Note, I am listening to Rue's lullaby and I am crying. I read the whole book yesterday (Even though I got it yesterday) and I seriously want to cry. Rue was my favorite character...

Well, I am not going to write sadness into my story (Yet). But when I actually do write something sad, I am going to listen to this first. It gives a sense of sadness... If only Rue lived...

~READ~

Oh and in the story, I mention snowdrops. Well, most people think they just smell like melted snow but I have a friend who has an extremely strong nose and he says that it smells somewhat like a mixture of honeysuckle and watermelon. Trust me. He can smell a banana from the other side of the school, and thats pretty far. Poor him during soccer, all the sweatiness. I shouldn't have brought Durian that day.

~Mysterious and Mischievous Seasons~

Kellyn rushed over to walk with Winter, not scared if everyone will spread rumors of him being Winter's associate in crime.

"Winter, You do know that people are scowling and avoiding you, right?" Kellyn whispered.

"I know." Winter responded loudly, not caring if anyone heard her, and kept walking.

Kellyn stared at her nervously at the corner of his eye as he faced forward and walked beside her.

"You don't seem to care if people listen to us, do you?"

Winter stopped suddenly and swung around to face Kellyn.

"I don't know what people have told you, but I am not the type of person to care of what others think. Their opinions are useless because they don't change me, and I wont try to change myself. Even if they think i'm a suspect, what reason do they have to suspect me? And does it matter?"

"It actually does matter if you don't want to end up behind bars!" Kellyn retorted. 'What the hell is she thinking?'

"I won't." Winter said dangerously, walking through the courtyard again.

Her hair brushed Kellyns face as she turned around.

'Snowdrops...'

Kellyn felt blood rush to his cheeks and he ran into the school building, not wanting anyone to see him blush.

'What was that?' He asked himself.

Winter walked all the way to the pledge stone. She had to search the school top to bottom if she wanted to find any more clues.

'If only I had gadgets.' She thought. 'I would be able to see if there is any psychic energy running around. But I don't, which means that if there is any energy, it would disappear in 5 days at least. I could ask Isaac to help me make one, but it would still probably take more than just 5 days. But if i'm lucky, the energy will stay for a few days longer. But, I shouldn't risk anything... Ugh! So many Buts!'

Winter racked her brain, trying to come up with a solution. Then it hit her. 'How about Elaine? I don't want to trick her, but if I want to keep my investigation a secret, i'm gonna have to.'

Winter sat down on the pledge stone and rested her head in her palm. 'How am I possibly going to have her help me make a machine like that without telling her my secret? It's not possible! Plus, she is too busy to help me out!'

"...If only I could tell her..."

A small ruffling noise thumped behind a bush that caused Winter to swoop around cautiously.

"Who's there! ?" Winter yelled.

Strange chuckling was heard, and Winter was freaking out.

This voice sounded strangely familiar to Winter, but what she was more scared of, was the shattered blade she found with blood.

'B-but Kate wasn't cut!'

Dumbly, Winter shakily reached over to the shattered pieces, and before she even touched the shattered cutlass, a shadow shot out of it.

"AUGH!"

Winter fell backwards as pain surged through her nerves.

He hand was cut straight across her palm, bleeding immensely.

The cut was so deep, but how was she just cut?

She didn't even touch it! How was it possible that she didn't touch the fragments, yet she was brought with this wound?

Was this the same thing that happened to Kate?

If so, something very terrible is about to happen.

"Damnit." Winter cursed. "If this happened to Kate then...Why did she...not have...cuts..."

Winter, before she fell unconscious, hear a low whisper. "You will never meet The Seasons. I won't allow it."

Kellyn felt horrible. He just ran away from Winter. Though she may haven't noticed that the action was supposed to be hurtful (Or she didn't care) It still hurt Kellyn that he did that.

"Im such an idiot. What I did was completely rude!" He scolded himself. He always grew up with manners. He just started getting used to the poor mannered people here, and he just began fitting in. Laughing at the right times, pouting at the right times. It wasn't like that before.

"I must remember to have SOME manners! I refuse to put on such a childish act like that again." He sighed and stood up, ready to go apologize to Winter.

