I hope everyone had a good Christmas that was fun, light and enjoyable…because we're about to have a different kind of fun. I hope you all enjoy this final piece of the prologue.

The Road to War

Wind whipped around outside the Pokémon Center, sand billowing against the building's surface, forcing those who were outside to make their way inside. Even through the sandstorm, though, one could still see the remnants of Relic Castle, and its recently exposed entrances: a place of much research and discussion by the archeologists that had discovered the place. For Lionel, however, that place was wholly key, even if he couldn't get in just yet.

"Sir, it seems like the sandstorm should subside by tomorrow," a voice called to the leader of ARC and he turned to his group of four other agents. Each was bedecked in the same outfit as he: a duster and cloak to protect them from the raging sands. Had it been any other location, they would have looked wholly out of place with everyone that was gathered there. However, thanks to all of the tourists and other scientists that were gathered around being dressed in the same thing, they looked absolutely normal.

"Mm, good. We've been trying to get through for a while now," Lionel spoke, tearing his gaze away from the window and joining with his men. "How's our ETA looking, Derek? And drop the 'sir'."

"Yes, s…er…" Derek coughed a little, the man's Gengar giggling a little next to him. Lionel's eyes flitted over to the phones nearby, thinking about making a phone call before his subordinate could fully answer him. "Well, looking at the passages and the construction, I think it will take us about three or four days to reach the destination."

"Everything looks solid, too," called another of their search party. "No problems with cave-ins or anything of the like."

"Good, good…" Lionel mused out, rubbing at his chin for a moment and looking over the map his men had presented to him. This had been a long time coming, following up on a lot of rumors from a lot of sources. Their days of planning had not gone unnoticed by some in the Center, but most ignored them, too excited to visit the ruins. "Well, take a rest, everyone. We'll need it for a long trek."

"Of course! Victoria, lunch?" Derek asked, and their small squad of explorers broke up to do their own things. Lionel, for his part, approached the phone in the Center, glad to see that it was still in proper working order, despite the sandstorm. Swiftly, he punched in the numbers, and seconds later, two familiar and welcome faces answered with a smile.

"Lionel! How are you? What's with the outfit?"

"Surveying in the Relic Desert!" Lionel greeted Serena, his voice raising as the sandstorm picked up in intensity outside. Serena was just finishing off a pokepuff, one that didn't look very tasty by his estimations. Nevertheless, he felt it was good to see Ash and Serena again, the former waving at him. Seeing that, he chose to elaborate. "Haven't had much of a chance to call recently, but the League just gave orders to investigate a town elsewhere in the region, so I figured I'd call, since I'll be tied up with that sooner than later. Heard about the Champion Tournament, and your own little Showcase Spectacular. Impressive advertisement."

"Thank you," Serena spoke to the man. Lionel nodded, just as a rather strong sand gust battered the Center, causing the image of the married couple to waver. "We're glad you're doing well."

"All for the peace, ha ha," Lionel laughed out when there was a sharp ringing, coming from his waist. He looked down and grimaced. Aidan. Almost sighing to himself, Lionel looked at the married couple, paying particular attention to Serena, who didn't look like she was feeling all that well. It certainly seemed familiar to him, but deciding it wasn't his place, he spoke onwards without saying anything of note. "Whoops, guess I forgot to check in with Aidan. He's like a mother Combusken, always checking in on me. You two take care. Serena, you especially; you look pale. Get lots of rest."

"I'm fine, Lionel, but thank you." Lionel nodded to her, and then terminated the connection. A frown settled in on his face, and Lionel backed up, towards a more secluded area of the Center. Derek, sitting down for some dinner, watched him go as he brought out his small device, connecting to a personal, and private, channel of the IRCS to talk with Aidan, the blond, bespectacled man now appearing on the screen.

"Aidan, is there a reason for the call?" Lionel asked sharply, the jovial demeanor he'd displayed to the Ketchum family dropping away. Aidan took a moment to answer; a moment in which he adjusted his glasses.

"How goes the 'surveying'?" his best friend chuckled out. It was dry and humorless, but Lionel answered anyway.

"It's going. We're prepared to take it all the way through, tomorrow. I'll be out of range a few days until we reach the town that the League's asked us to check into, though I'd say it's more Pokémon preservation than a town," Lionel barked out, though still quietly. Aidan nodded.

