The land had transformed into a land formed of giant ice pillars. However, the ice pillars were very unique. Some of the pillars themselves seemed to be channeling a pink electricity. It came up through the pillar, and once it reached the top it would exit in a little spark.

"Those pillars of ice stand out." Grovyle said as they walked by. "The tops of those pillars, there's something up there, and they're crackling with electricity. It's very strange."

Then Dusknoir and Grovyle heard a familiar chatter. They turned to see a single Snorunt standing there. It was unaware to their presence.

"Hey. It's..."

"Calm yourself, Grovyle." Dusknoir said. "It is a Snorunt, but it is likely that it is not the same we encountered before."

"I figured as much." Grovyle said. "I'm not seeking revenge or anything. I just want to try and ask him something again."

"Again?" Dusknoir asked. "You tried that before, and they attacked you. What makes you think you won't just end up with another painful experience?"

"There's no trail, and we have no other sense of direction. We must try."

Dusknoir sighed, and said, "I won't stop you."

Grovyle then turned and made himself known to the Snorunt. "Hey, you!"

The Snorunt turned and of course, was spooked by the Grovyle standing there. He began to take the stance the previous Snorunt had taken before unleashing it's attack, but Grovyle put a hand up, "Wait! Please! I just want to ask something!"

The Snorunt, looked up, seeming to understand.

Grovyle came closer, "If you know, then please tell me, before us, did anyone come through here?"

Then the Snorunt said, "Oh, them!" Grovyle was a bit surprised to hear the Snorunt talking in a different tongue, now, but he listened. "Yeah, I saw them!"

"Who?" Grovyle asked.

"A bunch of scary-looking pokémon went through here in a group. If I had to guess, they were Sabeleye."

"Really?" Grovyle asked. This was giving them a lead.

Dusknoir came over and asked, "Where did they head?"

"That direction." Snorunt said, "Into Icicle Forest."

"Icicle Forest? Was it only Sabeleye?"

Snorunt shook his head. "No. The Sabeleye were carrying a pokémon, I have never seen before. It was pink, and very pretty."

"Celebi!" Grovyle said, looking to Dusknoir. "She's been captured!"

"Any other pokémon at all?" Dusknoir asked. "If I remember right, there should have been a pokémon that looked much stronger than the Sabeleye, with them all."

"Uhhh..." the Snorunt said, almost looking in fear.

Lightning suddenly flashed and struck a nearby pillar of ice. The icicle began to crackle and spark with the pink electricity.

"What? What's this?" Grovyle asked, looking at the struck pillar. The pillar's electricity branched out in what Grovyle could only say where other bolts of electricity near the top. It was very unusual.

"The pillar's electricity..." Grovyle said.

"It's gotten intense." Dusknoir said.

With that, the Snorunt began to...laugh... And then it ran away.

"Wait! Come back!" Grovyle said. But it was no use. The Snorunt disappeared into the forest of ice. It was then that the electricity in the pillar began to calm down.

Dusknoir looked after the Snorunt and then to Grovyle.

Grovyle looked back and said, "I wonder what was with him, all of a sudden."

"At any rate," Dusknoir said, "We have found out that the Sabeleye have indeed captured Celebi, and are up ahead. Snorunt didn't confirm it, but there's a good chance that Dialga and this new agent are with them."

"Yeah, it would make sense." Grovyle said. "And we cannot let them get away!"

"Then, let's move fast." Dusknoir said. "We may not have much time!"

Grovyle and Dusknoir raced through the forest with all speed that could come from their strength. Grovyle couldn't take Celebi off his mind. He hoped she was okay. He hoped it was not too late to prevent whatever action could come out of this!

Suddenly they saw something up ahead!

"Dusknoir! Up ahead!" Grovyle called.

"Yes!" Dusknoir said. "The Sabeleye must be up there!" He then slowed, as did Grovyle. "We should proceed with caution."

"Right." Grovyle said.

He and Dusknoir had finally started working much better together as a group. They weren't arguing as much anymore, and, the talk they had in that shallow cave, was giving Grovyle hope that Dusknoir...perhaps was beginning to understand.

