I was running. The only sound I heard were my footsteps. The path in front of me was unclear, for everything was shrouded in fog. I turned left, then right, I didn't know where I was going. However, I felt that there was something to be found at the end of it all.

"You are alone." A voice rasped. I turned my head, but there was no one where the voice originated from. I began panicking and ran in the opposite direction of the voice, but it followed me. "Life has no meaning."

Another turn. I couldn't walk any further, I had reached a dead end. I turned to face the voice and backed up against the wall. The fog around me grew thicker and thicker until I couldn't see anything at all.

"You are nothing."

"No, no, no!" I shouted as me knees gave out on me and I sank to the floor. I began to lose consciousness, but a voice was calling me from somewhere.

"Ulrich!" The voice shouted. I tried to find it, but I was getting sleepy and I couldn't move.

"Ulrich!" This time a hand grabbed my arm and shook me.

"Ulrich, wake up!" Raymond shouted at me as my eyes snapped open.

As I sat up, I noticed my body was covered in cold sweat and that the rest of my friends were staring at me with concerned looks on their faces.

The library seemed a lot brighter than it did last night, not that I took a good look at it last night. Light entered through the windows and the shelves filled with books comforted me a bit. As I looked around, I noticed several of the refugees who had slept in the same shelter as us had already left (including Dahlia), the few that remained were still sleeping.

"Ulrich, are you okay?" Raymond asked me, his voice full of worry. I returned my attention to him and saw that his face looked a bit grimmer than the others.

"Hm, oh yeah, I'm fine," I said reassuringly to him, "thanks, Raymond."

The look of worry passed, and his face returned to its usual carefree smile. I stood up and stretched out a bit before greeting the rest of my friends with a tired "good morning".

"So, what are we going to do now?" Michael asked. He had his pokedex out and was staring at it, most likely waiting for the e-mail that would predict today's events. I responded with a simple shrug and took out my pokedex as well. A few minutes passed and a familiar alarm sound signaled that an e-mail had arrived.

"We're getting awfully reliant on these." Michael mused as I opened up the e-mail. as I stared at it, I noticed that the text was looking more blurred and unclear than the last e-mail.

H3llo! Here i$ today's 4ewsss!

Riots and protest will breakout within the city against captivity of civilians.

At 2:00 p.m, 50 people will be killed by raging pokemon near the Castelia's City Bar. Victims include, Daryl Iros and Dahlia Aigise. There will be several other pokemon related injuries and deaths throughout the day.

At 5:30 p.m, pokemon will attack central park but because of the Kamiks no one will be harmed.

"What is up with the text?" Raymond asked out loud. I just shrugged and looked at Micheal for the answers he usually provided.

"Well, I suppose because of what we've done the last two days, a large error has formed within the algorithm because of the inability to calculate the scheduled events, thus, causing a few bugs." He explained, "more importantly, the last prediction, Daryl and Dahlia are going to die..."

"That's not entirely true." Gabrielle countered, she looked fiercely determined and her eyes burned with an emotion I had never seen from her before, "we changed the predictions before, and we're going to do it again!"

"Woah, Gabby. What happened to getting out of here?" Raymond asked, he had a big grin on his face and looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. Gabrielle punched him hard in the arm and Raymond let out a shout at the impact. I began laughing and Micheal joined in as we watched Raymond try to fend off Gabrielle.

"Hey, hey, maybe next time we're attacked by pokemon you should just use your fists, Gabby." Raymond quipped while hiding behind a bookshelf.

"You really think so?" She smiled before putting her hands down. Raymond stepped out of from his hiding spot and let out a deep sigh of relief.

We gathered up our belongings in a matter of minutes and left the library. Several of the stores that we walked by had broken windows and I assumed that they had been looted, because most, if not all of the shelves and refrigerators had been emptied. Once again, crates of rations had been lowered into the city, but I saw domr elderly and young children with no food in their hands.

Cries and moans surrounded us as we continued walking and I could feel myself getting sick.

"How long is this going to last?" I asked myself. No one answered. Once again we found ourselves in front of the barricaded train stations. Government officers were distributing the same message as yesterday, except a little differently.

"Everyone, there is a dangerous gas leak in the subway line. It is harmful to people and pokemon alike so please remain calm and wait until it is clear. We have determined that the gas is coming from a group of Koffing and Weezing and the gas is highly flammable, so please stay away until it is cleared."

