Well, this chapter is done, and I bet no one would see this coming.

Eli: No one is amused.

Jiru: Hey, at least I get to start saying my thoughts. I wonder if I'll get to do anything cool like destroy Darkrai, or finally, get that damn Liza to stop breathing down my back every ten seconds.

Eli: Oh really? I'll make sure to cheer for her every time she's after you. Then, I'll make sure to slit your throat while no one is looking. I'm trying to think of a list of ways to kill you. However, that may be a little easy to do. Plan 2 will definitely be flashier.

Me: Anyway, beyond the fact that I made Eli completely f'ed up. Please enjoy chapter, which I am writing at midnight. I miss going to sleep at Ten.

Chapter 2: Release

December 10th—11:00

By all that was holy and dear to Arceus, this meeting was boring. I yawned, which subconsciously made my rings glow brighter. I could tell that this display of inconsideration was irritating to my peers, but for some reason, I have lost all feeling towards these pokemon now. I felt so empty these past years.

"Enjiru," I looked up to the pokemon that had called my name. It was Sean, my Aggron colleague, but he seemed so much colder to me now than before. It was like he suddenly became a different person after I killed that demon Eclipse. "I understand that these are not interesting to you, but concentrate on these damn plans."

I looked back up to the pokemon and simply nodded. I did not feel like giving him a response because he did not deserve it. However, I found it confusing why he did not deserve the response. Sean had been a loyal fighter for all those years, but in these past ten years, he had become shallow, hard, and cruel. He would simply yell at simple pokemon, but Sean always said that he was keeping them in line because even the purest souls could be corrupted. It did not make sense because I had never seen such pokemon as us being corrupted or even tempted. I was still pure even if a demon manipulated me somehow as my friend Vralode had stated. I really did not see how that could happen, but I trusted Vralode's opinion on the matter. After all, he had been the my most trustworthy friend in The Sacred Plates since joining.

The meeting continued as they listed meaningless numbers about our new recruits from our cities of Itlaa, City of Lights, Nactiva, Oileh, Statyzm, Tobu, Dragoon City, and Teltbe. I heard of our attack team on Azeimoc had left a day ago, and they were expected to communicate with command at the City of Lights in a day or two. Next, it was the casualty report and where the most were. It seemed that there was an increasing number near the Oileh and Alanic warfront. They came upon the conclusion that Darkrai was pushing in that front in order to get rid of our advantage in terms of cities occupied.

I sighed as the meeting ended, and I more than happily got out of that room. Ever since killing Eclipse ten years ago, I felt like I was becoming more of an outcast than a hero. Everyone seemed to despise me because of what I did. It did not make any sense. Eclipse was a demon and the most despicable servant of Darkrai. I could imagine what happened to Verstan because that demon messed with his mind. Then, I held my breath at what I had to do because of her actions. It was her fault that it had come to that. I had no choice in the matter. Verstan was too far gone.

I walked through the large building that was our headquarters in Nactiva, the Holy City. I stopped at a window and decided to peer out at the buildings. Grassland completely surrounded us, which meant the enemy could not sneak up on us, but it also meant that we had no protection if the enemy did decide to attack. Nactiva itself was a nice city with tall wooden and metal buildings. Domed roofs were common, and the citizens usually lived fairly close to the center, which made the city landscape slope downward at first then rise at the end. It had a calm atmosphere and pure beings living in its confines. Everyone helped everyone else when needed. We kept this city free of sins and because of that it made everyone happy. They don't know war or suffering. We were protectors just as our Commissioner said.

… I would be lying if I did not state that my gut was thinking otherwise. Deep down, I felt a little like there was more to purging these sins to actually protecting these pokemon. I guessed that I was just anxious about this entire situation. Without Eclipse, now, I feel like my life had no meaning because I was born in order to fight the demon. My destiny was to fight her at the end, but what end was there when we had the advantage? I felt confused.

I walked away from the window and felt a pang of hunger. After all, I had yet eaten breakfast. Despite being the Moon pokemon, I still liked the sunrise. However, I always did prefer dusk over the dawn because at dawn one would expect the dark to come while at dusk it was the light of day that would come. There was always hope in dusk.

