkling wings.

"I see you noticed the maidens." Elder Chalmers spoke, sipping a glass of freshly brewed tea. The coffee table had another for him, sitting a beautiful coaster shaped like a bird. Shame Kamari was not thirsty. "Quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"My apologies, Elder Chalmers." He had not meant to stare. The monks warned against that.

Elder Chalmers waved it off. "Think nothing of it, my hatchling." Then a frowned, a thin line against his lightly wrinkled skin. Paler that Weiss and adorned with green feathers and rosaries. His robes were white and green, unlike the orange and brown Kamari wore. They matched his toned body well. "No, I think you are evolving beyond a hatchling."

"I'm unsure—"

Elder Chalmers chuckled, "Oh come now, my boy. Surely you jest." He drank from his tea and encouraged Kamari to do the same. "Or perhaps you prefer your name—Kamari, Kamari Agrinya."

Kamari stiffened and his hands curled into fists. "How did you—"

Elder Chalmers interrupted him with a hand. "I believe you know the answer."

Perhaps Kamari did. He knew the safe answer to be that the birds guided him to that answer. However, something told him that was untrue. He always suspected Elder Chalmers possessed magical abilities of his own. Nothing flashy like breathing fire, but something to help him keep the boys in line. Future Sight, perhaps? He had asked Aquilo about it before, but his friend shot that down.

"They hate magic," his friend had said, "why hate what you are?"

Kamari knew plenty of reasons but kept them to himself. He had a feeling Aquilo knew as well but refused to acknowledge it.

"Kamari, you have always been an enigma to me." Elder Chalmers began, pulling something out of his robes. "I knew the moment we found you to be the gods' work. Though I couldn't discern your purpose."

Nothing he had not heard before. The monks expressed these beliefs to him often. During long nights after their lectures, they often pulled him aside. Extra teachings, they phrased it as, but he knew better. These conversations often made him uncomfortable, just like now. Kamari shifted in place and dropped his clenched fists to his lap. The eyes of the bird statues felt heavier, drilling through the barrier into his soul.

"The gods always have a plan—even when we're blinded by our mortality." Elder Chalmers pulled something out from his robes and held it out to Kamari in his palm. "Just as they sent you here with this."

An amulet of some kind. Tan and glossy with a square face and triangular sides. Attached to a beaded brown rope with metal claps. A keychain, perhaps? The bottom even had brown frills dangling from the sides. Odd as it was, Kamari did not believe it to be holy. It did, however, look familiar. He found himself reaching for it and, before he could stop, brushed it with his fingers.

Suddenly, he was not before Elder Chalmers anymore.

He was in a new room, filled with wooden floors and walls. A massive tank filled with heart-shaped creatures in the back as little creatures scurried past. Two silhouettes surrounded him, and he could not help feeling at ease in their presence. Friends, maybe? He was not certain. Primari was back at his side, clapping her—her? —little paws.

A tall man with soft brown skin stood before him. Well-muscled, well-groomed, and dressed casually in a white cap over black hair gathered in a low bun, an open lab coat—dirtied and a little tattered—grey shorts and comfortable green shoes. The man smiled down at him, holding at the amulet for him, and winked from behind his tinted visors.

"C'mon and give it a shot, cousin!"

The man grinned a fish-eating grin. And Kamari, reached for the amulet until his fingers brushed against them.

Just a touch brought him back to reality. With Elder Chalmers staring at him with grim eyes. The amulet in Kamari's hand as he traced it with a finger. Sturdy yet soft. It filled his heart with a strange warmth and brought tears prickling his eyes. A part of him he did not know lost felt pieced together. That man—family, perhaps? —had spoken strongly with a belief that empowered Kamari. And that flicker of confidence became a wildfire, burning away the doubt with its strength.

"So, it does belong to you?" Elder Chalmers sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "I feared this."

Kamari raised an eyebrow, curling his fingers around the amulet. "What do you mean?"

