Gardevoir had ascended to the entrance of Mount Pyre, alone. The inside was just what she expected. Nothing had changed aside from the rows of tombstones before her. The inside was stone grey, and each tombstone had some special symbol carved into it along with the name of the trainer's last words to the Pokémon to carry onto its afterlife, out of some weird belief that the inscribed words would etch into their minds. She saw various people of different ages around, who were grieving or paying respects to their fallen Pokémon. It was odd to see people this early in the morning, but she didn't question it. She proceeded upstairs. Each step just sent another shock wave from her leg to her thigh and part of her lower body. The pain medicine wasn't doing much to prevent the pain for long.
Gardevoir arrived to the second floor, where no one else was around. She presumed that the first floor was for the most recent deaths at the moment. She went to the other side of the second floor and stopped midway to see another row of tombstones. But only one caught her attention. A somewhat darkened one that had succumbed to the damage of time. On the tombstone was a small symbol carved into it, which was a blazing fire on a rock which indicated a fire ground type buried there. She was glad they were keeping the grave readable, at least. She crouched down, reading the words inscribed on the stone slab. "Here lies Camerupt, an immovable Pokémon that did its best to take on infinite forces." The date was written to a few years ago as the day it died underneath the text was another small scripture. "Trained by Lucas Jones." Gardevoir was glad her trainer wasn't completely forgotten about in varying senses from memories to the small writings.
Gardevoir walked away from the grave, and she walked up and up, one floor after another, walking by varying decayed tombstones of all types of Pokémon. There were a few wild ghost types around, but they never posed much threat to her. Very soon, she reached the top of Mount Pyre. She felt and viewed the bright sunlight that was beginning to rise over the summit of the mountain, even if the area still had some fog surrounding it. She walked over to the left of the top of the graveyard, where mostly flying types were buried. It was a way to show how they were still able to enjoy the skies in death, or at least that was what she presumed. It was unclarified why they buried specific types on specific floors, and sometimes they didn't at all.
Gardevoir approached another one of the graves, which had a feather and a bug symbol. A Flying Bug type was buried here underneath. "Here lies Beautifly. Thrice a blue ribbon contest winner, whose beauty emanated like Hannah's hair." The Pokémon also belonged to Mr. Jones, her previous trainer. Gardevoir just sighed, remembering who the grave was referring to when it compared Beautifly's beauty with the hair of Hannah, her old trainer, Jones ex-girlfriend. She remembered their breakup as well, which was shortly after she had evolved, but the longer time went on, the worse Beautifly's beauty and appearance became, the drooping wings and tired posture, and lack of ability to compete in Pokémon competitions.
Gardevoir could see the slowly rising sun on the horizon, glad it was at least morning. Then, she saw two weird orbs nearby on pedestals. One was red and one was blue. They were confusing to her. When she attempted to interact with one by touching it, she was stopped by the sound of a voice. "Mind not touching that?" she paused mid poke, looking over, seeing an old man who approached. The psychic Pokémon pulled her hand back, embarrassed. "G-garde," she apologized, presuming he had just arrived to Mount Pyre since she hadn't seen him on any of the other floors. "I didn't think wild Pokémon strong as you were around here," he commented, coming over and making sure both of the spheres were safe. She didn't pay him much mind before beginning to make her way back down the many floors she had climbed up, after she had finished paying her respect to her deceased past comrades.
At the second floor, Gardevoir saw Rob walking up the steps alongside a blonde haired girl that had a red shirt and jeans. Her shirt had random black embers on it. "Oh, there you are! Gardevoir, this is my little sister, Lina," Rob introduced them. His sister looked back and forth, noting that the Pokémon was wandering on its own, but still claimed as his own. It was all odd to her. The two shook hands. "Voir," she greeted, glad to meet her, but she was doubting the circumstances were happy.
"Lina requested I come due to her Aggron's death," Rob explained. His sibling's Pokémon had been buried, perhaps late into yesterday. He had already paid his respects to his sister's tragic loss. "Garde…" Gardevoir nodded, extending her condolences while using another hand to rub her leg sorely. She was unable to take more painkillers since she had already taken some not so long ago. Just thinking of Pokémon dying was starting to get into her head. It was often on her memory that it made her worried that she was getting some intuition of her life, slowly repeating in her sleep like she was getting closer to death. "You have gotten better as a trainer, at least," Lina commented upon viewing the injury as some form of cheap joke at her brother's expense.
Gardevoir was noticing various people in holy themed clothing, appearing presumed to be the people to guard the graves, since some Pokémon were buried with treasured items or such, and people had the idea to steal them occasionally, thus the mountain had to have some defense. "Why don't we eat together? I don't want to depress you as well," Lina suggested, not wanting to depress him with the atmosphere. She was aware of what kind of trouble this was to make the effort and travel from Rustboro to here. Rob looked to his psychic travel companion. She nodded, not minding taking the moment to eat. "Fortree City's nearby," she said excitedly. It wasn't hard to tell she wasn't the type to be easily depressed, so Gardevoir presumed she had spent any excess sadness by her Pokémon's final moments already.