"Why do we keep coming back here if all we get is that stupid message?" Raymond said to no one in particular.

"Maybe because deep down you wish that the lockdown is just a nightmare and it will end?" A voice answered from behind me. The four of us jumped up at the voice and turned around. There were three familiar faces staring back at me. Theo, Marilyn, and Klavier greeted us with smiles, despite the fact they almost scared us to death.

"Oh, it's just you three... Wait, do you guys know each other?" I questioned, sending the trio a suspicious glare.

"Well, we met each other yesterday if that's what you're asking." Theo replied with a small chuckle. The three of them re-introduced themselves formally and we did the same.

"So, what are you three doing all bunched together?" Gabrielle inquired.

Klavier struck out a flashy and dramatic pose and cried out, "we're searching for what Man has desired to grasp in his hands for so long. The thing that is perpetually hidden by fog and forever locked away in a tower!"

At the mention of fog, I felt a chill crawl up my spine and I shivered as I recalled the nightmare I recently had, luckily, no one seemed to have noticed my bodily reaction.

"You lost me" Raymond said in a deadpanned voice accompanied by a face-palm. I stifled a laugh and was tempted to mimic his action.

"What he means is that the three of us are searching for the real reason behind the lock-down." Marilyn translated. I waited for a further explanation but it didn't come and all of us just stared at each other for a few minutes.

"I see... any why are you telling us this?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Well, I have more questions that I wanted to ask you." Theo replied, taking out a familiar notebook and pen, his eyes glimmered with a sort of childish excitement as he began asking his questions. "Do you ever wonder why people begin to panic?"

"It's because they jump to conclusions, right?" Michael answer hesitantly, he was rubbing his left arm continuously and avoiding Theo's eyes as he replied. The capped male didn't seem to notice this and simply nodded.

"That's right, people immediate assume the worst-case scenario is going to happen." Marilyn quipped, she looked quite impressed by Michael's answer and held a small grin on her face as she asked a second question. "Do you know why people panic when they assume the worst-case scenario?"

"It's because they don't have information..." Michael muttered.

"I'm surprised you know that! Panic occurs when people don't have enough information and assume the worst-case scenario!" Klavier applauded, he let out a loud laugh of amusement which attracted a few eyes from the surrounding people but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Right now, the panic is being controlled by the information the government is giving out, even if it's inccorect. Such as 'there's poisonous gas in the subway lines' and today they updated it to 'the gas is made from Weezing and his highly flammable'. These updates are important, because they make people believe that there's an ongoing investigation into the problem. That's why they won't assume the worst, well at least for now." Theo explained, as he quickly jotted down what was being said.

"But, the governemnt's lying to us! That's not right!" Gabrielle shouted, I saw her point. I didn't like the fact that we were being lied to about something that could effect our lives.

"Yes, life doesn't work like it does in a disaster movie. Most sensible people will doubt the government's announcements, but as you know the blackout has caused a complete freeze on communications outside the lockdown. So, they'll hold onto these doubts while awaiting help all the same." Marilyn sighed.

The seven of us stared at each other, passing glances back and forth. If what they said was true, there's no way we would get out of the lockdown through any conventional methods. Would we have to resort to force?

"Hey, do you three know what the Kamiks are?" I perked up and saw that is was Raymond who asked the question.

"Hm, you don't? They're the group that gave that large speech before; they've been going around providing aid to some of the less fortunate." Theo said. Gabrielle, Raymond, Michael, and I exchanged glances. Theo gave us a strange look, "why do you ask?"

"Oh, er, no reason." Theo didn't pry further. We parted ways soon after, even though we had no set destination. I suggested going back down into the tunnel we discovered yesterday, but Gabrielle shook her head fiercely and refused completely, so we wandered aimlessly for a while.

There was destruction in places that weren't heavily crowded, parks which were the main shelters had several groups of people bunched together. Some looked frightened, those that weren't had blissfully ignorant smiles and grins on their faces, and I felt a small twinge of envy towards them.

Our short trek around the city went unfounded, we were unable to spot Daryl or Dahlia and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach as we sat down for a short break. Gabrielle and Micheal had went off to find a store which still had food, leaving me and Raymond alone. The two of us sat down in the shade of a tree, the leaves were gently falling, some browned because of the intense summer heat.

"It's been two days since the lockdown has started, are you worried?" I asked quietly, Raymond gave me a strange look before flashing one of his trademark grins.