"Guess I caught you just in time. I didn't think this kind of information could wait," the man spoke. He now had Lionel's full attention, the dark-skinned man raising an eyebrow and listening carefully. "Our special team has come in with a new report. They have a new task: following after a previous quarry."

"Is that code, Aidan? It sounds so silly," Lionel teased the man. When Aidan gave him a look that could melt faces, though, he stopped, replacing his face with the former look of seriousness. "Interesting…does this mean they're making a move? Or did they say a reason why?"

"They didn't have an explanation whatsoever. I don't think they were privy to it," Aidan spoke. Lionel's face tightened, not liking the answer that was being given. "It could be a sign that they're about to make a move, but they reported no serious changes at the base, so it's likely just a reconnaissance mission, and you know how those have typically gone. They might move sometime in the future, but not right now."

"Hmm…either way, we'll have to be ready, I suppose. Everyone's gathered at the base?" Lionel asked, now leaning against a wall as he listened to his friend.

"Yes. We're focusing on defense," Aidan spoke. "Honestly, I'm not too worried, but I thought it'd be best to inform you. They've had a number of these missions over the years, so it's nothing quite so out of the ordinary, just the first time to focus on a specific target."

"Hmm…yes, well, we just focus on the missions we have," Lionel told him. Aidan appeared to agree with that course of action. "With the tournament coming up, eyes will be focused there. If anyone wants to make a move on the League, they'll be hard pressed to survive the blitzkrieg that would rain on them. Either way, let's keep our eyes and ears peeled. In the meantime, I'll contact you when we reach the destination."

"Understood," Aidan said, adjusting his glasses but one more time. "I'll focus efforts here and contact you if there are any more developments…be safe."

"Careful, Aidan; people might think you actually care," Lionel chuckled again. Aidan smiled, and then ended the conversation. The screen went dark. Lionel breathed out, but his mind didn't dwell on the conversation whatsoever. Their mission was of far more importance. He didn't like lying to Ash, acting as though they'd just gotten orders on the town visit, but figured it wouldn't hurt, given that it was still their ultimate destination. He was simply glad to have seen them again for the first time since the wedding last year; life as the leader of ARC was just too busy.

"Everything all right?" called Derek from a table. Lionel nodded, but offered no further answer to the man, instead walking over to the window and watching the swirling sandstorm. He could feel it, somehow…the times were changing again. Perhaps it was the unprecedented age of peace, or a lack of major conflicts, each of Michael's seeded schemes put to rest before they could begin, but Lionel felt like his bones were itching. Even Banette's pokeball was rattling from it. The anticipation was too much for the both of them.

Ripping his gaze away from the sandstorm, Lionel chose to abandon that line of thought and get some food instead. That, combined with a quick rest, helped him and the others to wait out the sandstorm that raged until dawn the next morning. When it finally cleared away, the renewed sun ended up revealing yet more entrances into the fabled Relic Castle. At that sight alone, the tourists swarmed the location, snapping pictures of it in the harsh desert sun, while Lionel led his quintet into some of the passages below, the castle showing some signs of its age, yet some of it remained remarkably well preserved.

"Apparently, the castle used to be home to the Unovan Royal Family," Derek commented while they headed to some of the lower passages. Lionel was only vaguely listening to his words, checking at his map for the passage they had discovered earlier; the one that would lead them to the town they were searching for. "Of course, the line has long since lost its power in the region when its latest heir, someone named Trent, I believe, abdicated any of that power. But the castle's excavation is something he's apparently supported."

"Likely for all the mystical properties and artifacts," snorted one of their party. Lionel didn't deny that; Relic Castle had much to be discovered, even though parts of it looked plundered more recently than its state would suggest. In particular, their group passed by an abandoned, yet glowing, hall. There was almost a dais there, broken up, but seeming to have once held an artifact of great importance. It was clearly long since gone, but whether it was lost in those ancient times or more recently, Lionel had no time to discover. Not if they were going to make any decent time for the location of their mission.

