Chapter 2:
'Fragile little ice'

A week had passed after what happened to Oswald. A glaceon was sat on his hay bed, with a rather sad expression and facing the window that was getting battered by rain. He looked as though he had woken up from a nightmare, or cried so hard his eyes became sore, or perhaps, he had just evolved. That glaceon was Glim.

Still shaken up by the whole event he was trying to move on from. The very memory of the drapion's tail rising up and stabbing Oswald haunted him. In fact, it would make him cry for he felt so responsible for not trying to warn his friend, followed by the memories of being crushed by the drapion to carrying Oswald's body on top of him. The feelings were unbearable, like being pushed in the throat and stomach, while Glim was powerless to prevent his tears. Even breathing in resembled sobbing. The little glaceon knew he had to be brave, he had become a young adult glaceon, according to other pokémon among the field species.

'Glim? Are you okay?' asked a little turtwig, peeking into the small room.

The glaceon slowly rubbed off his tears and remained looking away.

'I'm fine.' he said, but the turtwig could clearly see that Glim was still distraught.

'Well, um, your friends downstairs want to see you.'

'Okay.' Glim replied, not even looking at the young turtle, who could only walk away worried for him.

Downstairs, Jane was in the living room, scribbling notes on a newspaper, which was one of many in front of her. Ben was opposite her, entertaining three baby refugees, a bonsly, cleffa and a pichu, who were giggling loudly. The infernape nearby took one look at the baby pokémon and looked back to her notes miserably. She was no longer pregnant.

Glim entered the long room, without his friends noticing him. A mother raichu, who was watching over her pichu, was the first to notice Glim in the doorway as she was leaving for the kitchen.

'Morning Glim. I'm just gonna make some tea, if you would like some?'

'Uh- um okay.' replied the glaceon, trying to respond quickly as the raichu passed. Glim then approached the long dinner table to his right, where Jane was deep in thought. He sat on the chair just opposite the infernape, who still did not notice the little glaceon. Glim was a little worried that she might be ignoring him or secretly disliking him. 'Jane? Um.'

'Yes?' she replied, reading a paper in front of her on the table.

'W-what are you doing?' asked Glim, who got no reply for a moment, before Jane put down the paper she had on her hand and held up the paper she was reading.

'That drapion, who killed Oswald. You think it was this one in the paper?' she said, pointing at a story titled 'Five Children Missing Over Scad' which concluded with the theory of being killed by a drapion, nicknamed the 'Killer of Kindness' in the Crimson Revolution. 'He was a member of the fucking Crimson, as I predicted! Now I have lost eight to those assholes!' she shouted, hitting the table.

Jane then suddenly stopped, keeping hold of her fury, realising she has scared the kids on the other side and that the room had gone quiet.

'Jane, you want to take a moment?' asked Ben, who got no reply. Glim meanwhile was also getting nervous, feeling like he caused Jane's anger, but remained silent. 'Could you at least watch your language? We have kids in here.'

'I know, shut up.' replied the infernape.

The mother raichu returned, wheeling in a small trolley with a tea set on it. Pushing it to the centre, she stopped with a little concerned expression.

'Is everything alright? I heard shouting.'

'Oh we're fine, Jane was just telling Glim about where we're going next.' explained Ben, which caused Glim to glance at him, who was not told that at all.

Mentioning that message made Jane rummage through her many papers, while the raichu brought a cup of tea over to Glim, placing it on the table. Ben went back to pretending to be an airbag, letting the three babies roll him like a beach ball, while he pretended to be some grumpy elder.

The glaceon thanked the raichu, who moved back to the trolley, while she chuckled watching the children playing with Ben. Glim blew at his flowery teacup, to cool the tea icy cold, before he took one gulp. Jane just opposite him held up a different journal, one that had a picture of a drapion, a crobat and multiple venipede fleeing a street. The image seemed a little blurred, but the drapion had the most clarity for being the closest to the photographer.

'Is this him?' demanded Jane, holding the picture close to the face of the little glaceon, almost cuddling his teacup.

'Jane, I've only seen a drapion once. But, I don't see anything different about this one, to the one who attacked me and Oswald.'

'This so called "Killer of Kindness" was a common killer in Iris, nearby. So I'm thinking, if this asshole was a high ranked member of the Crimson, their base of operations could be located around there.'

'Wait, wait. Does this mean you're joining the revolution?'

'Glim, we are all in the revolution, whether we pick a side or not. And if it doesn't end any sooner, more people, who or whatever they are, are going to die! It's not just about me avenging Oswald, but to save Crio, to save those who don't deserve to die. Unless you want to keep running, living in fear Glim?'

The little glaceon paused, spacing out and looking down. Jane folded the paper she was just showing and placed it into a backpack for human-like pokémon of her size. Glim knew Jane was right, but what could a helpless glaceon do in a country wide war? In fact, almost nobody knew why the Republic even turned on all dark type pokémon to begin with. The only cause of the Crio revolution was apparently the 'human genocide,' where every visiting human had been reportedly brutally murdered and dark types were blamed for it, without explanation. Glim had nothing to do with the revolution, but for it to end, he too would have to take a stand. Not something he wanted to do right away. Jane meanwhile had put her bag on and was leaving the living room.

'Wait, where're you going?'

'I'm just going back to my room, to get my equipment. Once I'm done, I'm out of here.'

'You mean, you're going to leave us?' asked Glim, while Jane stood in the doorway, who looked back at him, somewhat sad and sorry.

'Glim, Oswald is dead and I have no child to conceive anymore. You think I can ever get over that? If I don't stand up to the revolution, with or out my revenge, Oswald and probably thousands more will die for nothing. I'm sorry Glim, but I love you too, which is why I have to fight.' said Jane and with nothing else to say, she left.

Glim wanted to rush out and tell Jane that he was not a baby and he could fight, but his feelings would immediately shut him down, remembering what happened between him and that drapion. The little glaceon was terrified, even with Oswald's words 'then take your time until you know' echoing in his head. For Glim his time was running out, the revolution almost killed him several times and he was still unprepared to take a stand. He looked over at Ben and wondered what he would think in his situation.

The glaceon quickly drank the rest of his tea, leaving the teacup on its saucer and left his seat, to see Ben spinning in circles, whilst holding the cleffa in the air, pretending that he was an aeroplane. He eventually put down the giggling cleffa, getting a little dizzy. The pichu and bonsly ran up wanting a turn, while the raichu mother picked up the happy cleffa. The garbodor rolled onto his back, pretending to be exhausted, while the pichu and bonsly were still cheering for a turn.