"Of course not, even if the government isn't going to let us through, the four of us will get through this no matter what." He replied confidently.

"Man, do you think we'll be able to save Daryl, Dahlia and those other fifty people? We're the only ones who know what's going to happen and that's a big burden to carry on the shoulders of four people." I muttered to myself dejectedly. The thought of someone dying when I could have done something scared me, although I didn't know why. I looked at Raymond for an answer, even though he didn't hear me. He just sent me another one of his goofy grins and I felt my lips curve up as a feeling of reassurance surged through me. Raymond was always optimistic and never backed down, I didn't know why I even bothered asking in the first place.

"We're back!" A voice called, I picked my head up and say Michael and Gabrielle waving to us in the distance. They quickly jogged over before dropping a sandwich on each of our laps.

"You wouldn't believe how hard was it for us to find these." Gabrielle complained as she sat down beside me and Raymond beside her.

"Yeah, almost every single convenience store we came across was ransacked." Michael added as he nibbled on bread slowly. The sandwich was extremely stale but I remembered the phrase 'beggars can't be choosers' and ate it anyways.

After our meal I checked my phone which told me that it was almost one o'clock. Daryl and Dahlia were scheduled to die in about an hour and my jaw clenched at the thought.

"Well, well, well, look what the Delcatty dragged in." A voice sang in an annoyingly cheery tune I thought people only used on TV. A man wearing a while suit and pants with a green scarf on greeted me. The first thing I noticed was the green scarf, how could he wear that in such sweltering heat?

"We seem to be meeting lots of weirdos here." Gabrielle whispered in my ear, I stifled a laugh and nodded in agreement but the man seemed to notice it.

"Whispering about others who are in front of you isn't nice, Gabrielle." The man quipped, Gabrielle's face seemed to redden a little but then quickly paled as she noticed something was off.

"H-H-How do you know my name?" She stuttered.

"I know all your names, Raymond, Gabrielle, Michael, Ulrich." The man laughed while applauding. His teeth shone brightly in the sun as he laughed and he had to wipe a tear from his eye after he finished his applause.

"Well what do you want from us you creeper?" Raymond asked, narrowing his eyes and lowering his hands to where his pokeballs were.

"I'm just here to give you all a little warning." The man shrugged, "have any of you ever heard of the pokemon Darkrai?"

Darkrai, it was the name a voice rasped after our bout with the Mightyena yesterday. I tried to recall the lessons on legendary pokemon I took in the months before summer. A pure dark type pokemon that was rumored to send any victim of it's Dark Void attack into an endless nightmare. The victim could only be awakened by the Lunar Wing which is said to be dropped by Darkrai's nemesis, Cresselia.

"Yeah, he's a legendary pokemon. As in, he's a legend and doesn't exist." Michael answered simply, "

"Oh, but he does exist my dear Michael, he's just... locked away at the moment, but his followers are planning to set him free." The man said, a wicked smile curving on his face. The four of us gave him looks of disbelief but he just chuckled. "I believe he'll be set free tomorrow, and when he does I'm sure he'll be sending everyone here into eternal darkness."

"Well, we won't I down without a fight!" Raymond shouted.

"The thing about Darkrai is, it'll be near impossible to defeat him, without the presence of-"

"The Lunar Wing." I said, completing his sentence. The man gave a look of surprise but it swiftly changed into one of amusement.

"That is absolutely right, my dear Ulrich." the man laughed. "Well, I'm going to enjoy seeing how you four fair against him."

A sudden breeze blew by and in a blink of the eye the man was gone. I rubbed my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't just seeing thins, but no, a man had just disappeared right before our eyes.

"Who was that?" Michael muttered. The three of us shrugged in response, the man, he seemed familiar but I couldn't recall anything about him, "Darkrai... we were told that all the legends disappeared, weren't we?"

"Yeah, apparently we were misinformed." Raymond grumbled with clenched teeth. He was upset, I knew because his eyes were narrowed in a familiar way and his hands were balled into fists.

"Hey guys, it's half-past one, we should get going." I reminded them.

It was a race against the clock, both literally and metaphorically. The four of us were running through the streets, trying to find that one alley way which hid Castelia's City Bar from the eyes of regular citizens.

I turned the corner and heard a high-pitched shriek coming from further up the dark alley I was running in. I sped up and at the end of the alley was Daryl with his arms out-stretched protecting Dahlia who stood behind him, quivering in fear. The two of them were surrounded by eight Pawniard and two rather intimidating Bisharp, each one wearing those oh-so familiar masks. Despite the atmosphere, I couldn't help but notice how much the small army of pokemon resembled a chess team.

