Note: I made it! I'm supposed to leave for my vacation today... But I somehow managed to finish transferring this from my notebook! I feel saved! Though I feel very sleepy... I guess that's what I get for staying up until 11pm then waking up at 6 am... I'm happy I managed to finish this though... Go on and please read this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Rose's POV:

"Yes... Yes... Just stay put now, little girl," the Gengar's voice echoed.

"This'll be a treat for me," he continued, grinning maliciously.

I then began to feel pain. It hurt so badly. It felt like a dagger was pressing down at my back... Something... Wanted me gone...

I wanted to wake up. This WAS just a dream right?

"Oh, Missy," the Gengar continued, "This is more than just a dream... Remember... Little Kirlia..."

The dagger-like invisible thing behind me stabbed even harder. I could feel myself growing old... Old... Old to dust... Dust to death...

It gave me pain...

Pain...

Pain...

"Stop it! Darkrai!" the familiar feminine voice echoed and my pain disappeared, replaced by a soothing feeling instead.

"Hey! It's not my fault you're late, Cresselia... Besides, it's not like I can control the negative energy my body usually radiates... Which is why I need you to counter that whenever I enter dreams," her usual companion answered.

"Fine..." she sighed, before suddenly turning all hushed up, "Any news of 'it'?"

There was a brief silence. The two seemed to be scared of something. For there was a small whispering present when the silence broke out.

I had a huge notion to ask them who they were, but I decided not to.

I mean, what's worse than getting weird dreams is talking to YOUR weird dreams... If someone found out about that, they'd probably think that I'M weird.

"Fine... I do have news," the companion replied, "Bad news, indeed... Well, we don't have much time left... We need to find this 'hero' quick! Before all hope is lost!"

The female voice sighed.

"I really can't tell..." the voice moaned, "I mean, just by being in this... Rose's dream... I could already feel msomething stirring... There's really something unusual about her... She might have the mark of a hero..."

"Heroin," I silently thought, before snapping back to myself, "Nope! Never... I'm a thief."

"Great! Then I guess we should find her now!" her companion, somehow sounding masculine answered.

"Not yet, Darkrai," she replied, "I keep sensing another one..."

"Do you think...? Maybe... Could it be..." the other voice continued, wondering aloud.

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. I remember the time you ended up with the conclusion of pairing others together when you saw some of their dreams before Valentine's Day? Haha, that was catastrophic..." the female voice snickered.

"Woah, hold it there! I just wanted to play Cupid for once! Anyway... That's not very important so we should talk about something else..." the companion replied, with a somewhat embarrassed tone.

"Fine... I suggest we wait it out... Maybe, when the time is right... We will know who is the true 'hero'..." the feminine voice gracefully replied.

"Well... I guess I don't have a say in here so I guess I'll just go with your opinion... Oh yeah... One more thing... Cresselia..." her companion continued.

"What is it?" she continued.

"Don't go near Hall of Origin... Or its entrance in this world... 'It' is becoming unstable... I don't want you to get hurt; otherwise, I'll have no-one to... I mean, the world will die... Without either of us... The world will have no hope of surviving this ordeal," her companion muttered.

"Oh, you make it sound like you care..." the female voice snickered, "Oh well, I guess I have to go now... Good luck with your 'side' of the business... I promise I'll do my best!"

The feminine voice faded away.

Her companion sighed.

"If only I didn't have such a duty, I could've told her..." the companion's voice muttered before fading away.

I woke up with a start. I was beginning to find it weird that there were two weird... "beings" visiting my dreams. Oh great, what's more worse than being caught red-handed and imprisoned by some "Queen" of Combee? Getting mental voices? Or maybe I'm just simply mental now...

Oh wait... Imprisoned by Combee...

Oh... Criminy...

My hands appeared to be cuffed by some sticky, semi-liquid fluid which smelled a lot like honey. I tried tugging my hands free but it only pulled my arms together even tighter.

I looked around. The liquid seemed to be secreted from some golden wall. The walls all bore the honeycomb pattern.

"Oh... yeah," I remembered, "That freaking Vespiquen..."

At that exact moment, part of the walls separated, allowing a Vespiquen to step in, accompanied by two Combee... Probably her bodyguards or something... She looked down at me.

"PRISONER!" she coldly spat, "YOU NOW SERVE AS A SLAVE. GET OUT AND CLEAN THE FLOORS!"

"What if I say 'no'?" I spat back.

"THEN YOU ARE SAYING 'NO' TO STAYING ALIVE!" the Vespiquen coldly stated.

Long story short, we spent some time arguing. In the end, that was how "Rose the Gardevoir Thief" became known as "Rose the Gardevoir Janitor" to the Combee. I spent the rest of the day scrubbing the floor of this... Giant hive or something... Some sticky substance oozed out from the walls making my job even harder. My gown was probably never going to turn white again after this.

