I felt the need to update this, so I decided, da hell with it! I think it was that Soulsilvershipping bit that I read about in eonentitys Strike Three. Lolz, I'm in such a good mood.

Amy47101 does not own pokémon.

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The Adventure Saga

Enlightening the Soul

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Silver had to ask himself: What the hell was he thinking asking for the help of Krystal and Ethan?

His answer? Nothing. He had no idea why he was asking for help, to save that idiotic Lyra, no less. He was saving Lyra because these guys were ruthless, going no less than to kill. He didn't care if she was Lyra the idiotic naive brat or secretly the daughter of the mayor of Johto. This group, these wannabes, ruined to many peoples lives, including his own.

And besides, he's love to put his fist into Attila's face. He'd enjoy that, he knew. Silver would enjoy that very, very much.

"Hey, Gin," Ethan asked his face set into disappointment, showing exactly how much he disliked the idea of working with him. Silver scowled, wishing that this boy had enough sense to be quiet and remembering that he at least had a clear enough head to give himself a fake name. "So, what're we gonna do once we find Lyra? Are we gonna knock down the bad guys?"

"There is no 'we'." Silver replied coldly. "There is an I, and then there is a you. A you, as in, you two. I will distract the grunts and executives, you will get Lyra and lead her away. Got it?"

"No, I don't 'got it'." Ethan hissed back, spitting out the last two words with disdain. "You're gonna stay and fight, yet expect us to take a flight. She's our friend, we should fight as well!" Silver let out a sigh, and turned to look him in the eye.

"Humans generally have two instincts when faced with a situation." he said in a low voice.

"That's fight or flight, right?" Krystal asked. Silver ignored her.

"I, however, believe that there are three. Fight, flight, or fuck up royally." he paused, waiting to see if Ethan was still listening. "I'll do the fighting. It's your choice wether or not you want to take flight or fuck up royally."

"I'm not running." Ethan said stubbornly. Silver nearly facepalmed, but didn't. Glancing over him again, Silver decided that he seemed easily gullible, so maybe he would believe him if he told him to go around to take care of some nonexistent guards. Krystal, though... She's a harder nut to crack.

"Fine. Go around, there're guards on the other side. I need you two to get rid of them for me, and then I'll get Lyra and we'll meet up at Goldenrod." Silver said.

"And what if there're no guards?" Krystal asked skeptically, narrowing her eyes a fraction. Silver stared at her, fearing she caught onto his hastily made plan.

"Oh, knock it off, Krys! There's gotta be guards and I'm going to defeat them!" Ethan exclaimed, practically dragging the blunette away. Silver glanced at his form now getting smaller, then turned back to the direction he was going. So where was Lyra...?

He glanced up at the towering tree above him, then smirked. Crouching down, he then leapt up and grasped the closest branch. He continued this, climbing steadily until he reached the top of the tree, glancing around, his eyes settled on a strange green barrier in the center of the forest.

"Bingo." he smirked, hopping from tree to tree until he was directly overtop it. He took a flying leap, planning to land directly atop Attila's blond head, until the forcefield suddenly crackled at his contact, and he went flying back, landing painfully into a tree. "What the hell?" he wondered, pushing himself up.

Slowly, he walked towards the barrier and pressed his gloved palm against it. Electricity crackled around his hand, and he felt a slight burning through the cloth. He narrowed his eyes through the barrier, dropping his arm to his side. He saw a small shrine, a greenish orb taking form in the middle of it. Near the shrine was Attila and Hun, whom both had their arms crossed arrogantly over their chests. There were some half-masked grunts nearby with some strange machinery, and in the middle of it all was Lyra, who sat with her hands tied behind her back, stared up at this not in fear, but awe, like a child who came across Santa on Christmas.

Silver widened his eyes as he saw Attila bring out a knife. No way, they didn't figure it out yet, did they?! He backed up and rammed his shoulder into the wall, feeling the strange electricity crackle around him as it rejected him. Rage consumed him as he slammed his fists into the barrier, trying to figure out how to get this thing down.