Electricity crackled from more of the pillars. Grovyle looked and saw, a very large ice pillar. "Over there!" he said.

Grovyle felt the air around him tense up. There was something in the air, and Dusknoir felt it too.

Dusknoir looked at the pillar. "Egad! Grovyle! Over there! Look past the four big ice pillars! Do you see what I see?"

Grovyle nodded. Someone was lying there, unconscious! "Do you think..."

"No time to think! Come on!" Dusknoir said with urgency. Grovyle followed, but ran ahead of Dusknoir. The body came into sight.

"C-Celebi!" Grovyle called.

She was next to a very strange familiar looking rock, and also encased in a familiar pinkish glow.

"Can you hear me, Celebi?"

Grovyle looked at the rock. His eyes widened. "That keystone...a keystone usually means..."

Grovyle clenched his fist. "Spiritomb!"

The keystone laughed, and out came the familiar pink spirit manifestation of Spiritomb that had once taken Grovyle by surprise.

"Why, Spiritomb? Why have you done this to Celebi?"

The Spiritomb laughed in what Grovyle thought to be nervous laughter, and then it said, "...You're wrong. Very wrong. This was not our doing!"

"Liar!" Grovyle shouted. "Why is Celebi like this? You have done this to me before, so I know it's you!"

"It wasn't us!" the Spiritomb repeated.

"If it wasn't you, then who-"

The air suddenly took a change in feeling. Something was out of the picture, and Grovyle knew it. "What...what is this sensation?" Every nerve in Grovyle's body was bristling and tingling with anticipation. If he could call it that. Something was off. Something was very wrong. But no matter what Grovyle could think, he had no idea as to the origin of this feeling!

"Please...believe us!" Spiritomb said in nervousness. "You're wrong!"

Grovyle had stopped listening to the Spiritomb. Why did he feel such a powerful sense of oncoming dread? He was failing to understand anything. Why was the Spiritomb telling him he was wrong?

Celebi's eyes then opened!

"G-Grovyle!"

"Celebi!" Grovyle called back.

The Spiritomb looked at Celebi. "Fine time for you to wake up!" it said. "If we'd let you flee, we-"

"Let her go, Spiritomb!" Grovyle once again shouted. "Do it, or I will force you to!"

Grovyle began to approach, when Celebi said, "Grovyle! No! Don't-"

Grovyle took one step forward, and four pillars, began to crackle with electricity, and they shot out the pink electricity and it all channeled towards Grovyle. Grovyle screamed in pain. The Spiritomb laughed. "Yes! We got him!"

Grovyle wanted to say something, but he felt his strength being drained away, little by little. Dusknoir did nothing. Grovyle was about to call out to him, but the Spiritomb spoke first.

"We can go now, right? We're all done here, so we'll be on our way."

"What do you mean?" Grovyle managed to say finally.

Then he heard the laugh Dusknoir was so famous for. That laugh of trickery, advantage, and deceit. "Get a hold of yourself, Spiritomb, and do remain with us for just a little longer."

Then the Sabeleye appeared, surrounding Spiritomb, and three appeared by Dusknoir, who began to laugh hard.

Grovyle didn't understand. The Sabeleye weren't attacking Dusknoir as they did in the past! What did this mean?

"Dusknoir! What...what's going on?" Grovyle managed to shout. But even speaking felt like a struggle now. Whatever energy this was...was draining the life completely out of Grovyle.

"Grovyle, Grovyle, Grovyle." Dusknoir said. "You are a fool."

"What do you mean?" Grovyle shouted. "Once Dialga gets here with that new agent, you will be done for!"

"Dialga never had a new agent, Grovyle. Everything that has taken place, was going according to plan."

"What?" Grovyle couldn't believe it. This whole thing was a set-up! A trap! And he had walked so blindly into it.

"You see," Dusknoir said, "Icicle Forest is a very special place. If you are hit by the electrical discharge these ice pillars give off, your spirit will begin to melt away. I'm surprised how easy it was to get you to stand where you are now. Where most power is concentrated..."

