fWHAT'S THAT! A BIRD! A PLANE! HOLY SHIT, IT'S ANOTHER CHAPTER OF CHILD OF THE DREAMS! HAHA, I bet that none of you were honestly expecting me to update again so soon! I am just full of surprises like that! Once again, I poured it on, as this chapter is over 7,000 words. I might make it even longer by revamping the earlier chapters, but I would lose my place in this story timeline so I probably won't until I am finished with the story itself. Well, enjoy this chapter, and please review telling me what you liked and/or disliked, as well as any suggestions.

"Normal Speech"

/Pokémon speech/

Telepathy

"THIS IS SPARTA!"=Highly emotional speech

Entering Sandgem was a new experience for me and Dak. So far, we had only entered the relatively large cities of Canalve and Jubilife. As soon as we had stepped into said cities, we had almost drowned in a flood of people, Pokémon , and noise. Walking into Sandgem Town was much different. There were few individuals on the road, and those who were seemed to be in no hurry to get wherever they were going. The only noise was the sound of the wind and the calls of the various Flying-types roosting on the power lines and buildings. Overall, it was a very tranquil scene.

"I can see why Professor Rowan decided to set up shop here." I said absentmindedly, appreciating the tranquility around me. It kind of reminded me of the short time I had lived on Fullmoon Island.

"Most Pokémon professors build their labs in small towns build their labs in small towns like this because of the tranquility they have." Kerin explained, trying to show off her knowledge. "Another reason they build in small towns is the abundance of habitats and Pokémon near them."

Kerin kept talking about the history of Pokémon labs and small towns. I ignored her, paying more attention to the town around me than her exposition.

I felt a small amount of movement around my chest, from where the pouch was. A few moments later, I saw a small head pop out of the top of the pouch.

I opened up my telepathy to Ralts. Sleep well?

It is very comfortable in here. she replied, laying back against the side of the pouch. Where are we now?

I sighed. It seemed that with Ralts, there was no end to the questions. We're in a small town called Sandgem.

Oh. She paused. Where is that?

I was saved from trying to explain the geography of Sinnoh by our arrival at the doors of Professor Rowan's lab.

"This place is huge!" Dak exclaimed, Ralts echoed the sentiment, albeit telepathically.

"Well, it is the lab of a famous professor who is the only one in Sinnoh legally allowed to register Trainers, so you would expect it to be big." I reasoned logically.

"Well, what are you two waiting for, lets go in already!"

Knowing how angry Kerin could get when she got impatient, /me and Dak quickly obeyed and entered the lab.

What are those pretty lights, Daddy?

I'm not really sure little one.

The lights in question were the ones that seem to come standard on any complex equipment.

And there were several pieces of equipment.

As soon as we had entered the lab, all of us (save Kerin, as she had already been here before) were astonished at the sheer amount of equipment that lined the walls. While we had been expecting there to be some equipment, we hadn't been expecting so much.

"Hello, can I help you?"

We all jumped. From behind a large piece of equipment walked out a tall man with impressive white facial hair. According to a nametag he was wearing on his white lab coat, he was Professor Rowan.

"How can I help you? As long as you aren't trying to sell me something, I should be able to help."

I quickly recovered and assured him that we weren't trying to sell anything.

"Oh, then are you here for a job?"

"No,sir," I replied, "Me and my brother are here for Trainer Registration."

"Hmmph. I was hoping that the laboratory technicians I had sent for had arrived, but oh well. Come over here so I can explain the process of registering you as a trainer."

He proceeded to lead us past several rooms, each of which held various Pokémon in various climates. Behind one window there was what looked like a miniature volcano with various Fire-types bathing in molten lava. In another room, a Swellow was flying in a wind tunnel with several people in lab coats taking notes.

As we passed one particularly large room, one that seemed to be a large forest, Ralts popped back out of my sweater pouch and started making small noises of excitement.

What are you so excited about little one?

Daddy, there are Pokémon in there that are my age! Can I go play with them?

Hang on, I'll ask.

When I asked Professor Rowan if Ralts could go into the room with the other young Pokémon, an expression of surprise of surprise crossed his face, before he quickly schooled himself.

"Of course, she can go right in. The door is right over there." He said, pointing out the entrance.

I relayed this to Ralts, adding in a plea for her to please be careful. She gave me a hug before toddling off to the door, opening it with telekinesis and walking in, closing it behind her.

