"Perhaps it is time for me to tell you why I am here." I spoke softly to him, "You are a human. An extra-dimensional being by the name of Bishop led me to you. He's been talking to me through my mind since I was quite young, being that I am a psychic-ability Pokémon. Of course, none of that matters. What does matter, on the other hand, is you. You are an important piece to the saving of our world. It will be up to you to stop the disruption of balance and destruction of all life on this world. Do you understand?"

Over and over in the back of my mind I told him this, but never did it in reality. It didn't seem like he would understand. Why would he? Maybe he still thinks this is just one giant dream that he will wake up from sooner or later. In that case, he'd blow everything that I told him off. That's not an option; it doesn't seem as though we have much time on our hands. These thoughts continually mulled in the back of my mind as I sat there in the grass losing myself to the benevolent illuminations looking down from the dark sky.

As silence began to embrace the cold night, I grew gloomier by the minute. It was an odd feeling, really. I didn't have any reason to be sad. In this new "earth", I had made close friends. There was a sense of belonging. What if all of this was some coma-induced illusion? I could be dead, for all that I know. But, if I was dead, that meant Astra and Blair never actually existed. That was the thought that hit me the hardest. Even the idea that the closest would never have actually existed is terrifying. A quiet raged filled my heart with a burning passion. Although moments earlier I was tired, now I was energetic and infuriated. It didn't seem to make sense that some of the best beings I'd ever met might have never actually existed while my world was filled with disgusting wastes of life.

"One push-up, two push-ups: my anger should be leaving me.

Ten push-ups, twenty push-ups: the feelings shouldn't last.

Twenty Punches, forty punches: my anger is a phase.

One more set, one more go: nothing matters, let it flow."

This was a saying I'd created when I was in high school. If anyone ever pissed me off to no end, I'd chant this in my head. It's kept me out of trouble more than enough times. It also helped to clear my head. It allowed me to think clearly, well, more so than usual.

"What was that?"

I turned around to be greeted by the sight of Ismene under the translucent gaze of the moon. Now that I thought about it, she was the most 'human' looking one out of the group (excluding me of course). That didn't matter, she was still a Pokémon. I was still a human. These thoughts need to stop appearing inside of my mind, otherwise I may give into my desires.

"It was a little saying that I made a long time ago. Back when I needed it the most." I replied nonchalantly.

She seemed curious now, "So, why did you say it just now? It sounded like you meant that you no longer needed it."

"Right now is just a more confusing time for me. I guess." I nearly stuttered on the words due to being lost in the gaze of her gentle red eyes. Forcefully looking away, I broke the line of connection between our eyes with a glance at the moon.

"It sure is." Ismene responded in a passionate manner.

What was that? The feeling I got from looking into his eyes? I'm glad he was the one to break eye contact. In fact, the glare of his light brown eyes seeped into the depths of my soul in a strange fashion. They were the eyes of someone who had seen many things; they were the eyes of someone pure at heart; they were the eyes of a wrongdoer trying to do right; they were the eyes of hero seeking justice; they were the eyes of a weakling on a quest for strength; they were the eyes of a mysterious man.

Soon enough, we found ourselves sleep practically on top of one another. The moisture on the ground proved fire-making to be close to impossible. On most nights, a fire wouldn't necessarily be required so much as wanted; however, on this night, the lunar winds brought a wintery chill with them. It wasn't as bad as it sounded, considering I slept next to Drew. Everything could be worse. I looked to the sky. The stars shone faintly through the black void of space, in their usual asymmetric positions. The moon was nearly full, giving the whole world a sense of romance. Perhaps this was what made me feel the way that I did. Well, I should probably contact Bishop in the morning. He'd be able to tell me what was going on.

EDT: This chapter was relatively fun to write, although it didn't accomplish as much as I would have liked. Nonetheless, I sincerely hope you enjoy the update! Sorry about that one-week hiatus. Things keep on popping up, completely without warning. It makes scheduling times to write quite difficult. Whenever I have to circle my life around marching band, jazz band, and bowling, things get incredibly hectic (not to mention my actual school work).

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