Grovyle didn't believe it. He had failed. Dusknoir now had the advantage over him.

"My plan, elegant, and useful, it's this, Grovyle. I lured you here for the purpose of taking control of your body. After your spirit is gone, I will seize control of your empty body. And in your place, I will return to the past."

"What?" Grovyle asked.

"If I simply go back to the past, what will I be looked upon as?" Dusknoir began. "An outlaw. A deceiver. A liar. Layne and Pyro no longer trust me because of what has happened. But if Grovyle goes back to the past, don't you think Layne and Pyro will be happy to see their fallen friend with them again? As the ghost-type you now see before you, I am more than capable of taking control of your spiritless body. There wouldn't be any suspicion whatsoever. Layne and Pyro have already accepted you as their friend. However the two will be completely unaware of one flaw with this happiness. The body will be Grovyle's, but the spirit within will be...me. Everything that has taken place since we've arrived, Grovyle, has been in preparation for this. Perhaps there is a new agent after all. Much more craftier than I am. And that agent, is you, Grovyle."

"N-no! I refuse!" Grovyle shouted.

"You will have no choice in the matter, Grovyle." Dusknoir said, approaching him.

"But...how? How did you plan this, so quickly? You and I returned together to this world from the past! There wasn't any time when you could have told this plan to the Sabeleye!"

"Oh there was time, Grovyle." Dusknoir said. "Before you ever regained consciousness, Grovyle, I had met up with my Sabeleye and told them to route a new plan that I had amazingly come up with, within a short amount of time. I'm surprised it's played out as well as we all hoped it would. And I'm surprised this all remained as big a secret to you as long as it had, Grovyle."

Dusknoir laughed and Grovyle was about to finally lose hope. The electricity got stronger. His strength was bound to go any time, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He couldn't move, he could barely speak, and even breathing was getting difficult.

"Gr-Grovyle!" Celebi shouted.

"You've been in my way the entire time, Grovyle." Dusknoir said, approaching Grovyle. "But, it's over now. When I inhabit your body, I will return to the past, and I will see to it that Temporal Tower will collapse. It will be child's play to take down both Pyro and Layne. It's time that you finally surrendered Grovyle. As Layne would say, 'You don't have a hope in hell'."

The electricity around Grovyle strengthened. Grovyle fell to his knees finally. He couldn't believe it. He had been too trusting of Dusknoir. And now...

Grovyle for a few moments there, really thought he could have trusted Dusknoir.

"But...I believed you..." Grovyle managed to say as Dusknoir faced him.

"I know, Grovyle." I really do. Your weakness is that you are indeed, much too kind. I wasn't lying from what I said before. Grovyle, I really do despise you. You have taken me on goose hunt after goose hunt and have made me look weak in front of my Master, twice. Even when I shielded you from the ice, it was all done according to my plan."

Celebi was angry, "You coward!"

Dusknoir laughed. "Babble whatever you wish, in the end, you have lost. You, Grovyle, Layne, Pyro, you all have lost. You lost because you had the gut to trust me."

Grovyle was in deep thought and he opened his eyes to look Dusknoir in his eye. Grovyle then managed to shake his head. "I don't believe that."

"Oh?" Dusknoir asked.

"I...know I wasn't wrong..." Grovyle said. "I...I still...trust you..." Grovyle was confident in his words. Why? He didn't stand in a great place, and Dusknoir was about to put an end to the mission he, Pyro, and Layne had fought so hard to accomplish. But why?

"I'm confident I didn't hear that right." Dusknoir said, laughing. "You say this even after all that's happening. You have the nerve to even tell yourself, you still trust me."

"Y-yes!" Grovyle said with difficulty as it was growing harder to even speak. "Despite everything, I know what's in your heart, Dusknoir...We had a moment...of understanding..."

Dusknoir didn't look convinced. "Well then- No. We had nothing of the kind."

"I know it's the opposite of what you say..." Grovyle said. "While we travelled together...as we surmounted every challenge thrown at us, at one point, I sensed...your feelings of hatred, vanish."

