A/N: I don't own Pokemon. Otherwise, I'd have a PC that could play MechWarrior Online. And some of the most modded Minecraft in existence simultaneously at 300+ FPS. Thanks for the feedback, the chapters will start getting longer now that stuff is actually going to happen.

Dalton groaned, the buzzing of a clock bringing him painfully out of the wonder of sleep. There was a rustle of motion, and his ear twitched in annoyance. Suddenly, his sister came flying into his room, and leaped on top of him. He rolled over, trying to fall back asleep. However, that's when Lydia, his sister, began shouting.

"Dalton! Wake up! We've got to get to school!"

"Lydia, please. Five more minutes."

"Dalton! We don't have five more minutes! We're going to be late!"

Dalton jolted awake with that. If there was one thing that he didn't want, it was to be late for his first class this semester. Hind legs kicking off his blanket, he scrambled off of his bed, getting to his paws. He looked at the clock, and to his horror, his sister was right. They had ten minutes before the first classes start, barely enough time to get to the school. He darted quickly to the door, grabbing with his mouth the brown sack containing his lunch. The door sensed the chip implanted near the base of Dalton's skull, and slid open with a quiet hiss of hydraulics releasing pressure. He turned his head, shouting to his sister, between the sack in his mouth. "Let's hurry!" He took off, ears near flat against his back. From what he could hear, his little sister was hot on his heels, trying to keep up with him. Instead of taking the elevator like normal, he went directly to the stairwell, leaping onto the rail, sliding down it. He managed to reach the first floor in ten seconds flat. He looked up, to see his sister about halfway down the third flight of stairs. He set his sack down, and called up to her. "Jump up on the rail! I'll catch you if you fall!"

"Are you crazy? I'm not doing that."

"Well, we're going to be late then."

"Fine." Lydia leaped up onto the rail, and began to slide down. When she reached the bottom, she tried to slow down, to no avail. Falling off the end, she crashed into her brother, ending up on top of him. "Well, you were right. You did catch me."

"Come on! We managed to buy about a minute! Let's hurry!"

The duo raced through the lobby of the apartment building, lunches in hand... or mouth, in this case, out into the bustling streets. Avoiding feet and legs of other Pokemon, mechanical and otherwise, they managed to reach Historic Academy. By the time they had stowed their lunches in the storeroom, the bell began to ring. They managed to dart into their respective classes, just as the bell ended.

Dalton looked around at the classroom. There were the familiar faces from last term, as well as several new ones. His closest friend, Timothy, a Chespin, was sitting with an empty desk beside him. Dalton calmly walked to the desk, and sat down, slightly ashamed of almost being late. He looked up to the front of the room, where the teacher, a Metagross, stood, silently waiting.

"Now that you're here, Mr. Dalton, I'll introduce myself. I am Newton, though I expect you all to call me Professor during this term. Now, can any of you explain the mathematical theory behind the equation behind me, and what it's used for?"

Four hours later, Lydia, Timothy, Dalton, and another friend of theirs, a Riolu named Hira, were in the cafeteria, eating their lunch while discussing how classes were so far, and what teachers they had. Dalton started naming off a few. "Professor Newton, the maths teacher, is difficult, Battling Technique with Coach is what it always was, though I've noticed it's gotten even harder for me. I can't wait to have Mythology with Mr. Æthin again." Mr. Æthin was a Jolteon, and well versed in all sorts of legends and stories. It was common rumor that Mr. Æthin was the descendent of a famous explorer from long ago, and that he was forced to memorize those legends by his parents at only a few hours old.

Hira mumbled something, around a mouthful of food. Swallowing, she repeated what she had said. "He's got a new book for our class to go over. Some of the illustrations of the Legendary Pokemon were quite detailed." She smiled, pulling out an apple, before devouring it. "I just can't wait for the school battling tournament. You know how I always enjoy trying out for the team... maybe this term we'll beat those jerks at IRT."

Timothy nodded in agreement. "Hey, Dalton. You should try out this year." Hira and Lydia laughed at Dalton's dismayed face.

"No no no no no... I'm not going to sign up for the battling tournament. I'd do anything, if I could avoid signing up for that." Dalton's ears drooped low over his face. "You know I'm no good fighting. Don't even joke about it. Please."

Timothy put a hand on Dalton's head, ruffling the fur. "Okay. I won't." The bell for the end of lunch rang, and the foursome stood, going to the storerooms for their books.

Two more hours, then it was finally the last class of the day. Dalton carried, in his mouth, a leather strip wrapped around his textbook, letting him carry it without too much difficultly. When he entered the room, he was quite surprised to see not a Jolteon, but rather, a Zoroark, sitting behind the desk at the front of the room. "Who are you?"