The further they headed into the passage, on a trek that became slower going as they went along (mostly because they had to be wary of traps and crumbling floors or ceilings), the less and less presence of life there was. Not just of tourists and those who were studying the ruins, but Lionel also noticed that there were far less Pokémon. From seeing a number of Cofagrigus upon first entering, all the way to seeing barely any flitting sign of a Woobat. It made Lionel all the more uneasy. That uneasiness persisted through the number of breaks and sleep sessions they took, each of the days flying by in the passage with them not even noticing.

Almost completely doused in darkness, guided only by Derek's Gengar, each of their party began to feel the strain of exhaustion in those halls. Lionel felt fine, keeping watch most nights with Banette, but he couldn't shake the ever-mounting and unsettling feeling upon him. If his clock was anything to go by, they'd gone for four days in the monotonous halls of darkness. And while it was a simple enough path, with the feeling of fresh air just ahead, there were still no Pokémon in this portion of the cave. It was an observation that was rather worrisome to him, making his hair stand on edge. Lionel chose to push it down and just finish the final leg of the journey to get to the prescribed destination.

"Sir, is there a reason we couldn't just fly there?" one of his companions asked that day, finally seeing light from the escape of the passage. Lionel took a drink of water, clearing his dried throat as stairs stretched upwards, each of them taking their ascending steps to finally leave the passage that had held them for half a week.

"The winds around the area are known for being tempestuous at best," Lionel answered. "Even if we approached by air, we likely would have taken just as long. All part of the natural defenses that make this place such a wonderful Pokémon sanctuary."

"Must have quite the history," stated Victoria, looking to Derek for some information. His subordinate cleared his throat, with a slightly proud grin before answering her as the light drew ever closer.

"Slightly, though not one they wish to have known," Derek responded. Fresh air assailed them, each of them breathing it all in gratefully with a sigh as they stepped out of the passage at long last. "Back before Unova was League-affiliated, some corners of the region were used without knowledge of the royal family. Nasty things went down there, and this secluded area was one of them. Rumors had it that they tried to break into the castle through this passage, but failed. When the League took over, they established it as a Pokémon sanctuary to prevent those atrocities from happening again."

"Yes, the time before the Pokémon League was a horrible one," Lionel commented, squinting his eyes at the light now hitting him. "Wars and slaughter…quite a dirty world. It may have taken some time, but the League finally began to make things right among the regions, even though there are still others that suffer under lawless rule, even if not all do. The 'horrible parts of the world' if you will."

"I fear we may have just found that again," said another member of their party, all five drawing to a stop now. Lionel immediately agreed.

There was nothing there…well, nothing when it came to sounds. No Pidove chirping. No Lillipup barking. Not even the sound of the human caretakers that were around town. However, on the ground, there were traces of what had likely occurred: a mass exodus of Pokémon. Some were left behind, already dead, while a gale whipped through the uppermost branches of trees. Lionel stepped forward with a harsh frown. What had happened here?

"Split up. Find the caretakers of the sanctuary, and report for anything important you find, understood?" Lionel ordered. They all saluted and split off into pairs, leaving Lionel alone to stride into the tree-lined village. There were very few houses, but signs of whatever exodus or stampede there had been were found all over. From broken, obsidian rocks and snapped branches to the bodies of Pokémon that had been slain in the panicked chaos. Something had driven the Pokémon out, but Lionel didn't know what it was. Banette emerged from its pokeball, clearly sensing his trepidation at the situation. "Can you sense anything?"

"Net," Banette said, shaking its head. Seconds later, however, Banette stopped and turned towards one of the buildings. Lionel took that as a sign to investigate the place, walking up the wooden steps to the cabin there, and pushing on the door.

"Herrr!" growled a Herdier that suddenly came leaping through the door, nearly bowling Lionel over, if he hadn't stepped aside. The Herdier shot on to the ground while Lionel looked in, seeing two people, a young couple it seemed, huddled together in complete and abject fear.

"Get 'em, Herdier!" the female yelled. Herdier turned right around on the ground and shot for Lionel once more, being stopped all too swiftly by Banette. Lionel's brow furrowed and he stepped in to the cabin.

"I'm not here to hurt you! I'm with the League," Lionel spoke. The couple remained wary, and Lionel couldn't think of a way to placate them, given ARC didn't exactly carry badges around to identify themselves. He continued walking forward, and chose to confirm who he was as best as he could. "I was sent here to answer a distress signal, but it took time to get here through the Relic Passage. My name is Lionel."