'Ugh, and Trashy Airlines has just been trashed.' said Ben, whose face was met by Glim's, looking over him.

'Hey Ben, Jane's leaving.'

'Really?' he replied, gently rolling into a sit up position.

'She said she'll be getting to her room and then head for Iris.'

'Ah yeah, she wants to find the Crimson leader and end the revolution. Not that I blame her.'

'So she spoke to you?'

'For hours.'

'And you're not going with her?' asked Glim, circling the garbodor to meet his eyes. Ben did seemed concerned, but like the glaceon, he was also unsure.

'I'm still thinking about it.'

'Me too, actually.'

'Jane has lost a lot to the revolution, including her husband. So I understand why she wants to fight, but I'm no fighter Glim. I just care for my friends. Which includes you.' said Ben stroking Glim's freezing cold face with his makeshift hand, perhaps made of soft toys. Though Glim liked Ben's affection for him, he lowered Ben's arm with his paw.

'If the revolution keeps going, eventually we will all die. It has to end, Ben. You wouldn't like to find my body, knowing you could have helped would you? Trust me, I know how that feels.'

Ben paused, staring at the innocent glaceon before him and then looking at the children playing with the raichu. He suddenly felt a fire within his unusual body morphed from rubbish.

'Aren't you going with Jane?'

'Well ye-' stuttered the glaceon, still unsure if he really wanted to go. The garbodor, recognised Glim's hesitation.

'You want to help, don't you? But, your experiences has made you a little nervous.' said Ben, holding Glim by his cheek again, who could not help but nod and shed a tear.

'I just don't want to lose you or Jane. I have no friends, no home.'

'Then let's go find Jane. Together we are family, even if the revolution takes us.' said Ben proudly.

The garbodor stumbled out of the living room, while Glim paused a moment, noticing that the mother raichu wanted his attention. She came up to the little glaceon and hugged him, like she already knew what he was setting out for.

'Glim. Take care of yourself sweetheart, okay?'

Outside the refugee cottage, Jane headed northwest toward to Route 8 that would lead to Iris Town. The flowers were still in bloom, despite the cold weather, which appears to have snowed at some point, judging by the ice on the grass and hedges.

'Jane!' called Ben from the door that Jane had left from.

The infernape stopped, but did not look back, while Glim rushed over to her, with the garbodor slightly behind him, having to close the door first. Jane recognised the sound of four little legs and realised Glim was also joining her, which made confusion take over her expression as she glanced back. The little glaceon stopped when his eyes met hers.

'What're you doing?' she demanded.

'We're- we're coming with you.'

'No Glim! Not you too.' said Jane, while Ben had caught up to them.

'We're coming with you Jane.' argued Ben.

'Not him, he's just a kid!'

'That didn't stop Sejun the Pachirisu and Glim's not a kid anymore, Jane.'

'That's not the point, he can't fight and we can't baby him anymore.'

'Baby him?'

'I'm not a baby!' interrupted Glim. 'You said yourself Jane, we're all in the revolution, whether we pick a side or not! And if I can't fight with you guys now, I will never defend myself.'

'Listen, Glim. Losing Oswald was enough.'

The garbodor interjected, 'You think he doesn't know that? You weren't the one carrying him as he died, do you think that was any easier for Glim?'

The three stood silent for a moment.

'Jane.' spoke Glim, looking down. 'I know you care for me, but we care for you too and if this doesn't end, we will all die eventually. Crio is at no peace and leaving the region isn't possible right now.'

Glim had earned Jane's gaze, who still seemed very angry.

'Fine.' she said, turning and continued for the exit out of Jasmine.

Glim looked up at the garbodor who responded with his casual smile and winked at the glaceon before following the infernape. Before they left, Glim took one look back at the village of Jasmine. It really was a flower paradise as Oswald said. So many white flowers festered around the cottages and the road where they stood in spite of the cold weather. Only miles away was Mount Scad, towering up into the gloomy clouds, as if the mountain was only outside the village.

Had it not been for the drapion killing Oswald, Glim may have made that place his home. Jane and Oswald would still have each other. Ben would of happily volunteered to be a foster father for the village. The glaceon meanwhile, would probably still have had his choice. He may still had been an innocent eevee. But all that was lost now.

The journey to Iris was best taken through Route 8, one of the smallest routes in Crio, being fifteen miles. If anything, it was just a long downhill stroll to the sea bound town. The route was quiet being so far away from Crio's capital of Haine, where the revolution was at its most violent, however the town Glim was heading to was claimed by the Crimson.

'Speaking of that Jane. If the war is at its worst in Haine, why would the Crimson Revolution leader be all the way out here?' asked Ben.

'Why do you think? Fights start in a city, but when it's a full on war, it always comes from outside the battlefield.'

'I heard the Crimson are actually retaliating for being blamed for the human genocide.'

'Tauroshit. Dark species get so much sympathy in defence, when ninety nine percent of the time, they're lying!'

'Well, then I hope that one percent doesn't happen to be the case.'

Emerging from the hilly plains, Jane, Glim and Ben arrived on the outskirts of Iris, the becalming harbour town. True to its sign information, Iris was a long ray of houses and buildings clinging onto its edge with the land. Across the sea appeared to be an island, far bigger than the town, which also had a barely visible town on its south side.

'Is that Lilac Island?' asked Glim.

'Yeah,' replied Ben. 'Nicknamed the "Flower Haven." Which is where Jane's theory should lead us.'

'Huh?'

'Oh we spoke earlier about it.'

'It was just a theory.' interjected Jane. 'But I was thinking the leader could be on Lilac, since there is no CR territory further from the capital than the island.'

'It's a long shot.'

'It's a long shot, but that's why we're stopping here for tonight. I want you two to try and blend in, while I dig info about Lilac.' ordered Jane in a calm but serious manner, walking ahead.

'No problem.' said Ben, gesturing the glaceon beside him to follow.

The Infernape had disappeared travelling down the coastal side of Iris, while Ben and Glim remained on the hilly side, overlooking Iris. On the edge of the town, nearby where the three had entered was a gigantic stone building. It was what was known as a Coronet, a religious building where pokémon worship a god, whom was also spoken to be named Arceus. Outside the building, the glaceon and garbodor found their paths blocked by a xatu, who appeared out of nowhere. Glim and Ben jumped back in surprise, but the xatu stood motionless and seemed unthreatening. Ben tried to humour him, but was ignored. Instead, the xatu slowly turned his head, making eye contact with Glim, who suddenly became a little nervous.

