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The Adventure Saga

Enlightening the Soul

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He was stupid, and he would admit that. Maybe, if he thought more intelligently, he wouldn't be in the situation he was in right now. What if he made his escape stealthier? What if he checked to see who was on guard duty? What if he went to a hospital or stole some medicine before going after Cyndaquil?

The world, Silver knew, was full of 'what ifs'. But asking 'what is I did this' or 'what if I did that' would not help him with the fact that he was literally bleeding to death. The irony of it all. He manages to snatch a rare starter and a pokédex from two idiotic professors and now he was due to die from blood loss.

The world, he had decided, must have some sick sense of humor. Lets see how much we can fuck with Silver today! Is probably what they are saying. He wouldn't be surprised if this day, like so many others, would be just another day in his life. Horrible enough to make any normal person want to commit suicide, if, well, he wasn't already dying of blood loss.

But Silver was no normal person. He'd be damned before he died by anyone's hand, much less his own. He laughed at suicide. He laughed at the people who committed suicide. Weak, spineless fools who couldn't deal with the hurdles of life. He hated the weak. He hated them.

Slowly, he lifted up his hand, seeing that the glove he wore was stiff with dried blood, but didn't seem to be damp with any new, fresh blood. Silver would not say he was exactly an optimist, hell, he wasn't an optimist, period. But he had to admit that, perhaps Arceus wasn't completely laughing at him. The bleeding had stopped, after all.

Letting out a grunt, he tried standing again. He managed to get to his knees, but then felt the cut reopen again, warm blood trickling down his side. Silver cursed, laying down again. So moving was out of the option. He ran his hands across his pokéballs. He could always rely on his pokémon for help... but not his Cyndaquil. He was sure the fire-type was not completely loyal to him yet, and had no doubt he would run off to the professor as soon as he got the chance. With a hiss, he pushed himself into sitting position, leaning against the tree and tilting his head back, making sure to focus on anything to keep awake. He wasn't sure that, if he fell asleep, if he would be able to wake up again.

Suddenly, something covered the eye slits in his mask. Fingers. Instinctively, he snatched the wrist and twisting, electing a small squeak of pain from whoever somehow managed to sneak up on him. Whoever it was did not remove her-judging from the voice- hand, his vision still obscured.

"I-I'm sorry, Silver. You were just sitting here, and I was wondering what you looked like..." his grip tightened as he recognized Lyra's voice. "You're hurting me."

"Don't touch the mask." he growled. He couldn't risk her seeing his face. What if she reported him? Slowly, he released his grip on her hand, and she pulled back.

"You still need help. Why haven't you gone to a hospital yet?"

"I wanted to get to Violet City." he said, feeling the teenaged girl pull at the zipper on his jacket. he scowled, trying to pull her hands away. "Don't touch me."

"You're bleeding!" Lyra exclaimed.

"I don't need your help." he said. Lyra ignored him, and continued to stubbornly pull at the zipper on his jacket till it fell loose around his shoulders. She pulled up his shirt, examining the bandages he wrapped haphazardly around his waist.

"Arceus... How did you treat this?" Lyra asked. He wanted so badly to give her his signature glare, but knew she wouldn't be able to see it behind his mask. He glared anyways, hoping that somehow she could feel his anger. Somehow, though, he figured her huge, naive chestnut eyes wouldn't be affected by the glare even with his mask off.

"Hn." he said, completely brushing off her question. Lyra began unwrapping the badly done medical job, studying the gash on his side. She blinked, turning her head to the side. She dug through her bag, pulling out a washcloth and a water bottle. She poured the water onto the washcloth, and began to press it to the gash. Silver hissed, smacking her hand away. Lyra's face twisted into a frown.

"Stop that! I've gotta clean it out before I go an try to help you!"