"Get up," he heard Attila say as he dragged Lyra up, then slashed the knife through ropes, and pushed her forward. "Catch that green orb."

"But you guys-"

"No buts, catch it." Hun ordered, her voice cold, slicing through Lyra's words. Silver glanced at this, then back at the barrier. He'd have to figure this obstacle out before Attila or Hun figured out Lyra.

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"Ethan!" Krystal exclaimed as she was being dragged behind the hyperactive boy.

"I'll show him! I'll show that stupid Gin that I can beat anyone!"

"Ethan!" Krystal exclaimed again. Letting out a sigh, Krystal skidded her heels in the dirt, forcing the young man to stop.

"Eh? Krystal, why'd you stop?" Ethan asked. He glanced down at their intertwined hands, then back at her, is face going red. "Wha-Wha-What?! Why the heck are we holding hands?!"

"Because you grabbed me and ran off!" Krsytal scolded. "Gin tricked us, can't you see? We haven't seen a single one of these 'masked rockets' that he kept talking about!" Ethan blinked.

"WHAAAAT?! How dare he send me on a wild pokémon chase! While he's off saving Lyra! I'll show him! I'll go and save her so I can say 'I told you so'!"

"Oh, hey What're you doing this far in?" a new, female voice sighed.

"What the...?" Ethan said, glancing up at the trees. Suddenly, a seventeen-year-old girl dropped down in front of them, her long, straight, knee-length dark brown hair-so dark it was nearly black- falling into place around her like a cape.

She was wearing a skin-tight black turtlenecked tank top with black leggings and knee-length white boots. Black fingerless gloves were on her hands, and white armbands wound around each of her biceps. Four gray belts wrapped around her waist in a cross crossed manner. Hanging from the belts was a white skirt that covered her hips and behind, then was cut off into what looked like a loincloth. Both Krystal and Ethan assumed that this was so that she could run easier.

Strangest of all, the left side of the girls face was covered by a white mask, a black upturned slit for a eyehole and a black downturned slit for an extremely creepy half smile. She stood up straight, her height rather astounding. Ethan guessed she was close to five-foot-eight, five-foot-nine.

"Hey." she said, pushing her huge explosion of bangs off the right side of her face. These bangs reminded them somewhat of a grim-reapers scythe, while longer hair framed the left side of her face, falling past her shoulder, and triangular bangs falling haphazardly across her forehead. One blue eye, lightest shade of blue that either teen had ever seen, shone from her face, the only light thing-along with her surprisingly pale skin tone- among all her dark hair and clothing. "Yo."

"Uh... Yo to yourself." Ethan said after a while, not quite sure how to respond to this strangely dressed girl's casual greeting.

"Why were you hanging out in a tree?" Krystal asked. The girl tilted her head up at the tree she was recently in, the masked side turned away for the briefest of moments, then she looked back at them.

"Why not?" she responded. "Listen, you two, take freedom while you got it. 'Cause you never know when it'll be taken away."

"Uh..." Ethan said after a while.

"You're a masked rocket grunt, aren't you?" Krystal asked. She turned her head to look at her.

"Grunt? I'm a specially trained executive." she said. She bit her lip slightly, as if she wanted to say more, but restrained herself. "I'm not supposed to be here right now, but the big man wants me to check up on Attila and Hun. And get rid of any unnecessary pains." she brought out a pokéball, and tossed it in the air. A pokémon that neither of them recognized popped out. It looked like the pokémon was wearing a kimono of some sort.

"Froslass..." the pokémon whispered.

"Uh, Krys... What is that?" Ethan asked, gripping the serious girls arm.

"Let's not do anything rash, now." Krystal said, flinching back as the unfamiliar pokémon moved its arms.

"Froslass, Ice Beam." the girl said, pointing at them.

"Hey, wait a min-" Ethan exclaimed before a rush of cold surrounded them. The girl watched as the bright blue light of the ice beam surrounded the two.

"Okay, you can stop, Froslass." she said. The ice-type obliged, turning to look at her trainer. "Return." Froslass went back to her pokéball, and she walked forward, seeing the two teens feet frozen to the ground.