'Im going to face it.' He thought. 'I am going to walk up to Winter and face her disappointment, no matter how much I hate it when people disapprove of me.'

Kellyn exited the building, jogging down left, remembering that Winter was walking towards that direction.

When he got there, he found long stairs heading down to even greener grass than the grass close to the school building.

'Was this a place that Winter was going to show me on the tour? Most likely, but why does it matter?'

Kellyn tried to look over the cliffside, but couldn't see anything. A large oak tree blocked his view, so he decided to walk down to see better.

He walked down slowly towards the lower ground, before hearing the gold bell that sat over the school building ring.

'Class is starting. I'll meet up with Winter after class.' He thinks to himself, running back up the stairs and towards the school building.

As Kellyn ran off, A boy, about Kellyns age, with golden hair and sea blue eyes springs out of the oak tree and lands onto the stairs.

He had white boots and orangey-white pants that tied up at the end, and a white T-shirt with a light blue hoodie over.

"He took the wrong path..." The mysterious boy says, shaking his head in disappointment.

The boy looks over to the tree and jumps back in, climbing down the trunk and running towards Winter.

He crouched down to get a better look at her face.

Snowy skin, red rose lips, and black-brown hair with hazel eyes...or so it seems.

The boy opens Winters eyelids and takes out two colored eye contacts, revealing her true eyecolor. Or, Eye colors.

One eye gold, the other silver.

"She is already at her full potential. The paths are opening up. I wonder, which one she will choose?"

He puts her contacts back in and with that, the boy disappears while grinning mischievously.

Kellyn sat in class, nervously tapping his fingers on the desk.

'What happened to Winter? The teacher must be wondering that. No doubt. She's tapping her fingers on the chalk she's holding.'

Kellyn continued his own tapping, getting even more nervous by every thought. 'What if she's frozen like her friend Kate?' He thought, tapping even louder. 'What if she got kidnapped? Or if she is-' He stopped his thoughts and tapping. What was he thinking? 'I am acting so pessimistic! Just because of one crime, I freak out like hell over life! Its not like its going to effect everything in the school, so I should relax...But...I can't...UGH! I GIVE UP!'

Kellyn abruptly stood up, making the class jump slightly.

"Ms. April, may I please go and look for Winter." He asked, or more like commanded.

Ms. April sighed in relief. "I was hoping someone would ask. I was getting worried myself."

Kellyn nods and walks out of the classroom calmly, seconds before running towards the stairs.

When he got over the the stairs, the oak tree was gone, and Kellyn got a full view of what was near the pledge stone.

"W...WINTER!" He yelled, sprinting down the stairs and sitting by her side.

He shook her violently, saying her name over and over.

"Winter! Winter, wake up! Please! Come one Winter!"

The mysterious boy appeared again, not letting Kellyn see him.

He sat atop the pledge stone, shaking his head in disappointment. 'He's too late. It will be a looong time before she-' Before the boy finished his thought, Winter slowly opened her eyelids, taking him aback. 'Impossible! This boy took the wrong path! She shouldn't be awake unless...Unless he already...heh...' The boy smirked, realizing his mistake. 'What an interesting twist.'

Winter slowly moved her hands, eyes half open, and turned her head.

"Kellyn?" She asked.

Kellyn blushed. She looked...Different somehow.

Kellyn nodded, telling her that it was indeed him.

Winter slowly picked herself up, but fell dizzily.

"H-here. Let me help." Kellyn offers a hand and picks her up gently to her feet.

"Thank you."

Kellyn smiled then frowned. 'Why do I feel something weird on her hand?'

He opened up Winters palm and took a deep breath. A large cut was grazed across her palm, which probably stung like hell.

"I have to take you to the infirmary!"

"What?" Winter exclaimed, Snapping out of her half-daze. "No! I won't go!"

"Why? Your bleeding! Are you trying to kill yourself? Was this an attempt for suicide?"

"Hell no! Someone else did this! And it doesn't matter! This is a clue, and If it gets healed, I won't be able to help Kate!"