The Zoroark smiled kindly. "If you would please take a seat, Dalton, I'll explain to the rest of the class." Dalton did as she told him. The bell for classes to resume rang, and she cleared her throat. "I regret to inform you that Æthin, your Mythology teacher, has decided to take an extended leave of absence, starting at lunch. I have been brought in to teach you Mythology. My name is Mist. I expect you all to call me by that name. Now that pleasantries are out of the way, would someone be so kind enough to tell me where you stopped at the end of last term?"

Dalton cleared his throat, speaking up. "We were beginning to analyze the possibility of the accounts of the Lucario Ironpaw, about the items called Time Gears, and whether or not it was possible for the Legendary Pokemon Darkrai to sabotage the flow of time."

Mist looked at Dalton impressed. "Well done. However, I think I'll give you a break from those accounts. Would you all turn to the final chapter of your textbooks, and I'll get started."

Dalton flipped the pages of his book carefully. Upon reaching the chapter, he looked confused, as did several other students. One of the students raised a paw. "Mist, why are we looking at newer myths? They're not going to be on the final exam, according to Mr. Æthin."

Mist smiles. "You are right. They aren't going to be on the finals. However, there is one trio of Pokemon that I'd like to cover. Who here has heard of the Technology Trio?" No one raised their hands, paws, or other appendages in response. Frowning, Mist continued. "Okay then. The Technology Trio was a group of three Lucario, said to live about two thousand years ago."

Someone in the back of the class raised a paw. "If they are Lucario, why are they even in this book? Mythology deals with Pokemon considered gods. Why them?"

"They were considered gods. Through technology, each one of them managed to achieve different goals. One of the Lucario, named Lux, managed to unlock the secrets of time and space, able to visit different universes. The second, Merlin, created giant, living vehicles, similar to Pokemon. There is an artist rendition of what the Fenris, a Mightyena shaped machine, might have looked like on the fifth page of the chapter. Finally, there was Nightfur. Some say he was part machine himself, others dismiss that as an inaccuracy in documents. A small group of historians actually believe that he died, though somehow came back to life. This Lucario developed machines and technologies, with the goal of aiding both Pokemon and the human race. All three vanished, not a record of their deaths in existence. Now, I want you to analyze this legend, and see what truths you might be able to establish in this."

Dalton thought over what she said. Raising a paw, he spoke up. "The microchips that each Pokemon has implanted in them at hatching these days... they seem to fit with the concept of Lux being able to travel across time and space, while also with the thought that Nightfur was part machine."

Mist nods. "Good. Now, is there anything you think that might contradict this evidence?"

A Fletchling, sitting in the front row of the class, raised up a wing. "No Pokemon has come back to life, without intervention of a greater Legendary Pokemon. So the theory that Nightfur died is out of the question. And several of the recordings of the Technology Trio come from Ironpaw, and we can't be sure about this as several other records by him are still under question."

Mist clapped her paws together. "Well done. You found the link I was hoping you'd find. Several of the accounts about the Trio are from Ironpaw. We know of his writings on encounters of Legendary Pokemon such as Dialga, Palkia, Darkrai, and Cresselia. For one Pokemon to meet so many Legendaries, it throws everything into question." The bell for the end of the school day rang. Mist called out as the students started to stand, heading for the door. "I want a page long paper discussing your view point on the myth of the Technology Trio, with supporting evidence by the end of next week. Enjoy the rest of your day."

The students filled out. Dalton remained sitting there, looking at his book. He finally looked up. "Mist... do you think there is any validity to this legend?"

"Of course. There is always truth in legends, no matter how deeply buried. Besides... I'm related to Nightfur, if my family history is correct."

Dalton sighed, before fitting the leather strap around his book. He started to walk out the door, when Mist spoke up. "How's your mother handling your brother being moved to IRT?" Dalton looked surprised at this.

"She's getting along fine... but how do you know so much about me and my family?"

"I'm not just related to Nightfur, you know. Do you remember that family reunion your father had?"

Dalton shakes his head. "I'm sorry... I don't. I'll ask about it when I get home. See you tomorrow, Mist."

Mist watched Dalton walk out of the classroom. If only he knew just how much the legends were related to him... he'd believe more.

Dalton and Lydia walked home, discussing the work they'd have to do. Dalton kept having the nagging feeling that he was being watched or followed, though each time he glanced over his shoulder, there was no one there. As he walked into the lobby of the apartment building that he lived in, he looked over his shoulder for the last time.

He didn't see the shape of the mechanical Combusken as it slipped into the shadows.

A/N: Well... that took longer than I thought it would. Æthin is not the same Æthin from Nightfur: Memories Awoken. I ran out of ideas, so I just pulled one of my OC names from a metaphorical hat. I'm still in need of names, so please send them in with your reviews. I've got school approaching, so I might have to put this on hold... though I will try to work on this. Gosh... I'm tired. I probably shouldn't have stayed up to watch the first two Transformers movies... well, see you guy's later, and I'll get some sleep.