"Wha-What the-?" exclaimed Ethan, jerking his legs to get his feet free. She saw Krystal reaching for her belt, but Vale thought better. She bolted forward, and with an almost amazing speed, snatched the pokéballs from both their belts.

"She must really care about you, boy," Vale said, glancing at the pokéballs, then placing that at the edge of the clearing, out of their reach. "To go and stay with you when she could've easily dodged the attack." Krystal felt her face heat up, but she forced it down. The girl smiled knowingly, like an elder sister.

"You aren't going to steal our pokémon?" Ethan asked with a scowl. She raised her visible eyebrow.

"Why would I do that?" she asked. Slowly, a shiny Umbreon emerged from the bushes, letting out a low growl to show that he had arrived. The girl turned towards it, smiling. "Hey Umbreon."

"Is that yours?" Ethan asked, staring at it in awe. She nodded in response, studying these pokéballs.

"These are sealed up pretty tight. Are you guys friends with a professional catcher?" she turned to look at them, both clamped their mouths shut. "Wait, one of you guys aren't actually the catcher, are you?" Again, no response. The girl narrowed her visible eye, then cursed. "Stay put!" she ordered. "Umbreon, come on!"

Then she bolted off into the debts of the Ilex Forest.

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"Aren't you just the sneakiest little devil?" Hun sneered at Silver as he stood over a couple of unconscious and burned grunts, his Cyndaquil next to him. Good news, the barrier was down. He burnt the machine to a crisp, any grunt who dared to get in his way had to face the wrath of his Sneasel and Zubat. His Zubat, whom was just recently caught, was surprisingly agile and could stand its own in battle. It was a good catch.

"Huh? Hi Sil-" Lyra began, but cut off by the cool glare he shot at her. Hun smirked, and grabbed a pokéball from her belt, releasing a powerful Steelix.

"You don't plan on battling, do you brat? Look at your pokémon. They're all beat up." Attila said with a smirk. "And you, why the hell aren't you catching Celebi yet?"

"Celebi? Celebi is here?" Lyra asked innocently, like she was talking to old friends and not potentially dangerous criminals.

"That's none of your concern!" Hun shot icily over her shoulder. "Just do your job and catch it! You, on the other hand," she turned back to Silver and his Cyndaquil, who was growling menacingly at the Steelix in front of him. "Crush him!"

"Hun, Attila, stop!" a female voice suddenly exclaimed. Lyra saw a girl a little older than her burst through the trees, a shiny Umbreon at her side.

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed, catching sight of the Umbreon. "It's different colored! That's so cool!"

"Vale." hissed Hun as the girl stood in front of Silver protectively, arms outstretched.

"You have the wrong girl." Vale said boldly and loudly, like she had complete control over the two adults. "That girl over there is nothing but an ordinary trainer. And look," she nodded towards the shrine, where the green orb of light was slowly fading away. Vale lowered her arms to her side, the glare on her face contrasting greatly to the jokerlike grin of her mask. "Celebi escaped."

"Because you barged in and interrupted!" Attila shot back angrily. "And what do you mean 'we have the wrong girl'? She went into the Slowpoke Well to capture pokémon!"

"She's nothing more than an ordinary trainer." Vale said calmly. "And I suggest you move out quickly. You two are admins, but I am your executive, and as your executive, I order you to move out." Hun ground her teeth together and Attila swore under his breath, yet surprisingly, backed up towards Vale. "Smart choice, you two." she said, tossing a pokéball in the air. "Gallade, send 'em back, okay?"

"Galla." the pokémon nodded his head, and with a slash of his blade-like arms, he disappeared with the two admins. Vale stood there for a moment, as if awaiting for her Gallade to return.

"So. I froze your friends to the ground up ahead." she said.

"Lyra, get back. She's dangerous." Silver growled out. Vale turned to look at him, though suddenly having the sharp claws of his Sneasel against her throat. Umbreon growled at Sneasel in protest, though did not move for fear of hurting his master. Her visible blue eyes fell onto the busted up machine.