'Your name is Glim, is it not?' asked the creepy xatu and Glim responded with a nod.

'How do you know his name?' asked Ben.

'I have appeared before you, because God has shown me warnings for you.'

'Warnings?' said Glim.

'Many dangers follow you Glim, some will guide you. Some will try to destroy you. It seems, I am also one you must face in time.' said the xatu, whose last statement put Glim on a little more edge, Ben however seemed confused.

'Whoa wait, you're not threatening him are you?'

'Never. I am only giving my warnings, for I can see God's fury and atrocities that defile his work.'

'Okay, but, who are you?' asked Ben.

'You will forget my name, but dear glaceon, you can call me Father Charles. This is not goodbye. God has foretold that we shall meet again.' he said, disappearing at an instant.

'What was that about?' said Glim.

'It's complicated Glim. But basically, xatu often believe their future visions to be given by Arceus or who they call "God". For that reason, they do end up speaking rather creepy like that.' Ben chuckled as he resumed his walk, while Glim was still contemplating.

'Will it happen?'

'Sorry?' replied Ben, turning to face Glim.

'I said will it happen? Those warnings he was talking about.'

'Well, I don't know Glim. I have never really met many psychic types, let alone xatu. But I wouldn't worry about it, at least not right now. Now come on, we've got a refuge to find.'

Ben marched off, while Glim took one look back at the Coronet.

'Okay.' said the little glaceon, who then ran to catch up with Ben.

Within an hour, the glaceon and garbodor found a public lodging on the hillside of Iris. Glim could see that the town was simply one long circle, stretching around the coast. With the main harbour positioned in the centre, the town somewhat resembled a backward E. Ben suggested that if Jane was taking a stroll around the town, she would eventually get to where they were, in the park outside the lodge. Sure enough, after a long wait, Jane simply appeared, stumbling up the grassy slope. The infernape however seemed annoyed, like she got challenged to a fight.

'Ben, it's Jane.' said Glim, getting the garbodor's attention.

Glim leaped off the bench and skipped over to Jane, who made him feel a little concerned judging by her expression.

'Is everything alright Jane?' asked Ben.

'I'm not sure. We are definitely in some rebel territory, but the town is not as demolished as Haine or Gerbera even.'

'Maybe the Republic don't care about this town? It is the most distant town from Haine.' Suggested Ben, catching up to his friends.

'Might be, but what I do know is that we are in full on independenceville. There was rebel and uprising propaganda everywhere. Everyone here is either super pissed with the Republic or trying to survive in groups, like us.'

The garbodor chuckled, 'You think it's safe?'

'No, but I think a place like this would be quick to unveil truths if we blend in and speak to the right idiots.'

'And how do you suppose we do that?'

'Did you two find a refuge?'

'Didn't need to, look.' answered Ben, while he and Glim turned to point at the lodging behind them.

'A hotel? Alright, fine, let's go and I'll explain.'

Jane explained to her friends that there was a nightclub, named the 'Lopunny Cove,' the biggest nightclub in Iris. On the outside, the walls were completely masked in graffiti, except for the signature sign above the many doors into the club, which presented a female lopunny in a bikini, laying on her back, winking with a seductive expression. It seemed a lot of pokémon, both male and female would go there nightly, excluding Sundays. Jane's plan was for little Glim to enter and scour information about the Crimson Revolution, but under cover so neither he nor Jane or Ben would be recognised.

'Wait a minute, what!' complained Glim.

'Glim.' Replied Jane. 'We're trying to end the revolution remember? It must be you as you are the least threatening and least likely to be recognised.'

'It's- it's not the club I'm worried about, why do I have to dress up like a girl?'

'Think about it Glim, you're probably not the one who's going to kill this leader. So if they hear of someone asking about the Crimson's leadership and whereabouts, there will be less danger for us, because you're not the one after him-her.'

'Yeah, come on Glim, you have that advantage for being a cute little glaceon.' added Ben.

'Shut up!' squeaked Glim, stomping his little paws.

'Glim, we can't risk becoming targets for the CR.' continued Jane. 'If I or Ben go in questioning about the Crimson, we'll look suspicious and it might cause them to act. Whereas you're innocent and less intimidating. And believe me, cute girls get away with asking dangerous crap.'

'But I'm not a-' stuttered the glaceon, feeling complicated and starting to blush.

'Ben, I want you to stay here and if you can, look up any info about Lilac Island. Glim, I want you to come with me.' she said, standing up and moving to leave the dormitory.

'Wait, are we going already?'

'No, I went past a shop earlier that I think can help you.'

About a quarter of a mile from the hotel, on a street behind the town centre, the infernape and glaceon stopped by a store named 'Bows and Ribbons, fancy dress textiles.'

'Here, ask them for something gothitellish.' said Jane, just standing metres away from the door, while Glim approached. 'Most of CR members are of dark types, who usually wear black old fashioned clothing, if they wear clothes at all.'

'Aren't you coming?'

'This is your first test Glim. If I am to trust you in that nightclub, you will need to be able to handle a freakin shop by yourself.'

'If I come out with a sore ass, I'm blaming you. Money?' asked Glim, stopping just before the door.

'Yeah hold on.' replied the infernape, who approached the glaceon and slid fifty pounds in notes, into Glim's elastic belt.

'There, you're looking like a prostitute already.'

'Shut up!' said Glim, as Jane patted his bottom.

The coy outcast glaceon went from a wet, junky harbour town and into a shop that was suddenly a cute, sugar coated world full of happy pictures, ribbon decoration and pretty dresses.

Honestly, the glaceon had no idea what he was doing, he had already forgotten what Jane told him to find. All the dresses that were hung up or on racks only seemed pretty to him. Not sure what his size was or what he would suit him, he had never done anything like that. Thinking about it, he had never been to a store so girly before either, not with the childhood he had.

The store appeared longer on the inside too, Glim had to walk down the stretch to confront the clerks, who appeared to be a group of six girls. A bellossom and a pikachu, who were tidying the payment desk. A gothorita, who at the time was leaving the dressing room and spotted Glim. The last three girls who were chatting near the desk were a teddiursa, a clefairy and a kirlia that had blue hair and orange horns. The kirlia was named Karli and she was a rarer colour of her species.