"I said I don't want your help!" he retorted sharply, making a move to stand up, but hissing as his gash stung with the sudden movement. Lyra eased him back down. Silver expected a smug look of 'I told you so', but no. Her face expressed worry. Concern. Surprised by this and the fact he was basically sapped of strength, Silver allowed the girl to continue cleaning the injury. He studied her intently, trying to figure out why she was helping him. Did she want something from him? But what could she want? He didn't have anything worth stealing item wise. Money? He was broke. He widened his eyes. Maybe she wanted him to return the Cyndaquil and pokédex. Or even worse, to turn him in! "I'm not returning Cyndaquil, I hope you know that." She blinked, and pulled out what he recognized as a potion. Raising an eyebrow, he spoke. "Is that a potion? Aren't those supposed to be used on pokémon?"

"Don't worry, they're safe for humans!" Lyra said.

"What is it going to do?"

"It'll clear away an infection, like a disinfection spray, only, without the sting!" she smiled. "Plus, it'll stop the bleeding! Now hold still!" then she sprayed it up and down the cut, and surprisingly, the pain and bleeding lessened considerably, to the point where he felt he could stand. He didn't, though.

"I was serious, you know." Silver said as she re-wrapped the cut with fresh bandages. "I don't have any items, plus I'm broke. If you think I'm going to return Cyndaquil or let you turn me in..." Lyra blinked, this time, and smiled. Swiftly, she reached up, snatching the mask away from his face so quickly he didn't get time to stop her this time. He jerked back, accidentally smacking his head against the tree he was leaning against.

"As far as I remember, they're searching for a red-headed teenage boy wearing a 'joker-like mask'." She tossed the mask to the side, out of sight. "And all I see is a red-headed teenage boy with silver eyes, no mask to be seen!" Silver blinked, his face twisting into a scowl.

"You make no sense." he decided on saying, pushing himself up.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "Where're you going?"

"Violet City." he responded. Lyra raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, it's getting dark! You shouldn't be traveling at night!" she exclaimed. He glared at her. "Especially if you're injured."

"And what are you gonna do to stop me?" Silver demanded, knowing he couldn't stick around Cherrygrove or New Bark for to long. He had to be one step ahead of the cops, with or without his 'joker-like mask'. Lyra pouted for a moment, before hopping up.

"I'll just follow you to Violet! I wanted to make sure you get into a hospital to get that checked! I may be able to perform the basic medical procedure, but I'm no Dayna Yellow and I don't have intensive medical knowledge. You should just get it checked to be safe, okay?" Silver scowled slightly. The last thing he needed was this weakling, who won simply because of luck, to follow him around just to make sure he got to Violet safely and went to a hospital. So, in response, he turned, and walked towards the woods.

"I'm going to get firewood. Since we're close to a body of water, it's going to be cold at night." Lyra nodded in agreement.

"I think I've got some extra blankets. I'll lend some to you!" she exclaimed happily, digging through her bag. Silver smirked, walking away.

Stupid, naive girl.

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Lyra was irritated, the next morning, when Silver failed to show up without any firewood. He completely ditched her! It wasn't that she was angry... but she was annoyed that he lied.

"Ma-reep? Reep?" Lyra looked down and smiled at the little sheep that walked along side her, Chikorita safely tucked away in her pokéball.

"Aw, Mareep, you're so cute!" Lyra exclaimed, scooping up the small, recently caught electric type in a hug, burying her face into the sheep's fluffy, soft fur. Mareep responded with a positive exclamation of her name.

"Hey, Lyra!" she turned towards Krys, and grinned at her childhood friend jogged up to her.

"Hey! You look different." Lyra said, glancing over her new outfit. She wore black and yellow athletic shorts, a red tank top covered by a white, cut off jacket, and, of course, sneakers. Her white backpack on her shoulders, and pokégear around her neck while a yellow cap sat atop her head. "You usually are wearing those skirts and lab coats!"

"That's only when I'm working as Prof. Elms assistant. Can you imagine me capturing pokémon in a skirt?" Krys smirked.

"So how's your progress on the pokédex?" Lyra asked casually, walking through the city next to her. Krys smiled.