Unseen by any of us, a suspicious look passed through Rowan's eyes as we watched Ralts go to play with the other Pokémon.

"So, you wish to be trainers is that right?"

"Yes sir." we both replied.

"Well then, here is what you need to do." he said, walking over to a table. "Now where did I put those forms…AHA! There you are you sneaky little devils."

Our jaws dropped when we saw the heavy packets of paper that Rowan was carrying. They each looked to be about fifty pages!

"I have been looking for these research theses for some time now." He put the large packets of papers aside and pulled out two separate pages. "Now here are your registration forms."

Sighing in relief, Dak and I reached for the papers and started to fill them out, with Kerin and Rowan watching on.

As we finished filling out the forms, I asked him if there was anything else we had to do.

"Two things, actually." he replied. "First, I'm going to have to have a private interview with each of you to determine if you have the right state of mind to be trainers. I also will need a DNA sample from both of you. This way I can insure that you and you alone will be able to access your Pokémon and item storage systems."

Both me and Dak started at the requirement for a DNA sample. We both realized that if Rowan looked at them too closely, he might realize that me and Dak weren't exactly human.

Rowan gave us no time to come up with a plan though. "You, the one who had the Ralts, I'll start with you. Follow me."

Not wanting to look suspicious, I followed him to a back room, where he closed and locked the door behind us.

Instead of asking standard, monotonous questions, Professor Rowan just stared at me for a while. Itching to break the awkward silence, I decided to start off.

"Well," I said, "what do you want to know about me?"

Rowan decided that I needed a little more staring before he answered my question, and his reply confirmed my worst fear.

"How and when did you learn how to understand Pokémon." he said flatly.

"Telepathy," I said, trying to go for the least unusual explanation, after all, there were documented psychics in this world.

Professor Rowan chuckled. "HAH, if you think an excuse like that will work, you've got another thing coming. I'll admit that telepathy may be involved, but it is not the sole reason. Even the Gym Leaders who are psychic can't understand their Pokémon's thoughts. Now come on, tell me. If you are worried about me publishing a paper on it, then don't worry, I won't publish any papers anytime soon, and I were to do so, there would be no mention of your name. C'mon, tell me. Was it an experiment with side-effects, a disease given to you by a Pokémon, a…"

I decided that if I told the Professor, there was a very low chance of any harm befalling me because of him. However, I had to make sure that it was safe to tell him first.

Interrupting his exposition, I asked him if in any way, someone would be able to observe us in the small office.

"Not in any way that I am aware of."

"And you are sure you won't repeat this to anyone else without my permission?"

Rowan snorted, as if such an idea could never possibly happen. "Just like doctors, a Pokémon professor must maintain strict confidentiality with Trainers. Does this mean you will tell me?"

I sighed. It looked like there was no way around telling him. I used a Safeguard on the door to make absolutely sure that no one would be able to hear us at all.

Before I could change, Professor Rowan interrupted again. "Interesting, the use of a Pokémon move by a human. If I had to guess, I would say that you were either in a illegal hybridization experiment, or you were enchanted by a Pokémon, or-"

Tired of all of the ideas that Professor Rowan was coming up with, I simply changed into my Cresselia form to shut him up.

I only succeeded in stunning him for a few seconds though

"To be honest, I really wasn't expecting this," Rowan said, having quickly recovered from his astonishment.

I wasn't expecting you to recover from your astonishment for at least ten more seconds. I replied.

"Telepathy? Well I guess that would come with being turned into a Cresselia."

You don't seem to understand Professor, I wasn't changed into a Cresselia, I was born this way.

"That is unusual. Was your mother and/or father experimented on?"

I was amazed at how Professor Rowan could be so smart on several subjects, yet be so stupid on others.

Professor, there were no experiments, no hidden labs, no curse, or anything bizarre at all! My mother was Cresselia, the bringer of good dreams, and Darkrai, the causer of 's it.

Professor Rowan looked a little disappointed for some reason.

"Darn, I had been hoping to prove that some of the literature I have recently started reading could have a grain of truth to them, but oh well."

All of a sudden, an odd gleam appeared in his eyes, one that freaked me out a little bit. "You don't suppose that you would be willing to submit to a few tests, would you? I have never had the chance to meet a Cresselia, and this could be my only chance to prove or disprove some myths about your kind."