"That amulet was embedded with magic." Elder Chalmers sipped his tea and sighed. "We tried to exorcise it—and the rest of your belongings—but we faced. Some force devoid of holiness latched onto it. It's what brought you here."

Magic? Kamari refused to believe it. Now, he did not know much about magic nor encountered it during his stay here. But the monks spoke of it as this intangible force that lived in the unholy. Tainted objects until they vibrated with a life of their own. This amulet was not alive. Just a missing part of him.

Still, "y'all said I was empty-handed when y'all found me."

Elder Chalmers chuckled, "I said you were empty of divine protection, my boy. And you were."

Kamari narrowed his eyes. That was not what he remembered. And he held onto new memories with an iron grip, afraid they would abandon him one day. Still, he could have remembered wrong. That was acceptable—we all made mistake.

"Where's the rest of my belongings?"

Elder Chalmers pushed a bag out from his side. Kamari retrieved it, tracing his fingers over the full moon embroidery across the black bag. A strange humming filled his ears and another vision—memory? —overcame him. This time, he sat at a table where a woman spoke to him. She spoke softly. She fiddled with his bag, sewing something into the face.

She was gorgeous, a living work of art. With deep dark skin, shinning like the night sky. Her eyes packets of shinning stars painted brown. Her nose flat against her face like his and fit so perfectly. Cheeks round and adorned with a light blush, unlike his more angular and longer face. Yet they shared the same pronounced cheekbones. She dressed simply in a floral housedress that glowed heavenly against her skin.

"All finished, sweetie." She cooed, offering him back his bag. He gave her his thanks in that much younger voice. She giggled and waved him off. Even the most subtle of movements sent her body alive with movement. Her long black braids danced like rolling waves. "Now go out there and made ya Daddy proud! And ya Mommy too, of course."

Mommy. With teary eyes, he left the vision. Heart pounding in his chest and earing nothing more than loud sirens. His family—they were alive! They could not have abandoned him, not with love like that. Love his mom stitched into each lunar image he found in his bag.

When his earing returned, Elder Chalmers stared at him. Worried, almost. His brows knitted together, and his fingers had a slight tremble to them. Odd. Kamari could not think of any reason for him to be worried. Perhaps he cried more than he thought? Regardless, this was a happy occasion.

"Elder Chalmers?"

The man was silent. Dangerously so. A strange tension filled the room and Kamari saw he heard birds squawking in the distance.

"Kamari Agrinya," Elder Chalmers finally began softly, yet a tornado raged behind those lips. "I urge you. Return to me those demonic possessions." A chill ran down Kamari's spine, filling him with a dream. Elder Chalmers continued, but so did the squawking. Louder and louder, as if a warning. No, he realized with wide eyes, a threat. "Please, my boy. Before they further taint your spirit."

Kamari denied the command and pulled the bag and amulet closer to him. He stammered, attempting to bid the elder goodbye, but the words jumbled in his mind. He could not focus. Not when Elder Chalmer's face twisted into a vicious glare. And he rose akin toa bird, spreading his arms like mighty wings. He repeated himself, harsher than before. Over and over, he demanded until his voice merged with the squawks Kamari heard.

Kamari slinked away, crawling back. His heart pounded in his chest. And beneath the squawks, a voice begged him to run in a strange buzzing sound. He nearly listened. But Elder Chalmers followed him and reached for him. Those fingers nearly grabbed his robes like sharpened talons.

Before they rebounded off a glimmering shield of blue light. Kamari's breath caught in his throat. Elder Chalmers froze. Magic. And a phrase echoed in his mind—Protect, the voice recited. The spell, no doubt. For moments, they remained still in silence. Silent before Kamari scrambled to his feet and raced out of the room. His eyes cloudy and wet as he pushed himself to run. To where he did not know. He just kept running. Running until his body could not anymore. Running to somewhere safe.

Running until he understood just what happened to him.

Kamari Agrinya – Status: Emotional
Age: 15
Location: Tengu Temple