"Very well. I've captured every pokémon from New Bark to here, though I plan on sending them to Prof. Oaks laboratory if I don't want to add them as a part of my team."

"Do you have anything other than Tododile?" Krys shook her head.

"No. nothing that I want as of yet."

"Oh. Well, this is Mareep!" Lyra said, holding up the pokémon. Krys examined him expectantly.

"I don't have a Mareep yet." she said. "I planned on staying her for a few hours to rest up and eat before moving on."

"I wanted to head to the gym... but I have to get approval from the Elder in Sprout Tower first." Lyra said, looking over at the small bridge that led to the tower. Krys smiled.

"I ran into Ethan on the way here." she said. "He seemed to be surprised that neither of us came across you. Evading us?"

"Nah, just... traveling at night! Yeah, that's all." Lyra said, trying to hide the fact that she came across Silver and helped him. Krys raised an eyebrow.

"We found the mask he wore. Apparently he ditched it, somehow finding out that we were searching for a masked teenager." she said. "I wonder how he figured out this information?"

"Who knows?" Lyra shrugged with a laugh. "He must be very sly."

"Lyra, did you encounter him in the forest?" Krys asked, putting on the most serious and intimidating face she could manage.

"Nope! Not at all!" Lyra exclaimed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I got a town elder to defeat! See you!" then she bolted. Krys stared after her form, watching as she entered the tower. Her pokégear rang from around her neck, and she answered it.

"Hey Ethan. Yeah I found her." she paused, listening to his exclamations of relief. "Ethan, listen. I think Lyra ran into this 'Silver' character..."

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When Silver first entered the shrine, he was immediately bombarded by monks who wanted to shave his head and call him 'the one with cold eyes'. Almost instantly he rejected this, upon which he was challenged to a battle. Their bellsprout were easily defeated with his Cyndaquil and Sneasle. It was so easy, he almost laughed. But he did not, because Silver did not laugh.

As he plowed through monks, most who practically begged him to join them, he finally reached the elder, whom seemed to be blind, but somehow still knew of him and his presence. A challenge? Please. He plowed through him just as easily. Silver did, however, listen to the Elder as he chastised him.

"You are indeed skilled as a trainer. As promised, here is your TM. But let me say this: You should treat your Pokémon better. The way you battle is far too harsh. Pokémon are not tools of war..." Silver rolled his eyes, and snatched the device away. He turned, raising his eyebrows at the sight of Lyra.

"Hey, Silver!" she exclaimed happily. "You ditched us in the forest, but that's okay! You probably wanted to get the cut checked as soon as possible, which is totally understandable! How are you feeling? And how's Cyndaquil? Is he doing fine? Well, of course he's doing fine, you just beat the Elder! You're probably planning on taking the gym challenge, right? Anyways-" she was cut off as he slapped his black-gloved hand over her mouth.

"Please. Do us all a favor and shut up." he said, a temple throbbing on his head. His hand dropped to his side. Then he crossed his arms, scowling. "Humph! He claims to be the Elder," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the older man, who was currently using revives and potions to heal his fainted pokémon. "But he's weak. It stands to reason, proves my point."

"Wha? What point?" Lyra asked. Silver scowled, looking at her and then glancing at her Mareep that looked about as weak as its trainer.

"I'd never lose to fools who babble about being nice to pokémon." he responded. "I only care about strong pokémon that can win. I really could care less about weak pokémon. All they do is get in the way of my goals." He shoved past her, shoving his hands in his pockets. He felt her staring at him as he left, but he shrugged it off. Faintly, he heard the Elder greeting her. Faintly, he heard shouts and commands of battles. And faintly, he may have imagined it, since he had already maneuvered himself down to the bottom of the tower, but oh so faintly, he swore he heard Lyra's happy exclamation of victory.

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I guess it was kinda short, but I hope you enjoyed it! More of a filler, if anything!

Amy47101 signing off! ^.^