While I would love to help you advance research about my species, I don't think now would be a good time. I have someone I need to find, and I have other things that I wish to do as well. Maybe another time.

Professor Rowan didn't seem too upset by me turning down his offer and seemed to just take it in stride.

"It is all your choice of course, I wouldn't want to make you do something that you don't want to." He then put on a serious expression again. "Do your friends know of your… parentage?"

Dak is my brother, so of course he knows, I held up a paw to stop Rowan from interrupting, and before you ask, he is actually a Darkrai. My other companion, Kerin, however, I have yet to tell of my, or Dak's, parentage. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from telling her either. Also, Ralts knows that I am a Cresselia, as I have shown her.

Professor Rowan sighed heavily, and then got up from the table. "Well then, I see no reason that I can't register you and your brother as trainers. Also, seeing as how the only two Pokémon you have are either too young, or not yet hatched, I will give you both a Pokémon each."

And the DNA sample? I pressed, not wanting anyone else to find out that me and my brother were not as we seemed.

"The only one who has access to the DNA keys is myself, so no one else should be able to find out about you and your brother." His face took on a pensive look. "Cress, there is one thing I would like to ask you."

Go ahead.

"I was wondering if you would like to take a new project of mine with you."

What, a Pokedex? After all, that's what happened in all of the games.

"Why would I just give you a Pokedex? I give all trainers a Pokedex. What I am about to give you may look like most Pokedexs, but it is so much more."

I was getting tired of just floating in the air, so I changed back into human form and sat down in the other chair at the table. "Tell me more."

Professor Rowan walked over to a wall panel and opened it, pulling out a small white device. Sitting back down, he showed me what he called the PokeArchive 1.0.

The Poke Archive 1.0, while similar looking to a Pokedex and was definitely a lot smaller. It was basically a small, transparent half-orb that was attached to a small necklace. Professor Rowan placed it flat-side down on the table and just sat there for a few minutes. I started getting impatient, not seeing the purpose of sitting here.

Right before I asked him to explain what this device did, a smooth computerized voice issued out of the device.

POWER-UP SEQUENCE COMPLETE. EXECUTE MAIN PROGRAM?

"Yes" Rowan replied.

All of a sudden, a beam of light issued out from the top of the half-orb. The light spread out, and resolved into the shape of a globe. Images started to appear all over the globe, resolving into the images of several Pokémon. As more and more images began to appear all over the globe, Rowan started to explain the function of the device.

"This is my secret project that I have been working on for about five years. What I have been trying to do is create a comprehensive guide of Pokémon and their behaviors, habitats, traits, etc. Every time I went out on a research expedition, I would take the PokeArchive 1.0. I would scan all of the Pokémon that I saw, and took down notes and transcribed them into the archive. In this manner, I collected data on almost every Pokémon discovered as of yet."

"Then why do you need me to take this machine with me?" After all, if he had already gotten data on all of the Pokémon, then why did he need me?

He sighed. "Notice that I said almost, not all. There are many Pokémon, such as yourself and your brother, that had proved to elusive to research with conventional means. This includes the Pokémon known as Legendary by most people, as well as new species that have yet to proven to exist."

"And this involves me how?"

Professor Rowan gave a smile so big; it seemed to bisect his face. "My boy, you are the best choice for the job! As you are a Legendary, you surely will encounter other Pokémon of the same status. They would be less likely to flee from you, a Legendary Pokémon like them, as they would from a human. If you take the PokeArchive with you, you would be able to fill the archive with scans of the Legendaries, and possibly of their behaviors and habits. Of course, you would not need to get habitat locations as that could compromise their safety from criminal gangs and collectors."

I had to admit, Rowan's plan did make sense. If I were to carry this little computer around, I would be able to bring the Legendaries and humans closer together through knowledge. If their homes weren't listed in the archive, then nothing could go wrong.

While I was thinking, Professor Rowan added in another thought. "As a side bonus, even if you did not see any other Legendaries, the device would be able to get comprehensive scans of you and your brother's species. This could lead to advances in the study of the subconscious, as well as-"

I had heard enough to make up my mind. "Professor Rowan, I'll do it."

His smile got even larger. "Excellent! Now all I have to do is set it to your DNA, and you'll be set.

"Wait is this going to hu-YEOWWWWWW!" Apparently, the PokeArchive's way of taking DNA samples was via use of a high-intesity laser, one that BURNED!