Dusknoir looked sharp to Grovyle. "Wh-what are you saying? That's impossible. I mean what I said then and now! Grovyle, I have always hated you. That's all you sensed."

"Remember more carefully..." Grovyle said, feeling his spirit hanging by just a few threads. "I know what I felt...I am very cautious. And even with caution in place, while we travelled together...I trusted you...and travelled easy, because...I felt your spirit. A spirit of loyalty. I felt that spirit...the spirit, that would shine..."

Dusknoir looked away, as if deep in thought. The shining spirit. Grovyle had mentioned the spirit of shining. The words echoed in his head as clearly as if they had just been spoken.

"You pledged your loyalty to Primal Dialga..."Grovyle said, "So you were trying to protect the world of darkness. But that comes from your desire not to disappear. But really...for you most of all, is that truly...enough? To survive like this, here...is there any honest happiness offered here for you?"

There was silence and Grovyle reflected to a conversation he and Layne had once had. Layne was a curious being when he was so new to the world. Grovyle had a similar conversation with him at one point. And Layne asked Grovyle what he thought the meaning of life was. He had asked Layne the same thing, and Layne couldn't come up with an answer back then.

"I once asked Layne what he thought it truly meant to live, Dusknoir...and I talked to you about what I thought it meant to live, as well. Now I will ask you to think about what it truly means to live..."

Dusknoir looked to the dark sky. "What...it truly means to live..."

The words echoed in his mind.

"While I live, I will shone on. I will prove that I exist. If I could do something really important, that will carry on into the future..No. Not just into the future, but the future of Layne...and Pyro, too. My spirit has bonded with the both of them, I believe. In them, my spirit will live on. And it will be passed on to others as well. And so even if I do disappear, Dusknoir, all I have worked for to accomplish, alongside Celebi and Layne, will live on. This means, that though I am gone, my spirit in what I have done will live on. My Legacy will be forever..."

Dusknoir clenched a fist, that was starting to tremble. "...forever..." he repeated. He then began to tremble, as a growing sadness came onto him to realize that Grovyle was right...

"I know what I felt, Dusknoir..." Grovyle said. "I...I sensed your shining spirit..."

"You...felt my shining...spirit..." Dusknoir repeated. He began to tremble, and emotion began to show it's face on him. "There's...nothing! Nothing that shines like that! Stop..." he began to sob. "Stop deluding yourself!"

Dusknoir then began to sob unlike he ever had before. The words hit right at what one would call his heart. The realization of the truth in Grovyle's words, and the spirit he did indeed feel.

The three Sabeleye nearest Dusknoir approached with worry, "M-Master Dusknoir, are you quite all right?"

"Shut up!" Dusknoir snapped and smacked them all away from him. He then wept some more. The thought that his spirit had now become a part of other minds, then the existence of Grovyle...

It was too late now...

"M-Master Dusknoir..."

Grovyle managed to open his eyes as the electricity began to grow one last time in strength. "Sabeleye, this goes for you all too...you...haven't you all...thought of the future...or a renewed life? Giving into Primal Dialga, and living your entire life in Darkness...do you really want that? Listen to what your heart tells you! What has become of your sense of self-respect?"

Grovyle had never spoken like this before, and he truthfully didn't know if this was a desperation move, or if his heart had been wanting to shout this to them all since he first knew them. Maybe both.

The Sabeleye looked at each other at his words. The electricity began to grow, and Grovyle began to see stars.

Celebi looked worried, "He can't take much more!" she shouted. "Spiritomb! You can't let this happen! Do something!" she pleaded. Spiritomb just laughed.

Grovyle let out one last shout. His vision was now turning...white. He was blind. The crackling of the electricity, was getting softer...he was going deaf. He no longer could speak. Mute. The remaining strength left him, and he was about to collapse...about to let the darkness take him into a world of the unconscious... when something shoved him out of the electricity.

His vision returned, as did his hearing, and he felt his voice even return. His strength however was gone. He could barely open his eyes. He was not in the same place. Dusknoir was in his place. The electricity was gone. Dusknoir was sobbing.

Celebi was astonished. "Dusk...Dusknoir!"