"Someone help!" Dahlia screamed, moving closer to Daryl in an attempt to hide herself from the pokemon's view. Daryl made a "tch" sound before pulling two pokeball from his belt.

"Looks like I have no choice but to fight." Daryl groaned, he threw his pokeball high into the air and released a fierce Zebstrika and an equally fierce Galvantula. The two pokemon began shooting bolts of electricity to fend off the surrounding pokemon. However, each time they shot a Pawniard down a previously felled one would get back up.

"I've got to do something!" I muttered to my self, letting my fingers hesitantly brush past the six pokeballs I carried. As fas as I knew, none of the pokemon I had on hand would be able to effectively combat the Steel-Dark chess pieces. I frowned to myself before tossing out my Durant, Cogley. He dug underground and made his way to where Daryl's pokemon were positioned, joining the fight.

"Ulrich! Daryl!" A voice shouted, I looked up and saw Gabrielle on the other side of the street, her eyes burning with a ferocity I never saw before. She sent a Beartic out faster than I could blink and immediately began engaging the pokemon in battle. With the aid of Beartic's powerful Brick Breaks, the two electric pokemon were able to make sure the Pawniards stayed down. With all of their subordinates down, the two Bisharp stepped forward from behind the unconscious bodies of their minions.

"Daryl, are you okay?" Gabrielle asked, running to stand beside the brown-haired man and Dahlia.

"Yeah, thanks!" Daryl said, flashing a smile. Did they forget that there were two other opponents in front of them? One Bisharp dashed up to the Beartic and struck it down with a powerful Metal Claw attack causing Gabrielle to shriek.

"Gah, Durant, use X-Scissor!" Cogley quickly scuttled forward and raising it's mandibles gave a powerful slash to the Bisharp, but the chess pokemon's body hardened immensely and the attack seemed to do nothing against it.

"Galvantula, use Electro Ball!" The spider charged up a sphere of electricity in its jaws. Daryl's Galvantula was aiming to release the attack when the second Bisharp seemed to appear out of nowhere it quickly delivered a powerful punch to the spider; sending it flying.

"Erache!" Daryl shouted! His pokemon was knocked out cold and he grit his teeth before ordering his Zebstrika to use Flame Charge. The zebra let out a whinny before pawing the ground, when it began to dash, flames gathered around its body. The Bisharp wasn't fast enough to dodge and it was tackled full force causing a loud crash to resonate through the air when it hit a brick wall.

"Come on Asparas! Get up!" Gabrielle pleaded. Her Beartic began to pick itself up, letting out a grunt when it had returned on its feat. "Alright, use another Brick Break!"

With a mighty swing of its arm, the Bisharp that had previously crashed into a wall was spent plummeting to the ground. The mask it wore shattered, leaving it knocked out.

"There's only one left!" I shouted, as Cogley continued its relentless onslaught of X-Scissors. The Bisharp it was fighting, however, seemed to parry each blow perfectly. My eyes widened when the blades on the Bisharp's arm elongated and with a swift strike my Durant was on the floor unconscious.

"What was that move?" I asked myself, as I returned Cogley back to his pokeball. I wasn't answered because another slice was delivered to Gabrielle's Beartic. The blade struck near its neck and blood came pouring out as the pokemon fell to the floor.

"Razim!" Gabrielle shrieked, she quickly ran to her pokemon and pulled out a potion, trying to treat the large wound on her pokemon's collar bone. She muttered "I'm sorry" continuously as tears streaked her face.

"Sagittarius, Double Kick!" After two swift kicks, the Bisharp was unconscious on the floor and Daryl raced over to help treat the injured polar bear pokemon. He applied the potion and then rubbed the wound with a disinfectant he had in his bag before quickly bandaging it.

"There, he should be good now, just don't use him in battle for a while." Daryl said, giving Gabrielle a comforting smile, Gabrielle's cheek flushed to a bright pink and she turned her head around so he couldn't see the apparent blush on her face as she returned her Beartic back to its ball.

"Hey, there you guys are!" Raymond shouted as he appeared in the alleyway with Michael behind him. Dahlia still looked a bit shook up and only nodded in response at the greeting.

"Wait, where are the other fifty people?" Michael noted.