NEW OWNER REGISTERED. SPECIES DESIGNATION- CRESSELIA. USERNAME-CRESS E RAI. AWAITING FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.

"Hey, is there any way that I could change the color of this-"

Before Rowan could respond, the squares on the globe that had been showing Pokémon flickered. Now, instead of Pokémon, the squares were each showing a different color or pattern.

I whispered to Rowan. "Now what do I do?"

"Just touch whichever pattern you like, or ask it for a specific type of pattern. It's a very smart computer."

After contemplating what kind of pattern I wanted, my mind immediately jumped to Cresselia hugging me before I left.

"Show me any crescent patterns that you have." I said in the most authoriatative voice I could muster.

Immediately, various patterns and colorations of crescent moons popped up. I scrolled until I found one that was the same coloration as my mom's body, pale lavender-blue and pale yellow.

CHANGE COLOR THEME TO PATTERN 254068?

"Ummm…Yes?

CHANGING THEME

The PokeArchive flashed once, and then color swirled into focus. The majority of the sphere changed to a pale lavender blue, while in the center of the half-sphere, a yellow crescent came into focus.

Now that the Archive was a new color, I picked it up and put the necklace it was attached to around my neck.

Rowan looked at his watch and chuckled. "I think we should go back to your friends, they may be getting worried. We can go get your Pokémon on the way."

I nodded, and followed him out the door.

As we arrived back at the main area of the lab, I realized that only Dak was there.

"Where did Kerin go?" I asked Dak, who had been focusing on rubbing the Houndour egg.

"Oh, she went on ahead to Rustboro. Apparently, she wants to visit some boyfriend of hers, and do some more shopping and other stuff. She also thought that it might be good for us if we figured out how to get to Rustboro by ourselves.

While I was a little mad at Kerin for just up and leaving us, I was also a little excited. Now that Kerin wasn't with us (for a short time at least), I would be able to stretch out my wings and go for a quick flight. Though Jubilife wasn't that far from Sandgem, it was far enough that a hike there would take several hours, more if we had to battle someone seeing as how we were now registered trainers. Maybe I would be able to convince Dak to come along.

My musing was interrupted by Professor Rowan coughing. "Now that the interview is done, maybe we could go get your Pokémon?"

Dak was confused. "Wait, don't I have to do an interview? What about the DNA samples?"

"You don't have to do an interview with me. Your brother explained your… situation and I feel like you won't abuse Pokémon with the way you have been handling that egg of yours. Now, about that DNA sample…"

A small laser emitter popped down out of the ceiling and proceeded to point at Dak. A short laser pulse later, and his DNA was recorded.

"Why did it have to burn like that?" Dak complained, rubbing at the spot where the laser had hit.

"Normally I would spout some scientific sounding techno-babble about it, but lets just say I have to get my laughs were I can. Anyways, lets go pick out your Pokémon." He turned and started to walk down a short hallway.

We followed him, unaware of the trouble that was brewing in the room where I had left Ralts.

Ralts was having a fun time when Cress let her go play with the other young Pokémon.

After Daddy had let her go play in the room, she had made many new friends. She was currently playing a game of hide-and-seek with some of the younger Pokémon, and was hiding in some bushes, as the room she was in was designed to look like a forest. She giggled when the Magby who was it ran past her hiding spot, going to look deeper in the woods for the other participants.

"So what do we have here, hmmmm?"

Ralts started a bit when she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and saw a Machop flanked by two Hitmontop. She smiled, thinking that she had just found some new potential friends.

"Hello," she said, "do you want to play with us?" indicating the other Pokémon who were playing hide-and-seek.

The Machop smirked and replied: "Sure, I'll play. Here, let me show you my special hiding spot. He started to walk down an almost invisible path into a heavily overgrown part of the woods. Ralts followed, wanting to see this hiding spot of her new friend, while the trailed behind her, making sure that no one was following them…

Meanwhile, with Cress, Dak, and Rowan

"Well, here we are." Rowan said, after unlocking a large heavy door that had such a secret way of opening it, it was required that the story focus on a different character while he did so.

"Wowwwwwwwwwwwwww." Dak and me said simultaneously, jaws slack from sheer amazement from the wonder that was in front of us.

We were currently in a room that seemed to have no end, and along the length of the room, there were countless shelves filled with Pokéballs of all makes and designs.

