This wise being is the most elusive thing I have ever come across. I've only seen him once, as a silhouette displayed through the likeness of a key hole. Who was it? There was a definite aura of knowledge and power surrounding the silhouette, but who could it be? This was a world of infinite questions, with only so many answers.

The climate seems to become noticeable more arid as we progress further on. The Pokémon around us are also changing. The sky no longer shows its commonplace deep blue, but a much lighter cyan. The back of my throat lightly stings whenever I breathe in. The air around us seems to have a much different taste than before. Eventually, the flora seems to die out, and the grass is replaced by sand. The only plant life left is the occasional cactus here and there. Bright rays from the Sun were no longer comforting and relieving, but brought scorching temperatures to us.

Blair and Astra seem to be weary; walking under the desert sun expels more than enough energy, not to mention when there is no water to be found. Astra's eyes changed from their usual bright blue to more of a light gray, and Blair's posture has drastically changed from a powerful, upright position to more of a slouched one. Each time I'd ask them, "Are you two alright?" They'd simply respond somewhere along the lines: "Of course!" or "No problem." Albeit these statements were reassuring, the fatigue could easily be depicted in their fake up-beat tones. I eventually found myself watching the two of them. With each step, it looked as though Astra would collapse; however, she would always catch herself and keep on moving forward. It told me something about her. She had passion. That was the thing that kept her moving. But, what was she so passionate about? While Blair, on the other hand, never even faltered while trudging on. She took each step with a certain grace and beauty; each step following a perfect timed interval. I was curious as to whether she was aware of how she walked? Perhaps she was. I've never seen anybody walk with his or her back perfectly straight and chest protruding so confidently.

Then, I saw myself. How could I see? Perhaps this desert heat was getting to my head. But, then again, I also saw Blair and Astra. They were both walking exactly as before. I looked at myself. I appeared to lean forward as I marched onward. My steps were not perfect. In fact, they seemed to be completely unrelated to one another, as they just tried to do what they have to. But, my eyes were the interesting thing. There was a fierce look in them. It showed power, strength, and confidence. They also portrayed happiness, satisfaction, and relaxation. But, there was also isolation, trepidation, and anticipation. I saw all three of these attributes at once, while seeing absolutely none of them. However, I did perceive one look on my face. One that was always prominent. One that could never be overlooked. It was the look of curiosity. Interest in the world around. Amazement at the sights around me. Wonder in the world that I am. It was a new expression that I had never shown before. Nothing had ever pushed me to observe the world around. It was such a new and magnificent world that I found myself in. I looked down at my right hand. There was a familiar sensation. The warmth of a thousand suns in the palm of my right hand. There was another insignia in the making. It shone brightly before changing back into a minutely glowing white. It seemed to resemble something of an eye. Everything suddenly went dark. I hear someone's voice.

Nobody had talked for a while, so the sudden noise from behind Blair and I shocked us. We both turned to see what it had come from. The noise was a sudden shift in the air. The atmosphere around Drew began to circulate around him. It created a sphere, which pushed us back but pulled the sand in. He was slowly surrounded in a strange sphere of wind and sand. The speed of the airstream seemed to exponentially increase in a short amount of time. We both began to yell, "Drew! What's going on?" He never responded. Then, in a split-second, it all stopped. The sand fell back to the ground grain by grain, and the air returned to normal. At first, he stood there looking at his hand as it radiated brilliantly, then he fell to the ground abruptly as its glowing died down. We both rushed over to his body. He still had somewhat of a pulse. I couldn't help but keep on saying his name. "Drew! Drew! Drew? Drew. Drew…" I never seemed to stop. I noticed that the sun was setting way in the distance of this never-ending desert.

Drew was still asleep after collapsing earlier. What happened with that vortex-like thing? I'm not even remotely sure. Blair was already asleep, as usual. It seems to be so easy for her to doze off, despite what happens that day. I wasn't sure if it was a result of her ignorance, or just plain skill. The temperature seems to have severely dropped since sunset. What most don't know is that the desert are freezing cold at night while being blazing hot during the day, so it makes everything worse. There was the occasional wind that rolled across the shallow dunes. Each one brought with it a freezing chill that traveled from my feet all the way to my head and caused all the bones in my body to quake. I looked over at Drew. He rested so peacefully, despite the temperature. I looked around slyly, specifically at Blair. Then, I decided to sneak on over to Drew and lie down next to him. He was still immensely warm despite the conditions out here. I looked at him closely. I put my hand on his stomach. The heat travelled through my hand up my arm. It felt amazing having my small delicate hand embrace his firm stomach. I held myself against him, in an effort to heat up. It was also quite stimulating, being next to him like this. Eventually, I fell asleep right then and there.

I am finally back! Anyways, I was on a bit of a hiatus on there for a while, everyone. Sorry about that, it can happen. My schedule was so goddamned full. Anyways, please review and all that good stuff. Also, I've realized that I don't do character to character talking that often, but I don't think I need it that much. This story, as it stands, is more about the interaction more than the talking itself. Oh, and don't worry, those seals will do something, you just wait! Also, I did try to write a longer chapter this time.