The gothorita stopped, wondering if the glaceon was going to make an enquiry, who actually had pokémon at his eye level for once. Glim stopped, very nervously, near the kirlia, teddiursa and clefairy, failing to gain attention. The gothorita then gestured to the three girls about his presence, all of which then looked towards him.

'You alright there?' asked the gothorita.

Even the pikachu and bellossom were then staring at the quiet, timid glaceon, whose ears lowered from the sudden attention. He tried to say his name, but messed up and then tried to explain why he was there, but only spoke about how he ended up in Iris. The girls were still blankly staring at him, which made him duck down incredibly flustered.

'Uh- I-I'm sorry, what am I doing!' muttered Glim very quickly, while the bellossom, pikachu and clefairy all whispered 'aw' to each other, while Karli smiled and approached the glaceon. She knelt down before him, placing her hands on his paws to reassure Glim.

'It's okay sweetie. You're Glim, right?' asked Karli, which made Gim's ear spring upward in surprise.

'What, how did you know that?' he asked, while the shiny kirlia looked up at something near behind the glaceon.

'Wow, you weren't kidding.'

Glim stood back up and turned left, which revealed there to be a rather tall female garchomp. The sight of her being so close made Glim jump, making the garchomp chuckle. Glim wondered how he did not notice her standing there, she was huge.

'Wh- where did you come from? That's the second time someone's simply appeared, knowing my name!' squeaked the glaceon.

'So cute isn't he?' said the garchomp, gesturing at Glim, becoming even more flustered.

'So what are you here for?' asked Karli, looking at both Glim and the garchomp. 'Do you two know each other?'

'I can't say, I'm afraid. I'm only here to help the little glaceon, otherwise he'll be stuck in here for precious hours.' said the garchomp, shaking her head.

'Help?' asked Glim.

'You see, our little glaceon friend needs to get into the Lopunny Cove nightclub tonight. So he is looking for some gothic 'formal' wear.' she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, all of which was putting Glim more on edge.

Did the garchomp know their plan? Karli looked around her at the clothes on hangers, concerned and with her teeth clenched.

'Sorry, but we don't really have much boy clothes.' said Karli, while most of the girls shook their heads, but that statement made the garchomp giggle.

Hearing such an intimidating land shark pokémon have a girly giggle made Glim freeze where he stood, anticipating what the garchomp might say next.

'Oh he knows. It's not boy clothes he's come for.'

Suddenly, the girls were all staring at Glim, while his cheeks started burning and his tail fidgeted. He kind of hated the garchomp, forgetting that he was not able to speak to the girls in the first place. Five of the girls were about to gasp, when Karli boldly stood before them, immediately silencing them.

'One moment please.'

Very suddenly, all six girls formed a group hug, looking very serious.

'Let's take this seriously, girls.' said Karli. 'He wants to get into a nightclub that is pretty mature. And clearly he's trying to hide his identity which is why he came here.'

'But come on, how often do we get to dress up a boy?' asked the teddiursa merrily.

'I dress up my boyfriend all the time.' replied the pikachu.

'Bellossom don't count.'

'But wait,' interjected the gothorita. 'Why is he trying to conceal his identity? I mean, the Lopunny Cove has some pretty horrible individuals floating around it at night. What if we're helping a spy here?'

'That's a good question actually.' said Karli, nodding and then breaking the group hug. All six girls then turned to face Glim, who was seeming more confident than before. 'Can you tell us why you want to get into that nightclub, Glim? That is a pretty dangerous place in these times.'

'We know, but we're not here to cause trouble. A friend of mine wants to know Lilac Island.'

Karli quickly shot a confused look at the garchomp before looking back at Glim. 'You know the tourist information centre is still there right?'

'U-um…'

The garchomp interjected, a little flustered herself. 'It is quite a complicated… personal matter, and would probably be best if you didn't know girls. This is a strip club he's trying to get into.'

The shiny kirlia chuckled. 'Oh what? We're not mature enough?'

'Just sparing you from the ugly side of it, and he is trying to as well.'

The giant shark dragon looked down at the innocent glaceon with a smile, while Glim nodded, secretly grateful for her support. It would have been awkward if the girls were part of the Crimson Revolution, while Glim's friend was making him scout for the leader's whereabouts to kill him.

'No problem Glim, we'll find some dresses that will best suit you for tonight.' said Karli, allowing the girls behind her to cheer.

The pikachu and bellossom went back to tidying the desk, while the teddiursa and clefairy went to set up the dressing room. The garchomp meanwhile winked at Glim and turned to leave.

'Have fun.'

'Wait, wait!' cried Glim. 'How do you know my name?'

Just when the garchomp opened the door. She paused in place, while the girls started making a lot of noise.

'That will come clear to you over time, Glim.'

'Okay.' replied Glim, confused.

'Oh and Glim.' she said, looking back at the glaceon, like she would never see him again. 'We're sorry.'

The garchomp then left the store, leaving Glim to feel somewhat lonely.

'For what?' he whispered.

A long time later, Glim had tried on multiple dresses, looking for one that enhanced his femininity in a gothic feel. He may not have had so much experience in it, but the girls made for great judges to him. Karli, the pikachu and the teddiursa would squeal in excitement, having dressed up the glaceon in a frilly maid outfit, added with hind leg stockings and a headdress for his icy crown, matching what he was wearing. The skirt was curved downward, so four legged pokémon would not have their bottoms showing, which would also have compromised Glim's disguise. The glaceon stood flustered again, like a frightened deerling.

'How do you feel Glim?' asked the pikachu.

'For this one? I feel like I want to throw up, eat it and then throw up again.' he replied.

'Oh Glim, you look adorable. In fact you have that advantage of looking so feminine for being a glaceon.' said Karli blushing.

'Yeah well, it wasn't why I evolved into one.'

'Really? Why was it?'

'It doesn't matter, I think this'll do, won't it?'

'Absolutely!' said the kirlia, pikachu and teddiursa all together.

Glim proceeded to pay for the outfit, which was only twenty quid, despite the complication and amount of décor to the dress. To save time for tonight, he decided to keep it on as he had no idea how the girls got him in it. Before the glaceon had left, Karli stopped by the door and hugged him.

'Glim, good luck.' she whispered rather emotionally, like she was also saying goodbye.

Glim could only thank her.