To our dismay, Rowan ignored these shelves and went to a shelf that was only a few feet away from the door, one which only held two Pokéballs.

"I'm sorry boys, but these seem to be the last two Pokémon that I have left from my previous journey. I guess I'll have to go traveling before next summer rolls, or there will be a lot of disappointed trainers."

"Its okay Professor Rowan, we'll take them, won't we Dak?" I said, elbowing my brother in the side."

"Huh- Right, we'll take them Professor."

"Let me just see which ones these are then." taking the Pokéballs and placing them on some complicated panel. Once he saw the readouts, he chuckled a little bit.

"Well boys, this is quite ironic. You see, what I have here are a pair of Eevees. The reason that no one has taken such rare Pokémon yet is because they are twins, much like yourselves, and they get unruly if they are separated from their sibling. Seeing as how you two will be traveling together though, I don't think that will be a problem."

I reached out for one of the Pokéballs, but before I could grab it, I heard a loud Psychic scream.

DADDY!

Ralts was in trouble.

I immediately changed into my Cresselia form and teleported to the room where I had left her

Ralts had followed the Machop through the woods to a small cave. The cave had been placed in the unusually large room in order to provide a home to any Sableye, Zubats, or other cave dwelling Pokémon if the Professor ever got any. As of yet, there were no such Pokémon, so the it served a different purpose for the Machop. Once they got there, she noticed that they had been joined by some Stunky, making her cover her nose in disgust, and various other shady looking Pokémon

"Why are there so many other Pokémon here?" she asked, not noticing that some of the Pokémon were blocking off the path behind her.

Machop made a hand gesture and some of the Pokémon went into the cave. "Oh, we all want to play a game with you. If you play it, you might find it fun." he said with a lecherous grin on his mouth.

At that moment, the Pokémon who had gone into the cave came back out, each leading a roughed up female Pokémon behind them.

Then the smell hit her.

It was a smell all too familiar to her. She had smelled it on some of the Gardevoir after they were put back into their pens, after they had been taken into the caves. She had asked them what the smell was, and they had shown her their memories. ALL of their memories.

"NO! Not that, anything but that!" She tried to run away, but the Pokémon who had surrounded her threw her back and she fell to the ground. She tried to get up, but the Machop pinned her down.

"Don't worry cutie, it'll only hurt for a second!" The Machop told her, getting ready to penetrate her.

Ralts squirmed to get out, but she was firmly pinned by the stronger fighting type. She thought of the only Pokémon who seemed to care for her.

DADDY!

Present Time

The Machop pulled back to start the cruel process of raping the poor little Ralts. When she let loose her psychic scream, he winced, and then backhanded her.

"Shut up Bitch! Your daddy isn't here, and he isn't going to be here!"

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and everyone in the clearing gasped.

Floating right before them was a CRESSELIA! The patrons of psychics, the bringers of good dreams, and the Royal Family of the light side of the moon.

Of those titles, the Machop's mind was repeating one of them over and over again: Patron of Psychics, Patron of Psychics, Patron of Psychics. The benefactor of all Mental Pokémon was staring at him, as he was in the position of preparing to rape one of his subjects.

Then he remembered that the Ralts had called out for her father seconds before the Cresselia had appeared, and that the Ralts was unconscious from the slap he had given her.

All of a sudden, he went flying into a rock wall as the Cresselia used Psychic on him. As the Legendary Pokémon floated over to the Ralts, all of the Pokémon who had been surrounding her quickly backpedaled, trying to distance themselves from the angry Lunar Pokémon.

Cress bent down to listen to her chest to determine if she was still breathing. Once he detected the faint up and down movement of her chest, he relaxed slightly, but keeping an angry look in his eyes. He put Ralts on his back, attaching her with weak Psychic bonds, and then returning his gaze to the Machop who had tried to rape his daughter (At this time, Cress has admitted to himself that deeply cares for Ralts, and has decided to start referring to her as his daughter).

"You disgust me. All of you, you who call yourselves Pokémon. By the way you have treated this poor child, I have more than earned the right to kill you." All of the surrounding Pokémon tensed. "But killing is not in my nature. That and Professor Rowan might be upset if he found limbs and internal organs spread all over this room, so I won't kill you.

All of the Pokémon sighed in relief, glad of the fact that they would be getting out of this debacle unharmed.