It wasn't a total loss though, for I used the opportunity to learn more about the place and plan my escape. By the end of the day, I learned that the hive was a series of catacombs that would need about a month to find the correct path.

After practically scrubbing the entire place, I swore under my breath that I would never eat anything honey-based, ever again. I sighed and dropped down to my cell floor.

The Vespiquen was harsh; she should've become a military leader of some sort. Imagine working 18 hours non-stop, with NO breaks. Nope, they didn't give me a break to drink water when I was thirsty, nor did they give me a lunch break, heck, I WASN'T even given a bathroom break! Talk about 'inhumane'...

By then, I had already vented out all my anger on the cell wall... I kicked and punched it quite viciously until I accidentally managed to create a hole there... Of course, the Vespiquen wasn't pleased... Which is why I spent my night in her personal cage in her room.

I felt so hopeless... I began to sit down, ignoring the fact that my bottom was probably getting wet again due to that strange liquid scattered everywhere throughout this hive...

I felt so empty and hollow... I wanted someone to feel what I could feel...

No... I silently cursed, I can't turn weak... I CAN'T show emotion! No!
I won't... I won't... I won't...
I- I- I-

I couldn't take it anymore... For the first time in a very long time... I... cried... I cried myself to sleep. What I didn't know was that expressing your emotions doesn't make you weak... In fact, it may sometimes help you, as I learned that night when someone else found my sorrowful nature decided to help me.

Listen... Listen... Listen...

"What NOW?" I angrily yelled, holding back my tears at this new voice.

I... need your help... Star...Cave...

"Woah, hold it. Since when has anyone asked me for help?" I retorted.

Please... I know... You have a kind heart...

"Shut it! Put 'me' and 'nice' in another sentence and you'll be sorry!" I snarled.

Please... I'm also here to help you... Fellow... Psychic-Type... I feel your grief... So please... at least help me out a little...

"Help me... Escape? Woah! Wait, how can you help me?" I countered.

Trust me... We Psychic-Types have our way of doing things...

"Fine... You've got a deal," I replied.

Good... Then please... Wake up now...

I opened my eyes. It was still early in the morning. Part of my cage had dematerialized to form a hole. This Psychic freak certainly didn't lie.

I stepped out and tiptoed out the room.

"Follow the haze... Only you can see it," a voice echoed in my head.

"W-what?" I asked, and then it dawned upon me that I should've never opened my mouth to speak.

A buzzing noise grew louder behind me so I ran as fast as I could.

It was then that I noticed something. A very faint, pink trail of hazy smoke went through certain paths of this hive. I guess that must be the haze.

I then understood what to do. I kept running, following the haze that guided me through the labyrinth. I saw the exit but before I could get out, a wall of Combee blocked off the exit like a wall.

They then attacked me with a fairly strong gust. I held down my gown-like appendages, not wanting them to fly upwards.

That was when it hit me... A Combee this strong should have evolved into a Vespiquen already. But, male Combee cannot evolve.

I smiled. I guess I was back in business.

"Hey" I called, diverting the attention of the "wall" to me.

They all stared at me for a second, in which I launched Attract. The Combee all suddenly began to sigh.

They now began to go after me.

Whoops! I had wanted them to drop down in a trance, but the exact opposite had happened. It got rid of their wall formation, however, so I escaped. My male pursuers refused to give up though.

I bolted out of the giant hive and fell into a grassy meadow, with the Combee following of course. If anybody had watched the following scene from afar, my bolting out would probably resemble a cork being shot out from a bottle, while the Combee resembled the contents of the bottle.

The chase lasted for some time, but I learned a lesson... Being kissed by a Combee just... stings... I ended up hiding in mud, burying my white body... No longer caring about keeping myself clean. Anything to desperately get rid of the freaking Combee...

Once they had left, I stepped out and breathed a sigh of relief... I felt more heavy though... Due to mud latching on to parts of my body. I was at least thankful to escape my prison.

"I've done my part, now please come and help me!" the voice echoed in my head.

"Fine," I answered, "Lead me the way."

I set out to Star Cave to rescue my mysterious rescuer. I never knew that it was there that I would discover what I really wanted in life.

Note: Phew... I guess that's it.. I so desperately want to get back to sleep now. Anyway, I'm here to tell you that I won't be at home until Jan. 3, so I guess updates will have to wait... Don't worry, when I get home, I'm sure I'll have a chapter ready to transfer, as I'm gonna bring my usual notebook to write. Again, I'm sorry for the delay... It wasn't me who planned for the trip... I hope you guys still find time to review though... I really enjoy reading others' opinions, so if you like the fic, at least drop a single review... It already means a lot to me. Thank you and a good day to you all... Zzzzz...