I came upon the door to the dining hall and put on a smile as I entered. To be expected, Liza was on the other side waiting for me. She put on a nice smile, but it was only a façade. I could see it in her eyes that she was angry. It was probably about the fact that I finally broke up with the girl. I did not know what changed in her. I remember seeing her as the kindest pokemon in the world, but something changed in her. She became greedy and consumed with mating with me. She kept telling me to become her mate, but she only thought of the sex. I could not love this pokemon.

I finally broke up with her when her temper finally blew at me. At that time, I had no qualm with ending the relationship. Before, I worried about hurting her feelings. I looked at her eyes one more time and gave a salutation to the Jolteon. I quickly got to the kitchen and asked for some food. I did not get much more than usual: a bowl of berries, some fish, and bread. I carried the platter in my teeth and sat to a table off to the side.

No one was occupying it, which was a good thing. The looks that I saw out of the corner of my eye were disconcerting. Everyone looked at me wearily like I would turn on them if they so much as looked away for one second. I shook the feeling away while sitting calmly on the seat. I took a Cheri Berry from the bowl and ate it promptly while Liza came up to the table and sat on the other side. I found this a strange change from the usual, uncomfortable advancements I typically received.

Oh well, I would not complain. Liza was probably still fuming over the break-up, but what happened just happened. She simply needed to get used to rejection. That was another displeasing quality about her that seemed to change. Liza took denial very poorly. I wondered what she would do because of it. However, it did not matter anymore. That empty feeling magnified when she was around that I thought that nothing could possibly be worse than that.

"Well, Jiru," I despised her calling me that. I only reserved that for Vralode and sadly my family. I missed them, but it had been more than eleven years. I had to accept that they were gone. At least, I avenged their murders. "I need to know. Are we officially done?"

I already freaking told her that. "Yes, we are." I told her apathetically. Dear Arceus, she was annoying. "We are through as a couple. Now please, I would like to eat in peace."

"Oh dear," Liza said in a too playful voice. She had something left in her arsenal of tricks, and I felt a little fear grip my stomach, but I let it slide as I just allowed her the semblance of my attention at her obviously upcoming threat. "Then, I guess I'll just have to have daddy deport you to the front lines."

Was that all? "Okay, that sounds good. I didn't like staying in those stuffy meetings anyway." I told her as I continued my meal. She tried something else, but I soon just tuned her out. Her complaining was useless. I would never take her back as long as I live. I finished the fish last. I found that fish had become my favorite meat since that river where I camped out searching for the demon that killed my parents…. I did not know why that was important, but I felt that that specific point was very important.

I took the platter and gave it back to the kitchen while avoiding all of the judging eyes. I walked away from the kitchen in order to clear my mind, and thankfully, Liza did not follow. I figured that I would not actually find anything new if I constantly saw the unjustly disapproving eyes, so I found the nearest window and jumped through it. I summoned my wings and flew away from the city. I did not think that I was such an amazing sight for the pokemon below because I have done this often. I hated being cooped up in that stuffy building, and I was doing it more because the Commissioner did not want me to go out for fear of something. I could tell by the reasons and lack thereof for my denial to fight.

I hoped that Liza would ask her father to change the Commissioner's mind. I needed to fight, or better yet, it was a requirement for me to fight. I was born to fight Darkrai's forces after all. The constant talking and supporting from the sidelines like I usually did with the new recruits back at Itlaa were boring, annoying, and uncomfortable. I was itching to fight.

I landed away from Nactiva near the lake that was behind the Holy City. I sighed as I collapsed a little unsettled today. My stomach started to churn like the feeling I would usually get when there was going to be an attack behind me. It was stronger and more unprovoked today. I put my paw in the water in order to calm myself and just wanted to blank my mind.

"Hey, Enjiru, what's going on?" I looked surprised to see a kind Goldeen child. He was probably ten or something like that. He was my friend, and someone who had never made me feel like I was becoming a monster. "You look so sad."

"Well, Yume," I looked at the pure child. I envied the boy because of that pure and innocent heart. "I may not be coming back for a long time, but I feel like something bad will happen because of it."

Yume whined like the kid he was, but I found it rather humorous. "Aw, I wanted to be friends longer."