"Oh…" the man spoke, looking to the woman next to him. She nodded, as though both of them were acknowledging that that was the order in which events took place. "Thank goodness. Herdier, come here!"

"Der!" Herdier barked once again and returned back into the cabin from through Lionel's parted legs. He watched all three of them, briefly glancing backwards.

"Are you the only two here? What happened?" Lionel asked. The couple was rather reticent, but Lionel chose to remain patient, even as he heard the tempestuous winds above that somehow didn't seem to touch down on the space they were standing in. By the time he looked back, the couple was standing, the man clasping something in his hand.

"It was…something we couldn't describe in words; not enough to convey the terror it inspired," he was speaking. Next to him, the woman was shuddering, before joining in with the conversation.

"We were studying migrant patterns of the Tranquill," she chimed in. "Then, it was like a roaring thunder when we first heard it, I'd never quite been so frightened. We stepped outside to see what was going on, and it was like the Pokémon were fighting each other in such a vicious fashion, almost in pain at doing it. Those not near here were practically stampeding away from the site, trying to escape."

"Yes, sounds frightening…" Lionel mused, reaching up to stroke at his chin in thought. Pokémon stampeding was something he'd only paid witness to once before, and not even directly back then, when Heahea City was overrun. That, of course, had been a direct result of Nihilego, but the leader of ARC very much doubted that was the case this time. Especially with the way it had been described: some were fleeing, while others were fighting with pain. That didn't sound like something of their own volition, brought about from a mere lowering of inhibitions. Coupled with the fact that the League had asked ARC to check it out… "Was there anything else you noticed? And where is everyone now?"

"We don't know. Several of our colleagues went off to search for the Pokémon beyond the town, but you can imagine the difficulty of getting back in," the man spoke, and finally, he held his hand out, opening it. Placed on his palm was a small sliver of something, looking like a shard of rock. "We found this around the area when the Pokémon had stopped…well…I believe you saw…"

"Yes," Lionel noted. He put his mind back to the sight of blood and the Pokémon that were strewn about. It was a horrible visage, and he had to wonder if what the man in front of him was now dropping into his hand was the cause. However, as it fell there, it felt as nothing more than a sliver of stone. Perhaps it felt to be of an odd composition, but nothing surprising otherwise. Certainly not large enough or mystical enough to have driven any Pokémon into a frenzy. Regardless, he tucked it into his pocket. "Any thoughts on when your fellow co-workers will be returning? Or on anything else that may have happened?"

"They should be back in a few days, with the Pokémon that fled…we hope," the woman stated. Lionel quickly realized that he hadn't gotten their names, but waited for the conversation to finish. "As for anything else…there was this…darkness that swirled around the space. And we couldn't move. Lots of anger, too, filled the air, like a horrible, anguished cry."

"Hmm…" It was all a fascinating set of facts to Lionel, and one he chose to do more investigation upon given the chance. However, Lionel remained wary, he found, until the rest of his companions had returned, confirming the facts which had already been spoken: scores of fallen Pokémon resting in an area of the forest around the town. It was then he learned the two researchers, Elliot and Janice, had been holed up inside the houses in fear of that very darkness they had seen consume their charges. "Well, don't worry. We'll look into the area until your co-workers return, so you can resume your work safely."

"Thank you!" Janice spoke, bowing low with tears in her eyes.

Lionel didn't quite return the sentiment, choosing to focus his work on the area around them. His subordinates did the same exact thing, helping to repair the houses in the center of the sanctuary, and clearing off the bodies of the Pokémon that had fallen. In some part, it seemed like a freak accident; perhaps a result of a subtle shifting in the weather. Whether the rock in his hand had an effect on that or not, he didn't know, though he wished to find out.

It wasn't until night fell that Lionel had that unsettling feeling of what had gone down in that small town confirmed. As Elliot made a meal for them and their Pokémon, each of them preparing for rest, it seemed almost like the ground was on fire. It wasn't hot by any means, however. It just looked that way, glowing a faint orange around the area, most of it coming from the blackened rocks that were jutted up around the area. Instantly, Lionel had to wonder just why, and what was going on. His brain whirled with ideas, from old meteors that had wiped out the fossil Pokémon to some potential legendary Pokémon buried beneath the ground.

In his mind, it was a small sign of something greater that lay underneath the surface of what had happened here.