Cress, who had been monitoring their thoughts, gave a wicked grin. Whoever said you would be getting out of this unharmed?

The Pokémons' pleas for mercy and forgiveness were lost on the Cresselia, as he began to thoroughly beat down all of the Pokémon with psychic and, in the case of the various Dark types, physical attacks, making sure not to cause any permanent damage, except to the Machop, who would forever walk with a limp, and have an oddly high pitched voice for a male.

As soon as I got Ralts fixed up with an external Moonlight, I decided to talk to her about what had happened (Of course, we had our 20-minute long hug, with a bit of crying mixed in at the beginning). After all, as Ralts's parental guardian, it was my duty to inform her about… well, sex. This was not a conversation that I had been looking forwards to.

Thankfully, Ralts already had had "The Talk" with her sister (Before the raid). It seemed that all Pokémon were taught the ways of reproducing at an early age so that they would be prepared if their parents died.

As we traveled back to the room where Dak and Professor Rowan were waiting, I finally remembered something I had wanted to do. I turned to Ralts, who was riding on my back, and asked her if she wanted a name.

But I'm not a Kirlia yet. she replied.

I was thrown so off kilter by this statement, that I almost bowled over a lab assistant who had his face buried in a book. I managed to correct my flight path and replied to Ralts; Why would it matter if you are a Kirlia or not?

In my tribe, a Ralts would not get a name until she evolved into a Kirlia, when more dstingi… destuing… obvious traits appeared.

"Well, if you didn't have a name as a Ralts, then what did everyone else in your tribe call you?

Oh, they would just use private telepathy if they wanted anything from me, she said easily.

Well, if you are going to be travelling with me, then I am going to need something to call you with. I can't use telepathy all of the time, as it would make smart enough people suspicious, like it did with Professor Rowan.

Well, what are you going to call me?

I was again stunned, and, once again, almost ran into yet another generic lab assistant with no distinguishing characteristics. Luckily, he was too busy randomly staring at a wall to pay attention.

I contemplated many ideas for names, but only one seemed to stick out; it would have to do.

How about Circe? Ralts thought about it. Well, if you don't like it…

No, its perfect. After all, my Daddy came up with it, so it must be a good name!

I blushed at the statement. While I had accepted Circe as my daughter, it was still embarrassing for her to refer to me in such a familiar way.

I flew on back to the storage room, anxious to leave the lab, as it was starting to make me a little freaked out by how all of the lab assistants could look almost exactly the same.

"Well, you have the Pokearchive, the two Eevee, as well as enough supplies to get you as far as Rustboro if you walk. Of course, I highly doubt that you'll be walking, but it is always good to be prepared for unforeseen consequences."

After giving us our Pokémon, Rowan had offered to let Dak and I spend the night, but we had turned him down. It was time for us to be getting back on the road, as we had spent too much time in Sandgem. We had come expecting to spend an hour, yet we had spent an entire day in the small town. We started to walk off back to the path to Jubilife, and further on, Oreburgh waving back to the Professor as we did.

Lab assistant #007, who had been standing next to Professor Rowan, asked the him, "Sir, are you sure that we should have given those two those Eevee twins? After all, the reason no other trainer took them, even if they were travelling with another trainer, is that they were unruly. What makes you think that those two will be able to handle the Eevees?"

"Oh, just a feeling. Now, weren't you supposed to be… eh what's your number again?"

The assistant sighed. "Number seven, sir."

"Right, number seven, weren't you supposed to be watching that new Electrode to make sure it stops spontaneously exploding?"

KAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!

The assistant paled; when an Electrode exploded, there was usually a sizable scorch mark, one that would have to be cleaned away. Maybe if he snuck away…

"Well," said Professor Rowan, "Looks like you have a mess to clean up. Hop to it then."

"Yes sir." the assistant grumbled and went off to clean up the explosion that was awaiting him.

With Dak and Cress…

While walking on Route 202, Dak and I had yet to run into any trainers. Whether this was because we were new and didn't seem like we were trainers ourselves, or because it was night and all of the other Trainers were tired and had gone to bed, we didn't know.

Either way, it meant we didn't have to fight any trainers with our brand-new Pokémon…yet.