"Aw, don't say that." I told the child with a smile as patted him on the head with my paw. "We may be far away, but we are still friends. If we are friends now, we always will be. You just have to remember me."

Yume looked at me with such wonderfully bright eyes that I smiled. "Oh, really? I will! I will! Oh, also about that feeling, are you sure that you are feeling something bad?"

I looked at the kid and questioned the change of subject a little before shaking my head and answering, "Well, I would think that the sinking feeling in my stomach would mean something bad would happen."

He just looked at me funny and retorted, "Well, it could also mean you're anxious about something, right?"

Anxious? What would there to be anxious about? I have killed demons since I was eight. I really could not see how I would be anxious getting back into the field. Rusty? Yeah, but I would get that out really quick. I would have to. However, I found that the feeling was seemingly more like anxiety. I wondered if I would meet another pokemon that would be as strong as Eclipse was supposed to be. As I remembered, her shield was very strong. In fact, I would have believed it to be impenetrable if she concentrated hard enough. I would give her that much.

I shrugged as an answer to the Goldeen to which Yume just groaned about it. I chuckled lightly under my breath at his childish gesture. Such an immature act would have been seen as ill placed, but I found it a refreshing change from all the death and destruction that had to come from this war. It also reminded me of what my job was. I had to protect the innocent from the demons and make sure that pokemon like Yume could have those fits of frivolity that at times I envied.

"I would say that leaving might be a better option than staying here." Yume looked at the city with a bit of fear cringing at his features. "There seems to be such negative energy coming from your home. I almost feel sadness, pity, and anger coming directly from every pokemon in there."

I smiled and thought about my job, again. "You know. It is actually my job to make sure that these pokemon feel safe. I guess I'm not doing such a good job."

Yume looked at me with admiration and then worry. I could see it in his eyes. There was that small gleam in his eyes that soon darkened as other thoughts intruded. "I'm glad that you're one of the pokemon that fight, but please, don't let those other pokemon change you. Not every pokemon has to be bad. Didn't you say that no pokemon is born bad?"

"Yes, I did." I looked at the road that led away from Nactiva. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind. Oh, that reminds me. I wanted to tell you to be careful while I was away. Keep yourself safe and remember to always have faith." After all, it was pokemon like him that gave me strength to fight. So many pokemon view us as monsters, but I wanted to fight for the greater good. I had to! "I better go see my other friends. I don't want to leave without saying goodbye to them."

Yume smiled and nodded as if saying 'of course.' "Please, Enjiru, be careful. I've seen so many pokemon leave and never come back from that city."

I laughed at him and immediately retorted, "Well, then I'll beat every bad guy and come back no matter what." I smiled confidently and stood tall that made that previous gleam of admiration return to his eyes. It fitted so much better upon the face of a pokemon than those too common frowns.

I summoned my wings and took off while we waved to each other. I was fighting for those kids and to make sure that other pokemon can smile. I had to fight for that reason, or else, would I not become like those bastards that enlist just for the spoils of war. I returned to my 'home' that was The Sacred Plates headquarters. I avoided the occasional stare and searched for Vralode, my old and loyal friend.

I searched for several minutes before heading down to the lower levels where I should have actually looked first. Vralode was one of those pokemon that hated power. He said that he had too much power in the past and abused it. That was all the information that he gave me, and I had gotten that after being friends with him for five years. Furthermore, he said that as a warning with my progress as The Sacred Plates' Savior. I respected him, and thus, I listened. I have never loved these powers, but I used it only to help The Sacred Plates for the safety of others.

Vralode enjoyed the common pokemon's life more so than that of a Divine Servant's because of its simplicity. As much as I thought of the joys of being a powerful pokemon with the backing of a Legendary, I could find more validity in Vralode's argument. Normality gave so many friends while like me having a title could ostracize one. I have more acquaintances than I can count but only three good friends…. Wait, three?

I paused in my thoughts and my walking down the stairs. I stepped off to the side and tried to gather my thoughts. Why would I think of three? It confused me and scared me a little. Was I slowly losing my mind to some outside force? I did a quick scan of any Psychic residue from my immediate area, but it seemed that I was safe. That only left me confused. I tried to count my friends. There was obviously Vralode and Yume, but why would I think there was a third? It could not be Sean or Liza. They were an acquaintance and stalker respectively. None of the generals were my friends. I could not think of a third. Maybe, I was just thinking of the wrong number.