'She's right about the clue part. But I'm not sure that she gets why its a clue.' The mysterious boy thought. 'Oh well, she will find out soon enough. Lets hope soon. I want to meet her already.'

Winter stubbornly yanked her hand out of Kellyns grip and folded her arms. "I wont go!" She said, turning her head. Then words flashed through her head. Your too stubborn to solve this crime.

Kellyn sighed. "Winter, I don't want to force you, but you really do need to fix that hand and bandage it up. It not like it will heal immediately anyways. Can I at least stop the bleeding?"

Winter felt ashamed. Was it this hard to change her personality? She was so stubborn, and a little rude as well.

Winter held out her hand, head hanging.

"Sure...Im sorry for being so stubborn and rude..."

Kellyn smiled sweetly and took her other hand to pull her up the stairs.

'Hm...Maybe The Seasons fate is going to be broken...Winter, you are up for an adventure...a long one.' The mysterious boy inwardly laughed. 'Just wait until you crack this case. You may change fate. You may actually save the Besprobes. Those frozen mortals...'

Winter looked back to the pledge stone, feeling as if someone is watching her.

When she saw nothing, she knew she must have been imagining it.

When the two students reached the school building, Ms. Aprils whole classroom was outside, waiting for the two.

"Oh thank goodness! I thought something happened- OH MY ARCEUS!" Ms. April screamed at the sight of Winters hand.

"Oh, sweetie! What happened to you?"

Kellyn tugged Winter slightly closer to him, and she wondered why. "May I please take Winter to the infirmary to treat to her wound?"

"Oh, Janice can do-"

"Janice usually is feeding the bidoof at this time." Winter interrupt.

"..." Ms. April thought about it then finally agreed to have Kellyn treat to Winters hand.

"Thank you Ms. April." Kellyn bowed politely then rushed into the building.

He guided Winter upstairs as he spoke to her.

"Winter, tell me what happened. You said you didn't cut yourself, so who did?"

Winter paused. '...Who did? Or more like, What did. The blade cut me without moving, and I know I didn't touch it.'

"The shattered blade." Winter replied.

Kellyn gave her a funny look. "So you cut yourself by ac-"

"No! I didn't even touch it! I was going to, but I didn't! It just somehow cut me across the palm." Winter exclaimed.

Kellyn froze in place. 'What?' He thought. 'How could you get cut by a blade without touching it?'

Winter noticed his puzzled look, and she took the chance to explain.

"Kellyn, I need help to build a machine that can measure psychic energy. I have a feeling that whoever is causing these strange mishaps is someone who can manipulate psychic energy, and that can cause a lot of trouble for me. It would be best to know about it so I am at least a step ahead."

"Wait, You think thats the reason you have a cut on your hand? Psychic energy?"

Winter nodded. "Think this, A psychic pokemon would be able to rip skin of a human easily."

"But you didn't get cut by the skin, your cut's so deep its almost to the bone!"

"And thats why I need the machine!"Winter said happily, grinning like an idiot.

She started to walk towards the library in a rush, leaving Kellyn. (Almost.)

"W-wait! Your hand!"

The little snickering from the mysterious boy came again.

'She's on a lead. Very smart for a mortal.' The boy thought, appearing on the stairs. 'She is going down a good path. But she must remember that there is no right or wrong paths. Just good or bad. Not to mention that there are multiple. Not just one or two. I wonder how she will be able to handle this.'

"What do you think of this?" The boy asked, as a tall girl with pink, curly hair, tied up in a ponytail, and forest green eyes appeared. She wore Combat boots with army pants and a white tank-top with a black leather jacket.

"This? Heh, I have a feeling that she may create paths herself." She said, flicking a lock of hair from her tan face.

'What?' The boy gave his friend a strange look. "What do you mean?"

The girl smirked. "Unlike you, I can see the future. You can only see the paths people can take. What I see, is that she can create paths that are right."

"But there is no-"

"Right or wrong paths? I know. But, there will be." The girl smirked at the blue eyed boys face. He was dumbstruck.

"...Then this girl has power beyond even The Seasons reach."