"Oh, them? They're all inside the bar." Daryl knocked on the door in a pattern and a bar keeper opened it, with a large crowd of people inside. Daryl gave them the man a thumbs up and the man opened the door wider, letting all the people back out on the streets.

"Sorry we couldn't get here faster, we came from the other side of the neighbourhood," Raymond apologized, "but it looks like you guys handled the situation just fine, so all's well that ends well."

"Oh... Uh... Thank you." I turned my head to see Dahlia with a light blush on her cheeks. She looked several times more timid than I thought she could ever be.

"Um, you're welcome, I guess..."

"Wait, how did you guys know I was going to be here?" Daryl asked, casting a suspicious glare over me and Gabrielle.

"Well, uh, you see, we kinda got this tip-off..." I stammered. Of course telling him that we receive mystical future predicting e-mails every morning would be completely honest, but also completely unbelievable. I quickly looked at Gabrielle for a bit of back-up on my excuse.

"It was woman's intuition?" I proceeded to connect my palm with my face.

"Yeah, I don't think so, explanation, I need one." Daryl frowned.

"Okay, the truth is, we got an e-mail which predicted your death so we came running over, okay?" Raymond said, pulling out his pokedex and showing Daryl his inbox. Daryl's eyes scanned the e-mail over, and over, for almost five minutes before he returned the pokedex back to Raymond.

"It's unbelievable, but you guys are telling the truth... then again, you guys are just kids..."

"What are you talking about?" Michael asked.

"I've decided to supervise you guys! I'm not letting a bunch of fifteen year-olds run around on the streets trying to save people's lives. That'd be irresponsible." Daryl grinned.

"You're only a few years older than us and not that mature yourself." Michael countered.

"Well, it's too late, I've already decided that I'm coming with you guys."

The six of us (we took Dahlia with us) were walking down the main road. We avoided the streets where we heard harsh yells, shattering glass, and screams; knowing what they were. It was about four and like yesterday the streets were practically bare.

"You'd think this would be a ghost town instead of the most business-oriented city in Unova." I mused. The streets had the same talon marks, tipped over cars, and broken street lights as always.

"Where are you guys going?" Dahlia asked, she finally recovered from the near-death experience and was as chipper as she had been the day before.

"We're going to meet someone who can tell us a bit about he lockdown." I answered, Dahlia, Gabrielle and Daryl looked at me strangely, but for once, I didn't mind it.

"Are you crazy? Last time we went there we were fired at!" Gabrielle shouted, I understood why she was uncomfortable with the idea but I wanted to leave before Darkrai came and killed us all.

"Yeah, I know, but if Darkrai gets out we'll be comatose for the rest of our lives, what's the difference?" Raymond smiled jokingly.

"Well, one's painful and the other is painless." Dahlia said thoughtfully. I sighed but continued to lead our group back to the location of the underground tunnel. I opened the tile and climbed down, with Raymond following behind me, then Michael, Daryl, Dahlia, and lastly Gabrielle.

"Well, here we are again." Gabrielle frowned once her she reached the ground, "hopefully we won't get shot this time around."

"It's so dark... does anybody have a lantern?" Dahlia asked.

"Oh, I do!" Daryl said, he pulled out a pokeball and sent out a blue angler fish.

"I said lantern, not Lanturn!" Dahlia deadpanned. Daryl's Lanturn smiled and made a cheerful noise, it was probably blissfully ignorant of the situation at hand right now.

"Well, he'll do the job as well as any lantern, now, can you give us some light?" Daryl said, patting his pokemon on the back, or rather dorsal. It gave another happy cry and the two bulbs that hanged over its head lit up, providing us with a good source of light. The tunnel looked exactly like it did the last time around, dark, damp, and disgusting. It took a lot shorter of a walk before we were stopped this time around. It was only about five minutes in before a man's silhouette.

"Halt!" He shouted, a sudden jolt ran through my body as I heard the man raise his gun.

"Wait, please don't shoot! We're here to talk!" Raymond yelled back, his voice quivered and he was sweating bullets. The man was silent for a minute before he lowered his gun.

"You kids didn't send your pokemon after me." The said in a gruff voice. I let out a deep sigh and nodded befoore cautiously approaching him.

"We were told that this tunnel leads to outside Castelia City." I said a bit hesitantly. This guy, although not hostile at the moment still scared me.

"Well, that's correct but I'm afraid I can't let you through." He replied. We stood in silence for a while before he let out a sigh. "Follow me."