The Sabeleye were even more shocked than she was. "M-Master Dusknoir! He...he rescued Grovyle!"

Grovyle finally took a breath in.

"Grovyle!" Celebi called. "Are you okay?"

Grovyle managed to sit up... "I'm...fine." he looked to Dusknoir. "Dusknoir...you saved me again..."

Dusknoir said nothing, and suddenly a feeling of dread befall them all. Up above, two red eyes glowed in ferocious anger at what they just witnessed. Grovyle didn't have to look to know that Primal Dialga had been watching them the entire time. Dusknoir showed no sign of fear. He knew this was it for him. There was no more chances for him. He had failed to do Dialga's bidding...a third time in a row. This was it.

Dialga let out an ear-splitting roar and landed right in front of Dusknoir. Dusknoir looked up. Dialga's soul piercing eyes glared at what was once his finest agent. Who served him without question. Dusknoir met his former master's eyes, and simply said, "Master Dialga...forgive me..."

Out of the question.

Dialga roared and rammed his skull against his former servant. Dusknoir tumbled across the ground. The Sabeleye were speechless at Dialga's actions, and no one moved. Dialga roared again as Dusknoir managed to get up. However Dialga just beat him down again.

The Sabeleye all looked a each other, and finally one said, "We can't let Dialga do this! We must protect Master Dusknoir!"

With that, the Sabeleye entered their battle frenzy stances they were so famous for, and began to attack Dialga. Dialga treated them all as one would a simple house-fly. The attacks of the Sabeleye were nothing more than simple scratches that Dialga probably barely felt if he even felt them at all. With another roar, a beam of light came from his chest and all were blown away from him.

Dusknoir looked to his former master. Grovyle was weak, and not able to move yet. He wanted to move, but...he lacked the strength.

Dialga approached Dusknoir and began to severely beat him as a parent would a disobedient child. The Spiritomb seeing this, released it's hold of Celebi, and fled, laughing out of fear.

Celebi seized this moment and flew up and called out a challenge to Dialga. Dialga turned to face her. Grovyle simply said, "Celebi! No!"

Then suddenly...it happened...

...

...

The air...felt different...

A light shone in the sky that had not been seen before. At least not in about 130 years. Streams of colored light. If one could describe it, it was as if the sky had painted lines of colored fire, just strewn across the sky.

Celebi looked up and asked, "What...what is that?"

Grovyle looked up. "If I remember right...that's called an aurora."

Then they felt it.

...

A wind.

Dusknoir looked up, and said..."The wind has started blowing, and there's an aurora...that means only one thing. The sun...The air has started moving again. The paralyzed planet...has started to move again..."

Grovyle almost couldn't believe it. "You mean...Could it be? History has finally...changed..."

He smiled as he felt the wind and looked at the colored sky. "Layne...Pyro...you did it. I can't believe it...you did it!"

Dialga saw what was happening, and began to growl ferociously. For a moment, he looked weakened, but then stood tall again, and let out one of his loudest roars ever.

A beam of light erupted from his body and all were forced back by it. When they all looked up, Dialga was gone. The wind was still blowing, and the temperature, though dropping, gave everyone...a boost almost. The Sabeleye surrounded their fallen master. "Dusknoir!" they cried out.

Dusknoir finally then looked up. "I'm okay...we must...follow Master...Dialga. Three of you...take care of Grovyle and Celebi...now."

The Sabeleye looked unsure, but did as they were told.

Grovyle and Celebi got up. "They did it..." Grovyle said. "They really did it."

Celebi smiled to Grovyle. "Do you think..."

Dusknoir came over. "No." he said. "We're not out of the woods yet. Dialga will do what it takes to his very last breath to ensure that the past is changed. Which means..."

"He'll do whatever it takes to get to the past." Grovyle finished.

Dusknoir nodded. "Yes."

"Then...we cannot waste any time. Time is running out for us all. Soon the sun will rise, and when that happens..."

There was silence.

Celebi said, "Which direction did he go?"

The Sabeleye lit up and said, "He fled in this direction! Follow us!"