Shadows of a Hero

Author's Note: A short chapter, put still good. This is mainly a transition chapter, so bare with me. But don't skip it, because you can't miss this! ^.^

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CHAPTER III

An hour later Liz, Sierra and Kris arrive in their room and Liz lies down on the bed. "Jeez, what a day!" she sighs loudly. Weavile hops onto the bed next to Liz, and Sierra walks into the bathroom to change into her pajamas, while Kris grabs her toothbrush and begins to brush her teeth at the sink. Liz slides back and rests on the headboard of the bed, grabs the TV remote, and turns on the television. Kris spits out the paste, and grabs a glass of water as Liz starts browsing the channels.

Sierra walks out the bathroom in her night skirt and hangs her clothes over a chair. Kris takes a gulp of water and sets the cup on the nightstand. Liz continues watching television and Sierra quickly runs a brush through her long hair. Kris conquers the bathroom next to change into her own pajamas and closes the door behind her. Feeling crowded, Weavile hops back onto the floor and curls up into the corner and falls asleep.

Liz continues to surf the channels as Sierra sits next to her, brushing her hair and watching the short clips of shows as they fly by. As the channel hits forty-eight, a woman is briefly heard "-seems an epidemic-" but continues on to the next network as Liz keeps browsing.

"Wait, go back!" Sierra quickly shouts, scaring the living crap out of Liz in the silence of the room. Weavile jumps, and looks around the room with wide, panicked eyes.

"Okay okay!" she pants, regaining her posture as she changes it back to the news network. Sierra puts the brush down next to her and leans forward listening to the anchorwoman continue.

"-Today another report of the newly dubbed 'Whites Syndrome' was reported in the peaceful resort Village of Tamari. There-"

"-Heh, I get it. White's Syndrome…like Snow White! She fell asleep, and wouldn't wake up, and-" Liz laughs, but is hushed by Sierra who eagerly listens to the rest of the report.

"This makes a grand total of four victims thus far. While scientists and health professionals remain baffled as to the cause of these strange, trance-like states, many families and other concerned civilians are shocked by these events." The news woman flips her paper to the other side. She is quickly seen adjusting her ear bud before she continues. "The most recent victim's name has not yet been released, but it is known that he is a six year old boy who quote 'fell asleep for a routine nap, but never woke up-" the TV is abruptly turned off. Liz tosses the remote onto the other bed in disgust.

"Who does that woman think she is? She acts like she knows what's going on…she's just been sitting in her safe studio this whole time. We were actually there, witnessing the whole damn thing!" Liz growls at the quiet machine.

Sierra lowers her head and closes her eyes and mumbles, "Calm down Liz…it's just the media. They always make things more dramatic…"

Kris walks out of the bathroom and looks at Liz and Sierra, "I heard it too." Kris implies that she could overhear the television from within the other room. "Sounds like this is more of a wide spread problem. Not just that one kid from earlier."

Getting concerned over her friend's silence, Liz leans onto Sierra's shoulder and looks up at her face, "You okay…?" She is still silent, her eyes closed as if she is looking into an invisible world. Liz gets a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was going wrong, but she nor anyone else in the world could figure it out. What really is this 'White's Syndrome' that everyone is now talking about?

Kris joins them and sits on the other side of Sierra on the fluffy bed, "…so what are we going to do?" Weavile, now comforted by Kris's presence, settles back down on the bed next to her trainer.

They sit there in silence, but Sierra speaks up quietly, "I think this is more than just some mental illness or…or just a sickness," she looks at Kris with a concerned look written all over her face.

Liz leans forward, "…Do you think it has to do with the threat of civil war? I mean, maybe some people are going through withdrawals from the peaceful times?"

Kris rolls her eyes sarcastically. "Yeah, and I bet there's an evil witch queen who is casting sleeping spells on people," she mocks, "It's all a conspiracy."

Sierra lifts her hand to her mother's necklace around her neck, and fingers it gently. "Kris, I think you might be right."

Both of them become utterly confused, "Sierra…I was joking." Kris tries to keep a straight face.

Liz shouts, "That's ridiculous! There's no such thing as witches and that crap, Sierra!"

Kris tries to get Liz to quiet down and lower her voice. Sierra nervously shuffles her feet, unsure of how she should continue.

"I never said that…" Sierra mumbles shyly, "…but when I was next to the mother, and the child, I felt this-this strange feeling about him." Liz and Kris mellow down. They both know of Sierra's sixth-sense for a world beyond their own, the world of spirits and dreams. So when she begins to talk of these strange feelings, they know that she is serious. They both silence themselves and listen to her as she continues, "…I can't quite say what, but the aura around them was so strange. I've never, ever felt anything like it…I can't stop thinking about it."

Kris and Liz look straight at each other, but no one says a word. Sierra lets out a big sigh, and shivers. Liz slings an arm around her shoulder. "Hey, let's not worry about it anymore tonight, okay? Let's just get some sleep. We're on vacation, so we are just going to relax and enjoy our trip, okay?" she grins.

Forcing a smile too, Kris laughs, "Yeah, it's our vacation time! So let's get some rest. We haven't even covered a fraction of the festivities yet!"

Sierra lets out one last sigh, and then smiles, "I guess so. I must be tired, that's all." Liz smiles too, and then joins Kris for a group hug. Kris gets up to put away her day clothes and Liz takes her turn to change into her pajamas. Sierra crawls under the covers as Kris claims the other bed before Liz comes back out. The two giggle at their little joke as Weavile sneaks under the covers and to claim her spot on the bed too. Kris scoots her lazy Pokémon over and slides under the warm blankets. With a grunt, Weavile curls up next to her.

Kris, her head now buried in the feather pillow, mumbles, "G'night Sierra."

She quietly whispers back, "Good night. Sweet dreams." Sierra climbs under the covers as well, and fluffs her pillow before plopping her head down. She gently closes her eyes and quickly drifts to sleep…

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