Later that night, Iris had darkened for the rest of many daytime pokémon, except for the many restaurants, pubs and nightclubs that were neighbouring each other on the sea front. With the old time lights and calm sea, Iris' waterfront appeared to be a rather romantic town to have a date. However, Glim and Jane had a mission. They had stopped nearby the Lopunny Cove, which was by far the noisiest club, beaming with lights everywhere and with multiple pokémon standing around outside. Glim had not seen it before and was awestruck.

'Relax Glim.' said Jane. 'You look just fine. But remember, listen out for rumours and ask people about the CR and the leader, okay? Don't just mention the leader on its own, that'll give you away. Make jokes, insult the Republic, you know? Don't look like an outsider.'

'You're not the little boy in a pervy maid dress right now, why aren't you doing this?'

'Again, because-'

'Alright, alright!' interrupted Glim, having to raise his voice against the loud music. The song that was playing was 'what does the delphox say.'

Jane said to Glim that she would continue to scout Iris for any other suspicious rumours or information on Lilac Island. Apparently Lilac was off limits and public access to the island was prohibited. For that night, the infernape was going to keep digging on the outside, while the glaceon in drag was to get an inside look into the CR.

Just outside the Lopunny Cove, Glim encountered two bouncers, one hariyama and an electivire, both were as big as the garchomp earlier. The glaceon feeling tiny once again, nervously crept closer to the entrance, before being stopped by the electivire.

'Sorry love, but do you have any ID?' calmly asked the enormous electivire, blocking Glim's path.

'ID? Did- did I need any?'

'It would just be nice to know your age.'

'I'm twenty.'

'Sorry, but you'll have to prove that, I'm afraid.' said the electivire, shaking his head, who was then interrupted by a sly sneasel, stroking Glim's bottom.

'It's alright, she's with me.' he said, standing in a cool manner.

'Another date, Angel?' asked the electivire, annoyed.

'Hey, it'll be your turn eventually, if you really want me?'

'Shut up smartass. Okay go ahead.'

Angel who kept his claw upon Glim's bottom walked ahead, unknowing that the glaceon was not a girl. Just before the sneasel got through the doors however, his arm was swiftly caught by the electivire's enormous hand, which was almost bigger than Angel's whole arm. The bouncer leaned forward, bringing his face very closely to Angel's, who was still keeping a calm and pleasant face.

'This better not be another prank, Angel.' demanded the electivire.

'It's not.' said the sneasel, while Glim had only just noticed that Angel got snatched by the bouncer.

Inside, Glim got an immediate shot of the entire club. It was one big room, glowing blue and purple, with three bars on the floor below him, which was accessible by the fancy stairs just in front of him. Being at the top of the stairs, the little glaceon could see two catwalks, one for both sides. It seemed that all pokémon sexual desires were taken into account, as the catwalks hosted pole dancers, but with each corner being very different to the others. On the left catwalk, appeared to be the female dancers, with a signature lopunny at the south end, having a whale of a time, while the north end featured a lucario, giving all her viewers dirty looks, claiming that they cannot have her. On the right side, was the catwalk with male pole dancers, much like the one opposite it, the pole dancers were extremes of either masculinity or femininity. The south end featured a machoke, not dancing much, but instead flexing his muscles, meanwhile the north end featured a gardevoir, holding onto the pole in a shy manner, showing off his femininity and making women scream all around him. Glim suddenly became convinced he would blend in, but as soon as he proceeded down the stairs, he noticed that Angel had disappeared.

The glaceon joined the lower floor, which was packed, possibly hundreds of pokémon gazing at the dancers, which put Glim at ease, not being looked at. He figured he would find some place to sit, nearby some chatty pokémon who would seem nice enough to talk to. Trying to keep to his remarkable feminine illusion, he went over to the right side, where there appeared to be far more girls, mostly due to the pole dancers. The catwalk was lit up blue, to resemble the gender of its dancers, while the opposite catwalk was a reddish pink. Glim sat next to the bar, which gave him the view of both dancers. The machoke was breaking stuff in his big fists that the spectators were giving him, while the gardevoir was calmly swinging round the pole, flicking his long green hair. The glaceon could only feel sorry for the dancers, thinking that the attention would be unbearable.

'Oh my god, I would destroy the Day Care with him.' said a malamar, gesturing at the machoke to her friend, a gengar, who both burst laughing at the joke.

Glim was just a space away from them and listened for the right moment for him to intervene. The gengar crossed her legs, leaning against the bar and pointed at the machoke.

'With a man like that, you'd never get your dishes done, why? You never do them either. You'd be better with prince charming over there.' she said, nodding at the gardevoir.

'Yeah, right. With him, I'd have no money to even have dishes!' chuckled the malamar.

Glim actually stared at the gardevoir, losing his focus. He could not help feeling familiar to the gardevoir, who reminded him of himself. Not because they were both in dresses, but because the gardevoir was so pretty and shy, yet all the women and few guys were loving him. At one point he made eye contact with the gardevoir, causing Glim to look away, afraid for some reason. He did not notice that the bartender, a dusknoir was at the desk when he turned round.

'Were you waiting sweetheart?' he asked, with a frighteningly low voice.

'N-no, I was just- nevermind!'

'That's okay.' said the giant ghost pokémon.

Glim looked to his right and noticed that the gengar and malamar were leaving.

'Crap!'

Glim paused, looking left to right. He was a little nervous to move. The nightclub had a lot of dark spots, where shady men of many species were arguing or laughing with their eyes silhouetted. He was intimidated, but the glaceon breathed in and decided to stroll all around the Lopunny Cove, to hear of anything relating to the Crimson.

On the other side, where mostly male pokémon gawk at the female dancers, a scrafty stood with his back to the bar, next to a houndoom who was finishing his drink. The houndoom was Shadow, despite his very mean appearance, he is actually rather shy and sweet. The scrafty, Boris, was rather like Angel, very laid back and appreciative. Boris was nodding at the lucario, who was stretching her leg, followed by leaning back and flexing her own muscles angrily.

'Damn, she hates everyone here.' said Boris, grinning.

'Who, the lucario?'

'Yeah.'

Shadow turned round and sat more comfortably. He did not really eye any of the dancers and would only observe them with his own opinion.

'You know, she's just there because some guys or chicks like that kind of girl. Doesn't mean she is going to like it.'

Boris went on talking about how some guys like girls with an attitude, when Shadow was distracted by something. He went wide eyed and slipped off his seat, swiftly catching himself on all fours. The scrafty noticed Shadow's erratic movement and just paused. The houndoom appeared to be relaxing his eyes, nose pointing upward slightly as he was taking deep inhales. Something was calling him.