The next day, he examined the area. While his comrades finished the rest of their tasks and helped Elliot and Janice to repair the town buildings, Lionel felt himself striding along the different rocks there, still glowing that faint orange color, even in the midst of daytime. It was completely odd, and the small shard in his pocket provided yet no answers. Even after a day of perusing the town, he still had no answer. Elliot didn't have one, either.

"Most of us didn't designate this a special sanctuary for Pokémon until some years back. Until then, I just know it was used for a renegade Unovan army," the man told Lionel while they prepared dinner that second evening. "Or something like that. About twenty years or so ago, before Alder became Champion and the League moved in, the place was like a microcosm of those who believed in truth, and those who believed in ideals. I heard it got brutal with some of the treatments of hostages until, one day, all of the men and Pokémon were slaughtered. Maybe that same glow happened then, too, but no one here would have any idea. Especially since it took almost a decade for Pokémon to even return here following that massacre."

"But otherwise you have no idea about how it was formed?" Lionel asked, taking a taste of the soup they were making. Elliot shook his head. It was a conundrum, and one that none of the other four could solve, either. Deciding to shelve it for the following morning, Lionel pushed the concerns from his mind to get some rest. Not that he slept much, consistently thinking on what had occurred here, and the reasons for which it might have. His mind, too tired from the last few days, couldn't think of any coherent reason and, in the end, he figured that getting the shard and his observations back to Aidan and Alpha Squad could be their best course of action for finding any answers.

That course rapidly changed the next morning.

For one thing, the workers of that sanctuary town seemed to finally return, exhausted and battered, but with the Pokémon in tow. There was a definite sense of heightened tension that Lionel felt that morning, but also elation at things having returned to some sense of normalcy there. It may not have been worked very hard for on ARC's side, and there was a definite feel of loss throughout their little hidden community, but Lionel considered it all some sort of blessing. The call that he got from Aidan, however, was anything but a blessing.

"League has a new assignment," Aidan spoke with a rather liberal sigh. Lionel didn't blame him; first this mysterious assignment with no cause, no evidence, and only utter strangeness in the form of the glowing rocks, and now another assignment.

"Can't you handle it? I'm at least a week out from anywhere not named Unova at this rate," Lionel insisted to his friend. Aidan frowned, his face going downcast. Instantly, Lionel knew that he clearly wanted to, but with the hubbub of the now announced tournament combined with setting up their newly current base made the blond unable to find any operatives to send out without lowering their own forces. Plus, it allowed more secrecy. "Yes, all right, I've got it."

"You know you're better at that end. We're monitoring our own target, trying to see if there's any movement, but things have gone quiet," Aidan said. He reached up to run a hand through his hair. "In any case, I don't think that this assignment would qualify as an emergency. Lance didn't seem to find it as one, at least, but he said they hadn't heard from Azalea Town in Johto regarding broadcasting the tournament. With the G-Men and IP tied up…"

"It leaves us…" Lionel's lips wiggled back and forth, biting at the inside of his cheek for a minute. He hated the thought of leaving a mission so soon, and particularly one so incomplete, but knowing he wasn't going to get much further on his own, Lionel agreed that perhaps moving on was for the best. "Yes, all right. Tell Lance we'll get to it as soon as we're out of Relic Castle, if you can. There's still something I want to check out here."

"Find any interesting artifacts?" Aidan asked with a tinge of amusement. He seemed to be leaning on a table with a smirk, but Lionel chose not to indulge him with replying in the same manner quite yet.

"Not artifacts, no…just an orange glow that hasn't stopped for a couple days now," the dark-skinned man replied. Aidan's amusement slipped off, brow furrowing as his gaze narrowed tightly. "Can't figure it out for the life of me, but as it stands, it doesn't react to anything. Not a Mega Stone, keystone or Z-Ring…or if it does, it's hiding it very well and not affecting it much. Could be connected to something that we've researched in the past, but it's looking less likely by the day, though only time and research will tell, I suppose."

"So, what is it you want to figure out?" came the question that Lionel knew was coming. To that, he smirked and tapped at his head.

"I'll save that for a little reunion talk when we return from Azalea," Lionel chuckled out. Aidan rolled his eyes, but eventually laughed along with him. "In the meantime, hold down the fort until I get back. See you soon, Aidan."

