Sorry for the chapter in the early morning, but I didn't get it done last night. So I got it done this morning. Yeah... I'm tired.

Thanks to Sanablades, Music-Warrior-Nightsong, TJay-Drag-Latios'of'the'Cookie, and One with the Arcana for reviewing.

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We basically stumbled out of the alleyway and into the streetlamp-lit night. We must have been in that place for longer than it seemed, because it wasn't even noon when we went in. But that hardly seemed to matter as we trudged our way back to the Pokemon Center.

We were all absorbed in what had gone on today. The entire fortune-telling thing seemed almost like a gag, but there had to be a truthfulness somewhere in it. At least that's what I thought. How else would that Kadabra have known about something happening to me?

There were too many unanswered questions, and not nearly enough time to find all of the answers. It was like trying to find Carmen Sandiego in those games. (What? Never played one of them before?)

It also seemed to me that the Kadabra had more knowledge than he actually let on. How did he know to find us on that street? How did he know that Alex wanted to get her future told to her? But that all comes back to the unanswered question of all time: Was that Kadabra actually a Kadabra? Or some other deity come to test me?

We entered the Pokemon center, and James searched for his Pokedex. "I know I left it in my pocket somewhere…" He searched both of his pockets, and then started to search his backpack. "Here it is!" he almost yelled triumphantly, but caught himself because people were already asleep.

He gave the Pokedex to the Nurse at the desk, and she gave him a room key. "Third room in the left hallway," she told us. "Make sure to keep it down. Some people are trying to sleep."

The two trainers walked down the hall, myself trailing behind them. I never quite noticed how I had gotten onto the ground, but it didn't matter. James turned the key in the door, and we walked inside.

The rooms of a Pokemon center might seem like they'd be something, but they aren't. There is a desk with a small lamplight on it, facing the windows so that you could not possibly concentrate on what they were working on. There also was a bookshelf, with nothing but tips on battling and raising your Pokemon. No 'Romeo and Juliet' here.

The TV that they provide for you was actually smaller than the desk, and they put on top of the rooms only dresser, directly across from the bed. It was basically a hotel room for trainers who didn't have the cash to stay at the actual hotels.

The TV was on when we walked in. It was on some soap opera, and Alex quickly changed the channel to a news station. "Tonight's headline: Killer finally caught after years of avoiding police."

This seemed to catch the attention of the entire group, and I know why. "Alfred Winston has finally been captured after getting away with over forty killings and had a hand in over twenty more. He was on the run for four years, skipping over to a new region after the police got close to catching him."

We listened intently on the news now, because the picture shown of the man was of the same man we met near the woods. "He was captured after a couple of kids and some of their Pokemon stopped him from killing them. The Pokemon given the most credit for his capture, however, was a newborn Cyndaquil who had heard the man get up and start to walk over to his trainer and his trainer's friend. More on the story after the break."

The news people had to have ears everywhere if they knew what exactly happened, or else the two trainers had told them after we got to Oldale. Which was another thing; I was unconscious when we got here.

The news had cut to the commercial, and James turned the TV off. He got onto the bed, and I saw Alex preparing a sleeping bag on the floor. I jumped onto the bed, suddenly aware that I was tired, and almost instantly I was asleep.

The endless darkness stretched out before me much like it had times before. I was growing accustomed to seeing it, and of meeting a legendary Pokemon every time I was there.

"Boy? Are you awake yet?" I heard the female voice ask. I turned, wondering what legendary would have such a voice, and came face-to-face with another Pokemon. It was floating off the ground with its orange wings, which were decorated with dots of color. It's head and body were both blue, reminding me of Naru. "Masquerain, at your service."

I stared at her, wondering why she was visiting me, when she spoke again, her voice sounding very high-pitched. "How're you? Enjoying the new life?"

"How do you know about that?" I asked, wondering if she might be the same type of creature as that Kadabra.

"Word gets around when you serve whom I do, boy. And that person happens to be none other than Celebi." She fluttered her wings in the ensuing silence, until she noticed that I wasn't going to comment. "Well, anyway," she began, "I'm here to administer another one of your tests. Just like the others before myself did."

"Others?" This Pokemon was confusing me, and that started to piss me off, almost exactly the way Azelf had pissed me off. "What do you mean by others?"

"Do you think the gods would actually come to administer tests to you? No, that was us; the creatures that follow Celebi. You could say we might be considered… titans. We help Celebi test you, for you have a special interest from him."

I decided quickly to ask a question, "How many gods have I actually met?"

"Two," was the nonchalant reply. "Three if you count having Mew want you dead after learning your are reborn."

"That's why Celebi is testing you," she continued. "You might not need to be dead, and Celebi doesn't like how Mew is acting." The creature, the titan, paused. I tried to organize my thoughts. "That Kadabra you met earlier was another one of us, but he serves Mew. So does Azelf, come to think of it, but Azelf could leave Mew any time."

I didn't like to think that something as powerful as Mew wanted me dead, but after everything that already happened in my life seems to point to a creature with unimaginable power that would want me dead. That, and Celebi helped me recover my life after I had died again. I really couldn't think bad of him.

"You need to wake up," the Masquerain told me. I snapped to attention, and she continued speaking. "Celebi has your back, boy. Remember that, and you should be able to survive your journey. So trust in him, and leave the rest to us." I felt a numbness in my body as the darkness faded, and I couldn't help but wonder: what exactly was the test that Masquerain had administered?

Yes, I am good at confusing the heck out of poor Andrew. He wants to believe that Celebi helped him, which he did. He also believes that Mew wants to kill him. Which he does. Or does he? Does Celebi want to help Andrew? Am I paranoid because I know where this is going? Or am I just toying with you, so that you don't know what to believe? Tell me, please; because I don't know.

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