'Dude, you alright?' asked Boris, approaching the hypnotised hound, who began twitching.

'I don't know. Something's just- I can smell something really, really good. What the hell is it?'

The scrafty then smiled widely, grabbing his bloodthirsty best friend by the head.

'Shadow, that might be your mate, man!'

'You think?'

'Dude, I don't, I'm not a houndoom! But when dogs pick up a scent like that, they go to her. This could be the one you've been waiting for. Go find her.' said Boris, giving Shadow a light push forward.

The houndoom looked back with a sarcastic look as he walked away.

'If it's just spiced meat, I'm torching your ass.' said the houndoom, making Boris laugh.

He did not know it well, but houndoom, like many species of his kind, actually find their biggest crush on certain pokémon with a specific scent or pheromone. For once in his life, Shadow as far as he knew may have finally found someone he could love. Ask any houndoom or furfrou about the mysterious scent and they will usually say the same thing, that it they could not explain it and they just wanted more of it. Like a ray of light that shows what one wants the most and when they are led to the very pokémon their favourable scent has drawn them to, they always become so powerless to control their infatuation. The houndoom followed the scent, liking every second of it, but also getting more nervous about what he will encounter.

'I'm not entirely sure this is a "her."'

After about twenty minutes of aimless wandering, Glim ended up needing to use the girl's room and due to his very feminine appearance and voice, no one questioned him upon entry. As expected the room was also packed with female pokémon gossiping, putting on makeup or just waiting for friends to finish. On his way out, Glim noticed that there were two cinccino kissing behind the door.

Eventually, the little glaceon arrived back to the same bar he set off from, having collected what he could hear. If he was honest, Glim barely heard any rumours regarding the Crimson Revolution's leader, however the subject for a lot of the creepy men at their booths was about the Crio revolution itself. A rhydon was talking about Lilac Island and how it was closed off by the revolutionaries, whilst he was complaining about not getting off Crio. Passing a booth of chatty sunflora and lilligant, they were in midst of talking about evacuating before Iris gets Dragon Raided when the glaceon had passed them. However, when he was in the girl's room, a mandibuzz was talking to someone in a neighbouring cubical about how her brother was abducted to Lilac Island, who then complained that he never returned. At the time, Glim was bursting to go, but he waited for the mandibuzz and nidoqueen to finish and come out so he could ask them about the island. It was the nidoqueen who finished first.

'When's the last time you've seen him?' she asked, leaving the cubical.

'Over a week now, darlin…' replied the mandibuzz. 'I don't know if he's even alive.'

'E-excuse me?' spoke Glim, trying to get the nidoqueen's attention.

'Don't beat yourself up about it love, he might still be over there.' the nidoqueen continued, noticing the little glaceon staring up at her. 'Yes sweetheart?'

Glim glanced at the closed cubical door, in case the mandibuzz was going to reply once more, but she did not.

'I just- I just wanted to know about that island, Lilac?'

'What about it?' she asked, looking a little saddened.

Nidoqueen's darkened eyes, and lazy posture on the cubicals showed she was clearly a little drunk. Her expression gave the glaceon the idea that she had already heard a lot of sad stories about Lilac too.

'Um… is it where, no- is it owned by the Crimson right now? Is it important?'

'Probably, it's been restricted for months now. We don't hear much from the Crimson or Republic since, y'know, Iris is a pretty boring town.'

A low down toilet flushed as the mandibuzz swiftly left, making the little glaceon sidestep out of her way.

'Lilac island is where the Crimson's most powerful member resides.' interjected the mandibuzz. 'So powerful, the Republic are actually scared to raid it. And actually, I don't blame'em, because they've been abducting people for weeks now. God knows what.'

'W-what is this member? Who is he-she?'

'He's a roserade.' answered the nidoqueen. 'My husband sent me a letter about him.' she then shook her head. 'Absolutely insane, but also blind in power.'

Glim wondered if he should have been scared, or wet himself on the spot as he was dying to go at the time. However that conversation gave him the most info he has heard so far, though it confused him. From what Glim could make out, Lilac Island was controlled by the Crimson Revolution, whom have it restricted, likely due to war reasons, keeping themselves protected, thus stopping all public ferry access. Judging by the mention of a certain roserade, it seemed Lilac Island housed an admin or even the leader itself, which might be the roserade the nidoqueen was referring to. Something was not adding up in Glim's head however, if Lilac was the home to the Revolution leader, how have the Republic authorities not bombed it yet? The glaceon sat rubbing the back of his head, since he could not actually touch his forehead with his crown of ice.

'Excuse me.' said a dark voice just behind Glim, making him jump and glance at the voice.

Just behind the cowering glaceon stood Shadow, the houndoom who had a rather curious look to him. Because Glim was on a seat at the time, he was right on eye level with the houndoom, which caused the glaceon's big, very pretty eyes to send Shadow into a deep spell of paralysis. Both Glim and Shadow were awestruck, afraid to say anything. Little Glim's fearful appearance captivated the houndoom tremendously, but Shadow became a little concerned for him.

'Are you alright?' asked Shadow, expressing care and concern.

Glim had perhaps never seen a houndoom before, but was spoken about how eerie their appearance and howls can be. The one before him, who was clearly taller had a tense feel about him, but seemed very calm and had an enticing echo to his voice that sent a somewhat grabbing sensation down Glim's back. Inside, the glaceon sickened, knowing already that the houndoom was going to hit on him.

'Uh huh.' mumbled Glim, nodding and looking away.

'It's alright sweetheart, I didn't mean to scare you.' said Shadow, drawing a little closer, letting the glaceon settle down a more comfortably.

It seemed that the houndoom was unaware that Glim was not a girl, which made the glaceon unsure whether he should feel nervous to maintaining his secret, or because of what the houndoom may ask of him.

'No no, I'm fine.' stuttered Glim. 'I was just- I mean, I've never seen a houndoom before.'

'Don't worry, most people have the same reaction. It's kind of depressing if I'm honest.' said Shadow, ending his last statement in a mumble, which Glim did not hear.

'Could I get your name love?' asked the houndoom, lightening his voice a little more.

He then noticed that he might have unnerved the little glaceon again. Shadow quickly shook his head, apologising, regretting asking for his name. Glim however was more stunned about what his named should have been, he had completely forgotten the substitute name that Jane gave him.