Thinking of our new Eevee, I thought it was time that we met them. I relayed this to Dak, and he agreed. Getting the Pokéballs out (and being careful not to jostle Circe, who had fallen asleep in her pouch), we pressed the buttons on the front. The balls popped open, and twin beams of red light came out of them, solidifying into two canine-like shapes that were Eevee. However, instead of simply sitting there once they were out of their balls, the Eevee immediately started wrestling with each other, rolling around and getting dust everywhere.

/Come on, admit that I'm better!/

/Never! You admit it first/

/No, you!/

/You!/

/You!/

The two kept rolling around in the dirt, until I decided that it was time to intervene.

"Alright you two, break it up, break it up." I said, picking the two Eevee up by the scruffs of their necks and holding them away from each other.

/Aww, no fair sister, getting someone bigger to help you./ the one in my right hand whined.

/What are you talking about, brother, you're the one getting someone to help you!/ the one in my left hand replied.

Suddenly, the two Eevee, each having decided that I was helping out the other, both decided to try and get me to let them go, in some odd attempt to show which of them was better. Of course, this was not amusing to me at all, as even though I was in human form, Bite attacks still hurt a lot.

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

While Dak snickered at my predicament, I focused all of my anger at the Eevee, who had gone back to fighting on the ground. They were startled when they felt themselves being picked up by their scruffs again, but when they twisted around to Bite the hands that were holding them, their teeth met nothing but air.

Now then, said the Cresselia that had replaced the human who had been holding them earlier, Can we calm down a little bit?

After the Eevee twins had been calmed down (and somewhat stunned by the sight of a Cresselia and Darkrai) and stopped fighting, they started to introduce themselves.

/My name is Luna./ said the female one. She said that she was called that because her parents had caught her sneaking around at night when she was supposed to be asleep.

/And my name is Sol./ He was called this because he was the opposite of Luna, being very energetic in the day, but almost immobile at night.

It is very nice to meet you, Luna and Sol. I replied back as graciously as I could (After all, if Pokémon all look at me like I'm some kind of mini-deity, I should act like one, right?) I elbowed errr… winged, Dak, who had been floating nearby, obsessing over his egg, again.

/Huh? Oh, right, whatever he said./ Dak said, before going back to his egg.

Come on, can't you at least put that egg down and greet our new friends nicely? Geez, you act like a girl with the way you have been obsessing over that egg…

/Take that back!/

Why don't you make me?

After Dak put his egg in the crook of a tree, and I asked Circe to go meet the Eevees, we proceeded to tackle each other and roll around on the ground, trying to pin each other.

At the sight of this, Sol and Luna facefaulted, amazed that two Pokémon that they had been brought up to believe were gods, were fighting over such a small manner in a way that… well, reminded them of themselves.

/Do they usually fight like this?/ Luna asked Circe.

/For the short time I have been with Daddy, I've seen him fight with Uncle Dak about ten times. I think. I had not really gotten the hang of counting before my family was killed./

The twins (the Eevees that is) were shocked to hear that Circe's family had been killed, and asked her to explain what had happened to her family. Circe started to explain, and the twins listened to every gruesome detail while Dak and me continued to fight.

Earlier that day with Kerin

"Well, that takes care of the shopping, I've checked in with my parents, and I went to the museum. Hmmmm, lets see what's left on the list.

Kerin was having a wonderful time in Oreburgh. Oreburgh was where she had grown up, and it felt good to finally be returning home after ten years of Psychic Academy.

"Here we are! Last thing on the list is to go make out with Derrick!"

Derrick was Kerin's boyfriend, the only one she had ever had. The two had grown up together, played together, and had eventually shared their first kiss together. It looked like they would eventually get married, but everything changed when Kerin showed burgeoning psychic powers at the age of fourteen. After a Whirlwind of calls and letters, Kerin had been sent off to the Academy, and Derrick had been left behind. She hadn't given up on him, and kept in cotact with him through letters and Vidcalls. Eventually, said communication had started to peter off, and she was afraid that had fallen on hard times. The thought that he might be unfaithful never occurred to her, as she was naïve enough to believe in everlasting love.

She was humming with excitement as she got out of the bus that had brought her to the street where Derrick still lived. She had a bounce in her step and a smile on her face. Nothing at all could ruin this day.

Kerin walked up the steps to the door and rang the doorbell, She waited for a few minutes, and then rang the doorbell again, frowning when she didn't get an answer. She reached out with her telepathy, straining and sweating as she did, as she was weak with the skill, something most people took years to learn, though Cress had an almost magical gift for the skill. Anyways, when she scanned the house, she noticed that Derrick was home, but not alone…

And his thoughts were concentrated on sex.

