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TheEspeon

We weren't woken by Loudred's screams the next morning, like usual. Instead Wylie and Austin gently prodded us awake. Well, Heather, Jared, and me, anyway. We quietly tip-toed out, leaving Dark to sleep. Everyone knew he needed it.

"So, what's going on?" I asked, then yawn.

"Someone wanted to see Team Song, so we were sent to get you guys," Wylie explained.

"So we are to go to Wigglytuff's room, right?" Heather asked.

"You guessed it," Austin said. "They won't tell us who, though."

"You guys don't have to guide us, you know," Jared declared. "We know where to go."

"Yes," Wylie said as he started climbing the ladder. "But we've been told to wait outside his room, anyway, so we're going as well."

"Alright," Jared shrugged, then followed up after Wylie. I watched for a second before climbing myself, Carry and then Austin after.

We head into Wigglytuff's room, Wylie and Austin waiting outside.

TheEspeon

The figure standing next to Chatot and Wigglytuff has pink hair and a pale, blueish-white body. Heather and Jared gasped as they saw her.

"What? Who is she?" I demanded.

"Th-that's Mespirit," Jared got out. "Sh-she's a legendary pokemon."

"Okay..." I muttered. Whateverthatmeans.

"Which one of you is Dark?" the pokemon asked.

"Uh, none of us," I told her. "Dark's still asleep."

"Why? Doesn't Loudred usually wake you up?" Then she face-palmed, realizing," Oh, that's right. He only learned of his mother's death yesterday. Or re-learned, I should say."

"What?" all three of us demanded.

"He didn't tell you?" Mespirit inquired. "Well, now you know. His mother died when he was five."

"Oh," we all mumbled.

"Too bad I have to give him a worse memory today, something he still hasn't gotten over," Mesprit continued. "I wonder if he still remembers his father's and sister's faces from yesterday's memory implant. Well, I guess he would because- Nevermind. Go get Dark for me, will you three?"

"Can it wait until tomorrow?" I ask her. "Dark's pretty beat up right now. Mentally, I mean."

Mesprit shrugged. "I have no idea."

"What do you mean, you have no idea?" Jared asked. "I mean, aren't you supposed to know everything?"

"Oh, no, no," Mesprit said. "That's my sister, Uxie, who you'll meet later. I mean what I say. I have no idea how long we can afford to wait. It's better that we just get him back his memories as soon as possible. Once he has all the major ones back, the rest will slowly find themselves in his brain. He'll remember how he got over everything then, and the sooner that happens the better." Suddenly Mesprit looked past us and said, "I believe we have a spy on our paws."

"Or two," Chatot muttered. "Guildmaster, I told you we shouldn't have let thosetwokeep watch. I knew they'd listen in."

"That's why I chose them," Wigglytuff declared. "Now come on in, Austin, Wylie."

Whispers could be heard a moment before the two entered.

"Ah, you two. I have heard of both of you," Mesprit said.

"You have?" both asked, surprised.

"Of course. When the time comes, you will show these three and Dark into the future to fix all this," Mesprit said, then slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oops! You weren't supposed to know that yet. Oh, well. What's done is done, Uxie always says to me. Now hurry and get Dark, will you?"

Wylie and Austin stood frozen, neither able to figure out exactly what the hell was going on.

"I'll do it," I said, and walked out. Once out of sight, I pinched myself. Yep, I realized, stillawake.

And so I walked back to our room.

TheAll-KnowingPerson (ThirdPerson, justthoughtI'dmakeitsoundcooler)

"Dark? Dark, wake up," a voice told him softly. Suchagentlevoice, he realized in his state of half-awakeness. ItsoundsalmostlikeCarry, butit'sprobablyHeather.

He didn't budge from his bed. Yesterday he had mastered the act of clearing his mind, of not thinking the painful thoughts that immediately came to him. That morning he didn't look forward to the sunshine or to the happy chatter of the other pokemon at the guild. He didn't want to leave the darkness of his nest. Plus, he was cold and he didn't want to be warm right then, just wanted to stay in this cold, swallowing darkness.

That's when Carry sighed and pushed him off the bed of hay and straw.

TheUmbreon

"Ow," I muttered as I hit the floor.

"Dark, what's wrong with you?" Carry asked me, sticking her face close to mine in order to see his face.

I immediately covered my face with my paws and said, "Leave me alone."

"Dark. Seriously. Look at yourself. You've been swallowed by depression," Carry said. "And Mesprit wants to see you. She says she's got a worse memory."

I forced myself to sit up at look at her. "What could be worse than re-living your mother's death?"

"Apparently she's got something for you. Now come on," Carry said, standing. "And Dark?"

"Yeah?" I asked, reluctantly getting up as well.

"I'm sorry," she said to me, and walked out.

I followed her and asked, "What for?"

"Because this sucks," she said. "Your name is 'Dark.' That has to mean something pretty bad has happened to you, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"And what hurts the most isn't that she's dead. It's that you had hope and it was destroyed, brutally and relentlessly, and not even on purpose," Carry told me.

"Exactly. Exactly my feelings. How did you know?" I wondered.

"Because I had hope, too," she whispered just as we entered Wigglytuff's room.

I look up and meet eyes with Mesprit. That's when I hear the song again, and that's when I faint.

(Below is Dark's memory. Usually it would be in italics, but fanfiction likes to group erase the spaces between the italic words, like this, but I hope you enjoy the part anyway!)

My father and I huddle in the corner with my sister, Them coming closer. There's three of Them, and they wanted us. Why? I had no idea.

"No!" I screech as they snatch my screaming sister from my young arms and head over to take her into the van. I scream again as they start coming back.

"No! Please!" my father cries. "Take me instead, not them!"

"You know you ain't valuable," one of Them snickers. He pulls a gun from his pocket. I feel my eyes widen. They were going to kill me.

But I was wrong. He shot my father in the forehead, him crying to save my sister and I. I touched my forehead and realized his blood had splattered onto me. I screamed again.

A big guy came up to me, stared down into my trembling face. "The name's Craig. Remember it, kid. One day I'll kill you, but not today. They told me that it ain't time yet, that if you die now yet another will be Celebi's chosen."

He walked to the van and then entered it. After a few moments the van started speeding away. I got up and I ran the opposite direction, knowing I was unable to follow a car. I ran far, far away, as far as I could go...

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