"Right you are. Good job." With that, the pink haired girl swayed away. 'Not just far beyond The Seasons reach though. Far more than just that.' She then disappeared in the darkness, leaving the boy to watch over.

"...I have a feeling that is going to make leader interested. And when he's interested, he will do something crazy. Hope he doesn't drag me along."

The boy sighed and dragged himself towards the nearest chair, sitting down lazily. 'I'm so tired...Jeez. I hate to do this but when time comes for it-.'

The boy looked out the window and pointed his finger at the sun, and his body began to glow a faint yellowish-orange.

"Better." He said, putting his hand back down. "Now to follow that girl. Can't she stay still?"

The boy sighed and got up, slightly annoyed at being the only one following Winter. "Couldn't Pink-hair do it?"

He ran off to seek Winter, and he found her in the library talking to Isaac, hand already bandaged up.

"Isaac, When do you think you will be able to make a machine like this? And how long?"

"About a week and a half or so. Its not easy to make something like that. Plus I am going to need materials. And don't forget class."

"Ugh! Thats too long! The energy would be gone by then!"

"Unless its extremely strong." Kellyn added, and that gave Winter an idea.

"Isaac, instead of a machine that measures energy, can you tell me how long it would take to make a machine that tells you if there is energy at all?"

"Thats all? Pft! Thats easy! Two days tops! And an hour at least."

Winter smiled. "Great! Can you make that then after you can make the measuring one?"

"Why would you need both?" Isaac asked.

Winter snickered slightly. "You'll see." She said mysteriously. "Well, its getting late. I assume you are going to the basement with Mr. Kincaid?"

"Wait, WHAT?" Kellyn yelled. 'I thought you would get detention if you go there!'

"Kellyn, no need to yell. Isaac was asked to go with Mr. Kincaid. As for I, I have detention. I will be going to the principles office. See ya."

"...Now I wish I had that excuse..." Kellyn said aloud.

"Huh?"

"Nothing!"

Winter gave him a funny look but shrugged it off and rushed to the principles office.

'She said she has detention. Thats...Very surprising. But that gives me time to slack off at least. I don't feel like following her.' The strange boy thought. 'I'll just follow the brown haired boy. He's probably more interesting.'

Kellyn sighed and walked out of the library casually, slightly annoyed, angry, and tired.

"I think I'm going to go meet new people...So I can live in this school."

The mysterious boy snickered. 'I can't blame him though. He does need some NEW friends who aren't crazy on this case. So he can be normal.'

Kellyn rushed up the stairs and entered the boys dorm, being greeted by a disgusting smell.

Kellyns face crumbled up like a paper snowball and he felt faint. 'What the freaking hell is this! Somethings dead in here!' He thought.

He could tell that thats what the other boys were thinking too. They all were coughing, and some were falling unconscious!

' Why are people falling unconscious? It isn't that ba... ... ... AW CRAP!'

Kellyn ran out of the dorm and opened all the windows in the food court.

The mysterious boy didn't mind the stench though.

'Hmmm... *Sigh* Its the smell of rotten fruit and that fruit that really smells but isn't rotten. Whats it called again? I don't remember, but it tastes pretty good...I have a feeling that Pink-hair did this. Jeez, that woman.'

The boy walked over to the air vent, and a green and pink mist was pouring out of it.

'A pink mist with a green one encircling it. Yep, Pinky did this. That woman better have a reason to do this...'

He looked at the boys around him and saw nothing to his concern. Maybe it had something to do with Kellyn.

The boy sighed and rushed towards the window where Kellyn was, sticking his head out to breathe.

"Oh my god. That reeked! It smelled like Durian!"

'So thats what its called. Wait, how'd the boy know that? He has a pretty good nose if he can match with a season. Was that what Pinky was looking for? Or did she already know and just wanted to tell me? Eh, doesn't matter. All that matters now is that Pinky knows too.'

The blue eyed boy looked at a nearby hanging clock.

'That late already? That Winter girl is probably free to go by now.'

The boy sighed for the hundredth time, walking away, fully annoyed.

"That woman better...Ugh, I'm not even going to say it."