I shrugged and continued down the steps to find my friend. It was as I predicted. Vralode was sitting on a bench, chatting with another pokemon, and laughing. I saw several pokemon turn to me and started to whisper. I could only guess about what they would be talking. I surmised that it was a little surprise about my sudden entrance on this level. Headquarters was structures, so that the common soldiers were at the first few levels while the rookie Divine Servants had the next two levels. It decreased in numbers of Divine Servants, so the advanced ones take the next level. Then, there comes the teaching Divine Servants. They stay closest to the other pokemon while the Generals, Priests, and the Commissioner took the uppermost level. I was usually up there as well. It was rare for me to be down here, but most of the times, I was searching for Vralode.

The Houndoom found his chatting partner to be staring at something. He saw me and figured what was so important. The pokemon promptly left while I came up to Vralode, and the chattering soon became quieter as I sat at the bench next to him. I looked at the crowd while they glared at me. However, I would not attack no matter how angry they were. It was not in my right to judge these pokemon. I would only fight those that have completely deserted Arceus and joined Darkrai.

"Well, Jiru," Vralode spoke up, which got me back to concentrating on him. "What brings you all the way down here?"

I looked back up at the ceiling. "I'm probably going to leave soon." I answered really quickly. I returned to gauge Vralode's expression. It was flat at first, but I was able to catch that slight pull of his jaw. Vralode was displeased about it or maybe it worried him. I sighed and shook my head. "Liza said that she would send me out to fight if I don't continue to date her. It is the perfect choice for me."

"You know that she probably won't let you fight since she knows that." Vralode was obviously skeptical about the transfer, but then again, I would make it happen no matter what. "Oh well, I expected you to go sooner or later. Just don't get yourself killed."

I wanted to laugh, but the fact that the demon Eclipse was dead dampened my mood. I lacked a purpose because the prophecy had no effect. For some reason, it made me feel so lonely. It also made the prospect of death so much more… enticing in a sense. A void that lacked suffering seemed perfect at this point. I needed to fill it somehow. Fighting seemed to persuade me to go on further… and to look for something. I could not tell what that feeling was, but it told me that something was out there that I needed to find.

"You know I won't be cut down that easily." I quipped back to my friend. "Anyway, I might as well see if I can actually convince them to send me on that raid to Fuoco."

Vralode burst out laughing at this and seemed to expect something from me. "What? You didn't know?" I gave him that same blank stare. That was the subject of today's meeting. That stare soon became a sheepish smile as Vralode face-pawed. He probably knew that it was supposed to be important. "I'm one of the leading generals for the upcoming attack."

"Oh, that makes this a whole lot easier." I sighed as my tongue slipped as my thoughts became words. "It would make those annoying bastards actually send me out on the field instead of cooped up in this damn cell of a city." I paused to think over what I said as I got some stares from pokemon. Some seemed a little put-off by my statement while others wanted to laugh. It was not that important. I had made my opinion painfully obvious to my superiors. "They obviously don't trust me for some reason, but having you nearby will at least give them some of their unnecessary solace."

Vralode shook his head when I made my clumsy outburst, but otherwise, we fell into some quick friendly chats that provided more comfort for myself rather than the pokemon that still could not stop their floating—and sometimes disapproving—eyes. We ended some time later when I realized that I told him that I wanted to get out there as soon as possible, which thanks to a stubborn chain of command would take a few days. That should give me plenty of time to pack any essentials and personal items into my backpack. Well, I was thinking too far ahead. I had to focus on the then and now.

I made my way to the stairs and climbed. It felt tedious and remedial because in the back of my mind I knew that I could easily fly through the whole building; however, the last time I did that, everyone was scared because my wings happen to be my main weapon, either that or Dark Pulse. I freaking loved that move! It had amazing destructive power and allowed plenty of mid- to far-ranged battle while my wings provided plenty of defense and close combat. I supposed that Psychic was good, too, but Dark moves have been a lot more effective than Psychic as Dark was effective against everything and the only problem came with Fighting types. At those times, I was thankful for Psychic.

