Hello again everyone! I hope you've had a good Columbus Day to my fellow Americans. To everyone else, I hope you had a nice weekend. Slightly shorter chapter today, I ran into a bit of writers block along with marathoning all three seasons of RWBY since the 4th is premiering soon.

Rocker On: I set up email notifications so I got your reviews even though they aren't visible on site yet. The idea of this story is for it to be very introspective, and more focus on the characters than environments. That said, I will work on it. Karma isn't a factor in the real world, nor in this story. I'm not sure where you're getting deadpool from. Also what? I have no clue what you mean by that last bit, but if you want me to write you as a character, no for more reasons than I can list here.

On with the story!

Once again, alone. I kept on trekking, walking in the same direction as before. In that moment I wondered if Joshua had changed at all. His whole speech he used to convince me to let him come had fit what I wanted to hear, but even he had admitted that it wasn't fully true. How much of it was? If Joshua still cared so much for the appearance of power to the point where me helping him was unacceptable, then what could I do?

I tried to clear my thoughts, organize what I wanted to get done. My primary goal was to figure out how I can become human again. The Alakazam had mentioned more powerful beings than him, so I guessed I had to find one of those.

The only thing that sprang to mind were legendary pokemon. The issue there was in their name: legendary. Most of these pokemon were only known of through rumor and stories. Not knowing where in the world I was meant I had no hope of reaching any of the few known locations either.

I passed through a clearing, the sun shining straight down on me. My tail quivered, the sensation of photosynthesis coming to the fore of my mind. It passed my thoughts that I should find a pond and look at my reflection. I hadn't since before evolving, and wasn't fully sure of how a Leafeon looked.

I kept moving, towards my nebulous goal of away. It was marvelously convenient to not need to eat and instead derive energy from the sun. I only had to worry about water, and not about dieing because I ate the wrong berry.

I found myself enjoying the solitude of walking alone. I had felt tense with Joshua by my side, I couldn't forget what he had done in the past. Was there a distinct line somewhere? I didn't believe anything separated his personality into human and animal, for I hadn't changed my mindset at all. Had I?

I had no way to know for sure. If I was thinking differently then I might not be able to tell, or a shift might be too gradual to notice. The only person who had known me before had abandoned me less than a day after agreeing to join me, so there was noone who could give me the answer I sought.

Frustrated, I took a look at the forest around me. Was it just me or were the trees becoming less dense? It seemed that there was more light breaking through the gaps than before. The greenery along the forest floor was giving way to dirt and rocks at an increasing rate.

In minutes I had reached the edge of the forest. It stopped rather abruptly, the trees forming a curve off in the distance. Before me stretched rolling hills, no real features in sight. I was at a loss for what to do. I should turn back, I don't know what could be out there. I thought, then paused. I wasn't sure where the thought had come from, I had never been that afraid of the unknown, but now it gnawed at me.

I stood there, the sun beginning to set behind me, clouds preventing the colors from seeping through to the north. I hesitated one more moment before turning back towards the forest.I began to walk once more, my heart heavy, the shame I felt about not continuing unable to be quelled.

I lay down to sleep at the foot of a tall oak, the forest floor and my misery my only comfort. I thought of my mom, of home, and tears ran down my face at the thought that I might never return.

The being sighed with relief. It couldn't have its playthings too far apart to monitor simultaneously, now could it? It lazily floated above the forest, unaffected by the currents of wind that blew around it, pink tail swishing back and forth and back and forth...

The sound of thunder awoke me. It was still dark, and I felt exhausted despite the sleep I had had. I shivered, my soaked fur failing to trap any heat. The leaves hadn't covered the angle the rain was falling at.

I got up off the muddy ground. I began to walk again, still not fully awake, looking for somewhere dryer. One cold, miserable hour later, I found it. A cave entrance in the side of a small hill, which towered over the rest of the mostly flat forest. I stayed just inside the entrance, unwilling to explore what lay within. I did not sleep, after the walk I no longer felt tired, just impatient.

Water trickled down from my fur to the ground, and from there deeper into the cave. Only a few feet into the tunnel it was pitch black, as if light itself refused to venture onwards. I lay there, on the cold stone ground, the pouring rain my companion for my vigil.