"Say what?" Pinky said, appearing out of seemingly nowhere.

"Geez, Pinky, you are one weird woman. No wonder the boss likes you."

Pink-hair felt disgusted . "Ugh, whatever. And stop calling me Pinky!"

"Fine, Pink-hair."

"...Good enough." Pink-hair sighed. "But since you didn't call me by my name, I'll take the opportunity to calling you Goldie Locks."

"Fine by me." Goldie smirked. "Besides, We both know the TRUE story of what happened to that girl, and I enjoyed every minute of it."

Pinky felt a shiver run down her back. "Thats...You are one messed up kid."

Goldie shrugged. "Ah, who cares. You liked watching her fall to her knees and beg before she died in such an hilarious way."

They finally reached Winter, who was at the courtyard, secretly of course, inspecting her wrapped, wounded palm.

"Bye." Pinky said, disappearing. Goldie was left.

"...Isaac better have it ready by now." She said. 'If I get the machine now, I may find some energy lodged inside my palm from that attack.'

"Asked for something?" Isaac said, bonking Winter in the head with a hard cover book lightly.

"Ouch." She said sarcastically. "Well, about time. Hey, whats that book?" Winter asked curiously.

Isaac felt uncomfortable with her expression and tone of voice. He was sure that it was shown on his face.

"What?" Asked Winter, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing, its just that it feels strange that you are talking and making expressions again."

Winter paused for a second. Oh yeah, before she entered this school, she was friends with Isaac. They met when they were nine.

"... ... ... Its like 50 years ago when that happened... so much has changed."

"Yeah." Isaac agreed.

Winter decided to quickly change the subject. "So, mind telling me what the book is already!" She said enthusiastically.

Isaac chuckled. "As if you don't know." He said, showing her the red canvas cover.

"Oh! Wait, thats from your grandmothers study. Won't she be mad? I mean, she DOES study psychic energy, and she needs that book to experiment, doesn't she?"

Isaac rolled his eyes, not caring, and shoved the book in Winters hand, hurting her stomach.

"Jerk." She said, playfully punching him in the stomach slightly harder than attended. "And the machine?"

"Right here." Isaac said, pulling out a red metal box with glowing buttons and a meter on it. A little antenna popped out when you press the green button, which turned it on.

"Why does it have a meter?" Winter asked.

"It's based off of the one that measures energy, but unfortunately, it doesn't measure the energy...yet."

Winter raised an eyebrow. "Yet?"

"You see, In order to get this to measure psychic energy, it will need a small container of Dream Mist."

"But, isn't that stuff from a Musharna or a Muna?"

"Thats right, and they are all the way in Unova, pretty far from here. The fastest way getting there is by plane, but a plane wont be able to deliver any at this time. Skyla, the gym leader who operates the planes, has told a reporter that due to somebody's idiotic act, the plane that flies here fell apart."

"So now the only way is by boat, which is seriously slow."

Isaac nodded.

Winter stared at the ground and remembered something. "You will never meet The Seasons. I won't allow it."

The Seasons? Who are they? WHAT are they? This is just...freaky. Very freaky.

"Isaac, can you search through some book for...The Seasons?"

The mysterious boy's eyes widened in shock. 'WHAT! How does she know about us! T-this is... Oh dear... Boss is having a crazy idea right now. I can feel it. Oh please, don't do something stupid!' Goldie muzzled his hair in irritation. 'Is he really 23 years old in mortal years?'

With that, Goldie sighed and transported back to The Season world.

"Boss." He said, confronting a tall man with pale skin, auburn hair, and honey hazel eyes.

"Ah, Hello. I was waiting for you."

"Boss, if this is one of your crazy plans I-"

"No need to worry." The man smirked. "As long as we can let people see us and not use our powers, we're fine."

Goldie finally felt it dawn to him.

"...So we are going to...dress up like mortals..."

"Not dress up, we already look like them. Just act like them."

"But you're-"

"I will be a teacher. So will your so called 'Pink-hair'. You, will be a transfer student. Enter after I become teacher. I will arrange everything."

Goldie nodded, smirking mischievously. "Yes sir."