"Oh Arceus," I mumbled to myself. "I really need to stop this. Why in the world is everything so crazy now?"

I had made that an external outburst when my mind started to wonder into more political ideas. Eclipse was now dead, and I was given a title for the most part. 'The Savior' became nothing more than mockery of what I thought I was supposed to be. The Savior destined to end war and tragedy with the blessing of Arceus himself, but here I was in Nactiva taking useless boredom while blood was spilt out there. My 'superiors' obviously did not know anything. Then, to add salt to a large wound, I seemed to have such a hollow feeling that I tried to fill so heavily with useless oddities. The only thing that seemed to numb it was fighting during training. The adrenaline seemed familiar and comforting.

I assumed that I desired to see some demon, again. However, the feeling was stronger when I had to train to protect an innocent. It was even stronger when the pokemon was a doll of an Eevee. I assumed that it was familiarity with the species. Nonetheless, the feeling was there, and it was difficult to deny. I had done so to mostly everyone, except for Yume. He seemed to think that I was feeling something for someone, but there were no Eevees in our organization currently or in my life for whom I could have feelings. My brain ached while strolling through the halls.

It was rather embarrassing, but I was so engrossed in thought that I bashed my head into the door to Liza's father's office. It was an ordinary door as most of the priests said that they believed in frugality as the most important lesson to pokemon. That was something with which I could agree. With the obsession of material objects, one lost sight of those that mean so much more. My personal possessions were the photo of me with my family, which I kept in this little purse that would strap around a pokemon's foreleg, or arm if bipedal… I could not remember why it was important. However, it seemed to radiate with this heavenly mix of Pecha berries with a little Figy in there. I tried that mix in a poffin after I smelled that purse, and I loved it.

I wanted to say that it smelled so very nice, but I bit my tongue. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard a gruff but gentle 'enter.'

I pulled the handle down and entered slowly to see the old Manetric look up from some documents. He sighed as I pushed the door close. "Mr. Strike," I tried make sure that he would focus on me. Furthermore, he was still my superior. "I wish a transfer of assignments."

"I know." He bluntly stated in that low bass voice of his that seemed to echo in the chamber. It held authority, but it never seemed threatening for some reason unlike the Commissioner. "Elizabeth came to me earlier today to tell me about your decision." He looked at me a little bit saddened from the hint of a frown at the corners of his face. "I am disappointed that you left my daughter, but I suppose that controlling a pokemon at your age is simply beating a dead pokemon."

I knew that it would get personal sooner or later in these talks. It always did, but I could always see that he was simply protecting his daughter. He would defend her and give her the best he could. He was a single parent. I guessed that Liza was Strike's best memory of his mate. For that, I respected him enough to deal with him rather than Sean, and his large, pompous, 'I am an Aggron, Fear me!' act that he often put on. Strike tried to be nice to Verstan and me even when Verstan defended Eclipse during the trail and afterwards. I still did not understand why that Tyranitar did that. It seemed a little extreme as Verstan had been a loyal member decades before me, and even more extreme was his punishment.

"I'm sorry, but I tried." I apologized to sway him to my side. I felt a little desperation hint at my stomach, but I dared not to show it. "Liza and me could not connect that well. I know that you want a strong pokemon there to protect her and love her, but there will be another. Love cannot be forced after all, right?"

He swallowed a little too heavily when I said that. "Yes, I suppose you are right." He sighed and put up his paws in mock defeat. "I yield young warrior. I will make the change as soon as possible."

"Wait, what!" I burst out my surprise. I did not even have to say anything to get him to transfer me. "Did I say something that changed his mind so easily? What was it?"

"Enjiru," Strike called me, as I looked him in the eyes. "You're talking out loud, again."

I covered my mouth a little in embarrassment, but it seemed to actually make him laugh. "Don't worry about that, though. It was about love. Every pokemon has the right to search for love, and I believe that this is the best chance for you to do just that. Also, I owe you for all the years that I have taken away because of that simple fact. It's been something like ten, hasn't it?"