Kerin turned away from the door, tears inher eyes, as she realized that the guy who she had loved, who she thought had loved her back, had tossed her aside as easily as a used tissue. She started to walk away from the door, when she heard it swing open, revealing none other than the lousy cheater himself, Derrick.

"Kerin, is that you? I've missed you so much babe!" He started to walk towards Kerin with his arms outstretched, as if expecting a hug. He stopped, not out of any concern for why Kerin was crying, but because an invisible wall had sprung up in his path.

"Have you missed me Derrick?" she said quietly, "If you've missed me so much, then why is she naked on your bed, panting, and thinking of having sex with you?"

"Ummm, wait, I can explain…" he started, fumbling for words.

"Don't even bother. I should have realized that you would be this kind of person when we dated together all of those years ago. You never loved me did you? All you wanted was to claim me, just have me as another achievement for the great Derrick the Douche!"

Derrick sneered. "So what if I did? All the time you were going on about how you loved me so much, and what did I get for all of that love? NOTHING! I only ever got a few kisses from you, nothing that I wanted! Then you went off to that stupid school for freaks and headcases, and you expect me to not go out with anyone? Who the hell do you think you are, being able to make such demands of me? Huh? Well, tell me?"

'Sniff' "Goodbye Derrick." Kerin started to run away as the floodgates of her tears let loose, flinging a hand back as she left.

"Well, good riddance to that prude… Whoah, what the hell!

At that moment, Kerin's delayed reaction telekinesis kicked in, and Derrick was fused to the cinderblock wall of his house. He tried calling the girl inside for help, but she had already left through the backdoor, having raided his wallet and his fridge (and taking his laptop to boot). It took three hours for anyone to notice that there was a boy fused to a wall, and another four hours for EMTs to detach him from the wall with the help of some Machoke.

Back with Cress and Dak

Three hours later, and the Darkrai and Cresselia were still wrestling around. Meanwhile, Circe had somehow set up a tea table and had poured three cups of tea for herself and the Eevee twins. She had also used a very weak telekinesis to detach some large leaves from thh surrounding forest so that the three would not have to sit on the bare ground.

/You make very nice tea, Circe/ said Luna

The Ralts being spoken to blushed. /Thank you, its one of several things that I learned how to do while my sisters were still alive./

Sol looked over at the still fighting Pokémon. /Shouldn't we stop them? If they keep fighting, a human might see them, and that would probably be problematic./

He looked over at his sister. /A hard Bite to each of them?/

She smiled. /That would probably work./

The two got up from their seats as Circe started to clean up the table and put it… wherever it had been before. They waltzed over to the rolling deities and waited for an opportunity to arise. Once it did, they leapt and dug their teeth into the arms of Cress and Dak… hard.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

/What was that for?/ The twin Lunar and Pitch-Black Pokémon asked.

/You've been fighting for the past three hours. We couldn't think of any other way to stop you./

/Three hours! Oh shit, that means the Trainers will be out any minute now. They're supposed to be out at first light!/ I exclaimed.

/What do you propose we do about it?/ I would rather not spend another day of walking and building up blisters./ My brother replied.

/Well…/ I started, /we could always try flying./

Dak blanched. The few times on Full Moon that he had tried to fly, he had ended up crashing spectacularly into the ground.

/There's a first for everything!/ I said, in a mock cheery voice.

/Fine,/ he grumbled, /I'll try flying again. But YOU carry my egg and Sol. I'll take Luna and Circe./

/YEAAAAA! WE GET TO GO FLYING!/ the three Pokémon exclaimed.

These cheers of excitement would definetly change to cries of panic before we reached Oreburgh City.

Whewww. I didn't think I had it in me to finish another chapter of the same size in five days. Don't get your hopes up, I more likely than not will go back to my lazy bum state of updating annually. However, I might just start updating every two weeks, I dunno. Anyways, next chapter, will (probably) be the first Gym fight for Dak (Cress will be doing Contests) and I'll throw in a few surprises. Oh, and before I forget, I threw in a relatively famous quote from a video game, at least I think its famous. It was the title of a level, as well as a quote in another episode in the series. Tell me the game series, and you win a prize.

May your dreams be what you want them to be

Kyron7