That was about all that was needed before Lionel terminated the connection. Watching the rest of his comrades easing the fears of those that had returned, Lionel called out his Skarmory and swiftly took to the air, getting himself a bird's eye view of the town and whatever had happened to it. Not much changed from that, however. The rocks still glowed orange, and the place still looked to have suffered a blow based on what had happened to the Pokémon. The only thing that even looked slightly different to Lionel was the curvature of the town, sloping downwards so that the buildings were set into a sort of mini-valley, hollowed and smoothed over the years, now ringed by trees.

It was ultimately a bust when it came to finding any kind of information.

Sighing to himself, Lionel descended and landed amidst Derek and the others, with each of them looking at him for their next set of orders. "It would seem we have places to be. You all ready to move out?"

"Yes, sir!" Derek answered. Lionel gave him a rather exasperated look, but clapped him on the back nonetheless. Following that, the quintet quickly packed up their bags and said their farewells to the recovering people. While Lionel certainly didn't want to leave them to fend for themselves, there were also far more pressing matters to deal with, particularly with the Champion Tournament happening so soon. Either way, he made sure to say a swift farewell to all of the workers there, wishing them luck on their continued endeavors, before he turned back to the passageway and their group descended into the shadow again.

It felt just as long as the first trip through, to Lionel, with just as many stops along the way, though the heavy feeling of oppression upon Lionel's bones had merely increased, rather than decreased. Their time in the Pokémon sanctuary had done nothing to assuage his worries. All of it just felt like too much, now: too much effort, too much mystery, and too little information to help decide or determine just what was going on. Those thoughts weighed on his mind in the darkness, and especially during the hours of sleep, milling around inside his head.

Other than that, almost nothing of interest took place until they were close to the exit from Relic Castle, in one of the lower halls. Coming to the ancient ritual chamber, Lionel stopped, peering inside and shedding a light on the murals that decorated the halls, almost beautiful in nature. While they, themselves, made little sense, seeming to depict little more than seven comets raining down upon the land in the ancient past, the artwork was fantastic, as was the dais where once rested a likely powerful artifact. None of that particularly interested Lionel for the moment…except for the shard in his pocket suddenly flying to the dais and resting there. No glow, nothing to suggest anything odd was going on with it, but a sense of heaviness that made it impossible to move.

"Probably a magnetic field," Victoria commented when she saw what happened. "These old places usually have them; makes it hard to get through. It was likely pulled there by that kind of resonance. Plus, I've heard tell the passage connects to Chargestone Cave, as well."

"Yes…" Lionel commented, attempting to remove the stone one more time, but being unable to. Determining Victoria's comments and observations to be right, the leader of ARC took one last look at the contents of the hall before leaving it. Soon after, their group emerged from the castle to a hot and sunny day in the Unovan desert. After showering and cleaning off at the Center, the quintet was then on its way to Johto, for both their base and the new mission in Azalea Town.

As Lionel sat aboard their plane, however, he mused, wondering why the Pokémon in that sanctuary had reacted the way they did, and what had caused that orange glow. And though he couldn't shake it, the minor event in Relic Castle's hall also disturbed him, even if he paid it little mind in order to watch the ceremonies that were taking place on screen, the night before the Champion Tournament was to begin. They'd been out of the world too long if it was already beginning. Thankfully, soon after, they'd arrived in Goldenrod City and swiftly began making their way to Azalea Town, interested in the likely silly mix up of non-communication that had occurred.

However, as Lionel and his subordinates arrived to an empty and abandoned Azalea Town, neither he, nor his companions, had yet realized the unsettling truth that shattered a time of peace, and ushered in war: the gates of hell had already been thrown wide open.

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Author's Note: You guys have been far too happy with the developments in the Ancienverse lately. This probably brought you down to reality, ha ha. And thus, we are ready for Love in the Time of Tomorrow to begin. When does it begin? Well, as I've already announced, it begins this Thursday and will retain my usual schedule in regards to updates. Hopefully you enjoyed this conclusion to my run-up. As the first two were largely character focused, I made this part of the prologue a little more plot-focused. Plus, there was an air of mystery to it all that will be resolved in the coming story, and we'll have some fun along the way, even if it's as dark as this part suggested.

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