He mumbled that last sentence, but I assumed that it was simply the sort of 'going into deep thought' sort of trailing off. I gave him a few minutes to think his thoughts over, which included a lot of biting of his bottom lip, snorts, and sighs. He finally put his head down to his papers and nodded to himself.

"I'll set up the transfer right now." Strike concluded to me. I smiled at him with the biggest eyes I could muster, begging for this not to be a dream for some sort of confirmation. He only gave me that half-lidded sarcastic stare that basically said 'what are you doing?' "That is very unbecoming of a warrior."

"I just trying to make sure that this is real." I stated trying to be friendly. Strike was being so very nice today that I could not help but consider him a dear friend. "It is rare that something like this runs so smoothly."

"Anyway," Strike was not amused. He rolled his eyes and pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen and started to write the document. He finished quickly and placed the pen down. "There, I'll have the order filed and completed within the next couple days. Better get packing."

I smiled and ran out the door with a vigor that sent my heart reeling and my spirit skipping. It was a big victory to me. I had just escaped political bullshit, at least for the most part. I would fill that void with the blood of my enemies and defend the innocent from this scourge that was Darkrai. I practically flew down the stars without actually flying and zoomed into my apartment in the headquarters. I got my backpack and stuff it with all the TM's that I had stored in my random places and stuffed the purse with my family's photo in the front pouch.

I was done in only an hour, but I had plenty of energy to burn. In order to alleviate this problem, I decided to take one last look around town. It was mid-afternoon with a little leaning towards the later half judging by the sun and the fact that the clock had just rang three times in a row several minutes ago. I happily ignored any stray eyes and made my way out of building with a deep breath of the city air. I would miss it a little, but it was nothing compared to the crisp air that flowed in those beautiful forest and pristine mountains.

I took a quick stroll through the city's parks and bustling streets. I came to the furthest park from Headquarters and found a nice patch of grass that was not being used and started to sunbathe. It felt so good to be black in the winter. I soaked up so much warmth so quickly with my long fur keeping me perfectly insulated in this nippy weather. I put my head over my paws to feign sleep while I enjoyed the sun, but in the back of my mind, I felt this unnecessary prodding like that of a Psychic attack, but it was too weak to be one.

I pushed it back with a quick psychic pulse. I heard a yelp from behind me that pulled me up and at attention for anything. I heard a rustling from some bushes to my right, so I pounced across the vegetation and found an Eevee who dropped his bag of items, which seemed to include produce, healing items, and TM's. The Eevee looked distressed very much by my sudden action and proximity.

He was average height with a nice fur coat that seemed to glow a bit in the sun. I assumed that it was mainly because I had my eyes close, and I was getting used to seeing the sun, again. His fur was the same color as every other Eevee, but his eyes were the most interesting quality. They held a very small hint of green in those brown eyes. Also, even though it seemed strange, he carried a small flower behind his right ear.

I looked the Eevee over real quick, and he seemed to be a little jumpy. He tried to run away, but I quickly got around him and beat him to his exit. He grumbled and sat down. He looked me over at the same time with surprisingly smart and calculating eyes that seemed to be assessing every move. Or I could have just been overanalyzing, and he was just very fidgety about me coming out of nowhere.

"Is there a reason you were spying on me?" I asked the pokemon bluntly. He seemed to be nothing more than twelve or possibly thirteen. He kept silent while looking over to his basket of good. His ears popped up suddenly and he started to think, again. It was like he was planning his answer in advance…. Actually, I could see that. "Take as long as you need to answer."

He gave a quick chiding look at me, which I met with confusion and a little disdain. However, I kept that mainly to myself. He took a deep breath and finally answered after another minute. "My name is Sora, and I was getting supplies for my brother, Psy, and me. We went through Nazareth, but I suspected that we could get some details about upcoming fights from the citizens around here. Seeing you was coincidental but useful as well. We just want to know if there are any upcoming battles that we should avoid."

"Oh, is that all you need?" I smiled to the pokemon, but my gut was telling me to be weary. I tried to do a little mind digging, but there was a very flexible barrier set-up. I either guessed that this Eevee was not saying everything or his brother, Psy, was a great Psychic pokemon. "Why don't we walk to Nazareth together, and I can tell both your brother and you at the same time?"