"I see. You're pretty strong, huh?" slowly, she reached up and pried the Sneasel from her neck, setting it down gently before standing upright again. "How am I dangerous?"

"Anyone who's with them is dangerous."

"Hold on just a minute!" Lyra exclaimed, waving her hands back and forth in front of her face. "You two know each other?" Silver glanced at her then back at Vale.

"I honestly can't say if I know him or not. But you should be thankful I decided to keep the four of you alive." Vale said. Her Gallade appeared behind her suddenly, holding it's blade like arms out menacingly at any trainer who dares attack. "But you should watch your back. Not all people of the Masked Rockets are so merciful." And with that, she vanished in a flash of Gallades swift teleporting abilities.

Lyra blinked confusingly, glancing at Silver, whom had his eyes shaded over, then back at the place were Vale was.

"Did you know her, SIlver? Are you friends?" she asked. Silver scoffed, crossing his arms with a scowl.

"Please. And friend of a Rocket, wether it be a wannabe or a real one, would never be a friend of mine." he scowled, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking back towards the town.

"Hey, Silvy, wait a minute!" Lyra exclaimed. Silver whipped around, and glared.

"It's Silver." he said. Lyra flinched under his glare, but continued to look at him.

"Can I borrow your Cyndaquil for a little while? Vale said she froze Ethan and Krys to the ground and-"

"Krysta has a Vulpix." Silver spat out, remembering that from earlier. "So go find them and help them out that way." And like that he walked off.

He had a lot of thinking to do.

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"Krystal... Krystal... KRYSTAL!"

The blunette shot up in the bed of the pokémon center, slightly aware that there was a tiny, female voice seemingly calling out to her, yet the only other person in the room was Lyra, whom was out like a rock.

Krys turned her head to look at her brunette cousin, whom was, indeed, out cold, sprawled across the bed, Chikorita curled up next to her, the egg resting gently against a pillow on the floor. Krys really couldn't blame her. The stress of being kidnapped by the Masked Rockets must have taking a toll, and then she won her battle with Bugsy almost immediately after. Krystal herself knew that, with her constant training to battle and capture pokémon, she herself wore out along with her pokémon.

She looked at the clock and groaned. Why was she awake at one in the morning again?

She flopped back down onto her pillows, closing her eyes and smiling as sleep took hold of her again.

"Honestly... Krystal! WAKE UP, KRYSTAL!"

Krys bolted up. She did not imagine that.

"Good... come on...!"

Krystal groaned, and rolled out of bed again. She stood up, throwing on an old sweatshirt over her pajamas, and opened the door, shutting it quietly behind her. Why was she following this voice? It had to be a dream... it felt almost as if her body was moving on its own, like she had no control.

It was stupid to be walking around alone at night, all those warnings she got from her parents against doing that, yet here she was...

She clutched the sweatshirt tighter around her and moved forward. Suddenly, almost as if she knew where she was going, she came upon the shrine that Lyra had brought them back to, weaving a fantastical tale about how Celebi resided there. Krystal didn't believe it, and slowly, turned to walk away.

"Stop...! Turn around, Krys... Inside..."

"That voice again..." Krystal said, turning hesitantly back towards the shrine. She walked towards it, and looked around, almost as if someone would pop out at her and scold her for coming so close to it. She swallowed, and looked at the little pocket that was below the shrine. She blinked, seeing something round inside.

Slowly, she reached inside, and pulled out a strange, unfamiliar pokéball. It was gold and silver, with two strange symbols on the top.

"Take... Yours..." the little voice was getting fainter, and Krys stood, pressing her fingers to her temples.

"I'm going back to bed." she said. "Please let me sleep for the rest of the night."

With that, Krys turned back to go to the pokémon center, though she could not ignore the weight of the strange pokéball in her hand.

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I know what you're thinking. ARCEUS, it's one of THOSE stories with a completely unnecessary OC. Not true, really. Vale will have a huge roll in this story, especially with the character development of Silver and with the Masked Rockets. So what do you think about her?

Amy47101 signing off! ^.^