'No that's okay, it's- it's Glacia.'

'Glacia?'

'Y-yeah.'

The houndoom smiled. His eyes appeared to relax, adding a charm to it that only the glaceon could see. Glim did not know what to do, he knew that the houndoom really liked him, even though he was not a girl. Did he take his femininity too far? How could he unveil the truth to the beast who appeared hiding his starvation for him?

'My name is Shadow.' stammered the houndoom. 'I just wanted to say, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.'

'Glacia' giggle nervously, fluttering his dress using his tail. Inside however he was a little angry.

'Yeah, that's probably because of my outfit. It was a dumbass idea!'

'Maybe so,' Shadow chuckled. 'But I think you look damn cute in that.' he winked, which made Glim smile.

Something else was odd for Glim, having only recently become a glaceon. He had never been hit on before or spoken to affectionately. Not to the extent of being able to tell if the speaker was clearly in smitten with him. Something about Shadow was grabbing him about that, making his forelegs somewhat pulling toward the houndoom.

The glaceon's ears then sprang up as he glanced at the clock above the dusknoir bartender. It was almost midnight, the time Jane asked for Glim to leave if he had found info. His work was done, he had found possibilities about the Revolution's leader, likely facts about Lilac Island, which was at least a step forward in finding the identity of the leader. Glim was keen to leave, he had not enjoyed walking in fear or embarrassment due to his disguise. Then there was the trouble of leaving, telling Shadow who was clearly blinded by love.

'Is something wrong?' asked Shadow.

'Y-yeah. I'm sorry, but I have to leave.'

'Oh… okay. Do you need someone to walk you home?' Asked the houndoom, trying to remain sensitive as 'Glacia' paused depressively.

Glim shook his head answering the last statement. Shadow returned an empathetic look.

'I don't have a home.' said 'Glacia.'

'You're not alone there. But, if you ever needed- um. You can find me at the Coronet, it's where I'm living for now.'

'At the Coronet?'

'Yes.'

'Sure thing. I-I have to go.' said Glim, slowly leaving his seat and gradually sneaking way.

Shadow chose not to follow, unwilling to creep out the glaceon any further. He felt like a jerk for scaring 'Glacia.'

'Take care, sweetheart.' he replied, secretly saddened.

Glim casually made his way back up the stairs to leave through the front doors. Strangely, the bouncers were not there, which saved the little glaceon from unveiling the truth that he was not with Angel at all. That sneasel had disappeared too, he was nowhere to be seen in the nightclub or outside. It was not a concern for Glim, he was more interested about where he was supposed to meet Jane again, except she did not tell him where to find her.

When the glaceon stepped outside, he only moved up to the old harbour fence, giving a view of the water under complete blackness. As he looked out for Jane, Glim could hear something following him. Very quickly he turned round, to see a young machop running and screaming towards Glim, who elegantly sidestepped and kicked the kid over, sending him rolling across the floor and groaning as loud as he could. The glaceon then noticed two pawniard and a sudowoodo also approaching.

'What an idiot.' grunted a pawniard, drawing closer.

The sudowoodo, leaped to his side, attempting to surround Glim.

'Hey, gimme your purse! Or we'll cut you up and eat you!' demanded the other pawniard, trying to scare Glim.

'I don't have a purse!' the glaceon shouted, trying to hide his fear.

'Prove it.'

'What?' squeaked Glim in confusion, while the sudowoodo chuckled excitedly.

The glaceon noticed the approach and violently blew freezing wind at the sudowoodo and pawniard nearby him, causing them to fall on their backs and slip on the floor that developed icy patches. With his attention drawn away, the pawniard who made demands quickly leaped onto Glim, tackling him to the floor, while he fired Icy Wind again, trying to get the pawniard off, while the other was struggling to get up. The sudowoodo was having less difficulty getting up and giggled like a clown, while the pawniard tried to cut Glim. Being much bigger than him, the glaceon was able to hold back the pawniard boy and push him off, making him almost fall into the freezing harbour water. Desperate to move, Glim bolted into the sudowoodo before he could attack him. The tree pokémon ended up tripping and catching himself on the fence and laughing more.

By that time, the machop stopped whining and got back up, pulling angry childish faces at Glim and blocking his path. The two pawniard had gotten up and were to Glim's left with the sudowoodo closely behind. Hastily the machop tried to grab the pretty glaceon, who quickly leaped over the nearby pawniard, while his brother jumped up raising his blade hand and managed to cut Glim on his side, leaving a deep papercut. The attack made the glaceon shriek and crash to the floor, still away from the four boys.

With all of them in sight, Glim used Icy Wind again, breathing out a deep white cloud that had completely hidden them. He could not see them, but could clearly hear the machop and pawniard yelling. Suddenly, the sudowoodo burst from the cloud and punched Glim square in his face, sending him a few metres back and instantly dissipating the cloud. The glaceon's face was covered in blood as he held onto his nose, holding in his cries of pain.

'Owned!' chanted the sudowoodo.

Just when the four roughs approached the glaceon any further, an enormous river of fire boomed between them and Glim, somehow setting the metal fence on fire.

'Get, away from her!' screamed an insane voice, whose was revealed to be Shadow as he leaped from the nightclub doors, landing in front of Glim as he laid helpless.

Shadow was furious, the pupils on his eyes were gone, his teeth were glowing red from his body heating up so violently. Immediately, the pawniard brothers and machop turned and began running away. Frustrated even further, Shadow blazed a wall of fire, pushing the sudowoodo back and striking the three boys on their backs. Fire attacks did not hurt the sudowoodo much, as he quickly got up and ran towards Shadow, distracted with incinerating the fleeing bullies. Just when the rocky tree pokémon raised his arm to hammer Shadow, his arm was caught by a scrafty, who then brutally kicked the sudowoodo through Shadow's fire and landing him against the fence. Boris then slid under the wall of flame, used his momentum to leap and give the sudowoodo another kick into his face, catapulting him through the bars and into the freezing water.

'Get wrecked!' yelled Boris, striking an unusual street pose.

When the houndoom finally ceased his flames of fury, he then roared a grotesque noise, making himself sound like a starving beast on a hunt. Afterwards his eyes came back, showing desperation to help 'Glacia.' In a flash, Shadow was lying on the floor in front of the beautiful face he cared for.

'Glacia! Glacia, are you alright?' he demanded as softly as he could, placing his paw over the glaceon's back.