"No!" He answered very quickly. "No, you don't have to do that…. Our mother who was an Umbreon was very abusive to us. She died when I was fairly young, so I remember little, but Psy has not been very forgiving to Umbreons."

He had that fake smile. He was lying, but then again, he could just be trying to get away from me because I attacked him without warning. The first part seemed truthful though. Maybe, it was just that his past was too personal…. That was something I could respect, but it was more practical and helped me waste the day if I walked with Sora to where he was supposed to meet his brother.

"I'm sorry, but I need to get away from here, please?" I begged to the Eevee, which sent him for a surprised loop. He became serious very quickly and started to reassess his previous thoughts. Sora sighed and nodded.

He motioned for me to follow as we walked to the gate and out with a simple motion of my paw for the guards to let us pass. They probably did not like me all that much, but I was still higher than them. They had to listen to me or face the penalty of insubordination. The two of us made our way to Nazareth, which was only a couple of kilometers away from Nactiva. The town was made because of certain groups of pokemon believing that Arceus desired us to live in the wild instead of in cities, but that practice had long been forgotten. It now served as a town where pokemon could stay while remaining outside the belittling view of The Sacred Plates Headquarters.

It only took about forty minutes at most to arrive at the bustling town of pokemon that were probably taking a little bit of sanctuary in a relatively peaceful area of the continent. Sora soon ran off to my right, which was fairly crowded. I suspected that he wanted to get away from me, but I would not be that easily lost. Once the pokemon saw me, they immediately parted ways for me to get through. They had those forced smiles that seemed to be too common around me. Because of that, I found Sora, again, very quickly.

He was surprised and a little annoyed, but he seemed to figure that there was nothing he could do. With a quick flick of his tail and flattened ears, I followed the thinking pokemon to a bar. In front of the pub, there was an Espeon with a bluish red jewel instead of the regular red colored at the center of his forehead. The Espeon had a scar as well across his face from the left side of his forehead to his right cheek. The Psychic pokemon was average for every other characteristic with his solid purple eyes and light purple fur. He seemed a bit more toned than muscular, but that did not mean that he probably could not hold himself in a fight. He also seemed to be around my age.

"Hey, Psy." Sora yelled to the Espeon who looked back and forth a little until his brother came up beside him. Then, Psy quickly saw me. His expression quickly became aggressive to the point of homicidal. I definitely did not expect this sort of reaction. "Come on, Psy, your little brother, Sora, says that we should listen to him. He's willing to tell us the places we should avoid during our journey."

Psy looked to Sora and gave a scoff at that, but he conceded and just proceeded to glare at me with the same level of hate that was expressed earlier. I still felt a little uncomfortable, but then again, I was warned of such a thing. I shrugged it off, and proceeded to explain that they should avoid the direct road to The City of Lights. Instead, they should head to Itlaa instead as to avoid the upcoming attacks near Fuoco. They listened very well and left when they acquired their information. However, Psy did let some nasty comments slip, which I followed with more equally as abusive thoughts that I had not realized that I said until after I was done. Sometimes, I thought that it was a curse to follow the blessing that was my powers.

The two brothers left without much of a goodbye, which I figured was just a nicer goodbye that they could manage. If an Umbreon really messed that Espeon that much, then getting off with just a walk away was probably lucky. I shrugged and went back walking to Nactiva. Now, I just had to wait for the next couple days till the battle at Fuoco.

Jiru: Finally, my side is said. :'D

Eli: Now, you won't get anymore of it! *Brings out a giant robot*

Me: How the hell did you get that?

Jiru: Save me! Save MEEEEEEE!

Me: *sigh* Anyway, Thanks for reading and dealing with my messed up mind. Please review and as always, have a nice day. Oh and Sora (Or as his real name is Ace) is an OC graciously given by EeveeInHeat. I suppose I could use more or think them up myself. They would be more of a cameo than real player's from now on. Now, I only want pokemon from Gen I-IV as I prefer to leave it as such. Adding the additional Legendaries of Gen V would be a pain in the Ass and probably Gen VI as well. Too many of those suckers. Anyway, as I said earlier, hope you enjoyed it.