Glim unveiled his face which did not appear disfigured, but a lot of blood had clearly poured from his nose and mouth. Boris meanwhile looked out spotting the three boys running into a pitch black alleyway.

'Shadow, you watch over her, I'll take care those punks!'

'No problem and be careful!' called out Shadow as the scrafty already began his chase. Glim stopped breathing so deeply, regaining his senses and lightly brushed his nose with his paw. His snout was incredibly sensitive from the attack which also left him a little dizzy. 'Are you okay sweetheart? You're safe now. Does anything hurt?'

'I don't think so.' said the little glaceon getting back up. His dress was wet and dirty. 'I can't seem to feel my nose though.'

'That's because that bloody sudo punched you there. Hold on.' said Shadow, also standing up and holding 'Glacia's' face with his front paws. The houndoom placed the back of his paw against the glaceon's snout, he then looked around and noticed two girls witnessing what had happened. 'Excuse me, could you get some tissue?'

Rather quickly, the croconaw ran back into the nightclub, while her rapidash friend approached the houndoom and glaceon.

'Is she alright, what happened?' the fiery unicorn asked.

'Some thugs attacked her. Can you smile for me?' Shadow asked, checking to see if 'Glacia's' face and teeth were intact. It was difficult for Glim to smile then, but in one attempt, his face appeared to be in one piece. Shadow was not really a doctor, but he would have been anything for the glaceon before him. 'You'll be alright, it was just blood.'

The croconaw returned, her left claw full of tissue. Shadow brought his paw off Glim's snout for the crocodile girl to place the tissue over it.

'Can you hold it there?' she asked and Glim was quick to press the white paper that turned dark red onto his nose.

The glaceon stared at the houndoom. 'Thank you for saving me.' he stuttered, almost crying.

'Oh no, no, I would have done that for any of my friends.'

The croconaw gave Shadow a hard friendly pat on his back.

'Go on, you saved her, hero.' she winked, followed by her and the rapidash laughing.

Shadow gave a fake laugh, trying to agree with the two girls who then left, returning to the nightclub.

'How did you know I was being attacked?' asked Glim.

In one second, all of Shadow's confidence completely sunk, stopping him from giving 'Glacia' a straight answer. He did not want to confess that he had such a deep crush for the pretty glaceon, so deep that he knew out of raw instinct that his crush was under attack.

'H-how is your nose?' he asked and Glim was frequently dabbing it and using his paw to see if he was still bleeding.

'It still hurts. Is it still bleeding?'

The pretty glaceon looked up and the houndoom drew closer to watch Glim tiny nostrils leak nothing, though they were still ruby red. As Shadow drew away, shaking his head, he realised just how close he got to 'Glacia's' face with his own. It sent chills to think of what he wanted to do so badly.

'Um, how about I take you- I mean, escort you back to… wherever you're staying?' offered the houndoom, regretting every word in what he was to call his 'smoothest chat up line ever.'

'Glacia' nodded without saying anything. He was still dizzy and could not see Jane anywhere.

'T-then lead the way milady.'

The tall houndoom walked beside the glaceon down the waterfront. It all seemed a bit too romantic Shadow thought. All the old street lights beamed their relaxing amber glow, the sea was calm as ever yet still making its rippling noises. Glim meanwhile continued walking, trying to ignore it all. For a moment, he wondered if Shadow was intending to attack the glaceon too. That train of though quickly derailed when Glim felt his large, flat tail being wrapped round by a much longer, thinner ghoulish tail. It was how quadrupedal couples would hold each other whilst strolling. Most of the glaceon's tail was under his skirt too, so he felt a tad uncomfortable about it. He looked up at Shadow with a question in his eyes.

'I-I'm sorry, sorry.' stammered Shadow, shaking his head as his tailed quickly pulled out from its hold. 'I don't know what I was…'

Glim stayed quiet, having mixed feelings about the action. He felt uncomfortable, but it was not bothering him that much. In fact, he kind of liked it. He was unsure why.

After the tail contact, it only took ten minutes for the glaceon and houndoom to reach the hill, where they were both living at the time.

'Up here? You're staying very close to where I live.' said Shadow.

'Yeah, my friend and I found a hotel, which is where we're staying tonight.'

'I wish it wasn't so cloudy, so you could see how beautiful this place gets on a starry night and that ocean view. It is just hypnotic, like looking into the eyes of a crying milotic at a full moon.'

'Wow, that's a pretty metaphor.'

'Yeah. So what were you doing on your own, girl? That area gets very dangerous at night, as you know.'

'Well, I can't go into too much detail. But-'

'You don't have to, Glacia.'

Glim paused, looking up at the fearsome yet delicate houndoom. He felt odd, not knowing what to make of the feelings he was having. Could it be he really liked Shadow, or was just so grateful for being saved by him. All he could feel was a strange urge to satisfy Shadow, like saying thank you was not enough. The sweet houndoom meanwhile was noticing that little glaceon staring awkwardly at him. Those huge teal eyes, reflecting the moonlight and those fluttering eyelashes drastically weakened Shadow's hind legs.

'You okay, Glacia?'

'Nevermind, it's nothing.' said the glaceon, finally ignoring his feelings and turning toward the hotel. 'W-well, goodnight.'

Shadow nodded calmly and smiled.

'Goodnight Glacia.'

Glim walked, only one step closer to the lodging, when he felt something pulling within his legs. Shadow meanwhile turned round and began to leave also. The glaceon wanted to return to the hotel, but felt completely bound from making any steps forward. In all his strength, Glim fought through his tension to make two steps. He really did not want to leave the houndoom, who seemed so unhappy to him.

'Wait!' Glim cried out and quickly approached the houndoom who glanced round seconds after his call.

The little glaceon thought Shadow deserved a hug at least, but then his feelings took over as he shot up and softly merged his lips with Shadow's. Suddenly, a cold shock discharged all around the houndoom's body, making his long and thin tail erect as his body sunk down in both satisfaction and thrill. It only lasted for a second, but that was enough to paralyse the both of them of their thoughts.

While the houndoom was shaking and spellbound, Glim frowned, wondering if he should tell the houndoom that he was not a girl, but instead decided that he should go.

'I-I'm sorry.' he said, finally leaving Shadow, both feeling incredibly light.

The houndoom had nothing to say, he just watched 'Glacia' quickly skip away. He then smiled, so differently than the way he would normally smile.