The tunnel was long, we walked for about fifteen minutes before we reached another ladder. The man grunted and started climbing.

"Are you kids coming or not?" He asked suddenly, causing me to jump. I quickly went for the ladder and began my way up. When we made it up the ladder, I noticed we were inside a subway station.

"Wow, I can't believe that moron was right." Raymond muttered as he looked around the station. The man gave us a questioning eyebrow and we fell silent.

"Now, why do you kids still have pokemon?" The man looked at us with a fierce gaze and I found myself shifting over so most of my body was hidden behind the bodies of my friends.

"Well, these pokedexes seem to be responsible for that." Michael replied, he took out his pokedex and began tinkering with it until a mess of codes appeared on the screen. He held out the device and the man bent over to get a closer look, his eyes quickly reading over the sequence.

"I see... Any pokeball you register into this device is unable of releasing pokemon because it disables that function." The man muttered. Michael nodded, before tucking his pokedex safely back inside his bag.

"So, can we leave now?" I asked quietly with my head facing-down.

"I'm afraid you can't, I'm not permitted to allow a single person out of here, hostile or not."

"But that's not fair! We just want to go home!" Dahlia wailed, I could see some tears forming in her eyes but she wiped them away quickly.

"Kids, Castelia City is the economic center of Unova. It wasn't easy for the government to make this decision. With Castelia cut off from the rest of the region, Unova is facing severe problems! So I cannot and will not let anyone through here."

"I... I see." Gabrielle muttered, shifting her gaze downwards. "I guess we'll go back then."

"Wait, before you go, take this." The man took out a pokedex of his own and tossed it at us, Dahlia caught it in her hands and looked up at him. "You'll need it more than me."

It was almost five o'clock when we made our way above ground. All of us were a bit disheartened at the fact our one escape route turned out to be a bust.

"Well, there's no way to escape." Daryl concluded, I picked my head up to look at him as he spoke.

"Are you saying we should give up?"

"Of course not, I mean since we can't get out of the lockdown, we'll have to make it unnecessary for the government to have a lockdown." He explained. His words made sense to me, but we didn't even know why the lockdown was happened in the first place.

"But, what about Darkrai" Gabrielle asked. "If he's coming we're all going to die tomorrow!"

"Then we're just gonna have to fight him!" Raymond decided with a fierce nod of his head. However that look faded when he saw our surprised faces staring at him. "What?"

"I always had a hunch, but you really are insane!" Michael cried out loud, waving his arms wildly. He nearly hit Gabrielle over the head while he was yelling and flailing. "Totally nuts. Off your rocker! Out of your mind!

I started laughing quietly but burst into hysterics when Michael actually did hit Gabrielle's head and she grabbed his arm and twisted it.

"Well, you know. If we want to survive we're going to have to find the Lunar Wing." Gabrielle said, she was still holding Michael's forearm in a twist, despite his grunts of pain.

"Right! Now, will you please let go of my arm?"

"Hey, guys! It's five, we should get moving. Raymond shouted, pulling out his pokedex. "Pokemon are scheduled to attack Central Park in half an hour."

"Didn't the e-mail say that the Kamiks or whatever would take care of it?" Daryl frowned as he moved closer to the pokedex to get a closer look.

"Take a look at your own pokedex!" Raymond scowled moving away from Daryl.

"Can't, I don't get these future predicting e-mails." We all looked at him strange, but he just shrugged in response.

"Well, the e-mails have been disproved before so just in case, I want to go." Raymond explained. He had a good point and no one else argued with him as we started a run to the park, destiny sure involves a lot of running.

When we arrived at the south-side of the park, there were several Kamiks fending off the hostile pokemon, but it looked like they were being over powered. There were Houndoom and Houndours breathing fire and biting people who couldn't get away. Those who were safe shouted when they saw us arrive with more pokemon.

"Look, those kids brought more pokemon to attack us!" A woman shouted.

"No! These pokemon are ours, we're here to help!" Raymond shouted back, but we didn't have time to explain further because once the masked pokemon spotted us they began to attack. I sent out my Venomoth and ordered it to use Sleep Powder, lulling several of the flame-dogs into sleep. From the corner of my eye I saw Dahlia throw a pokeball at a sleeping Houndour, and to my surprise it worked.

"You kids, what are you doing!" A man shouted, his clothes told me he was a Kamik but he didn't get an answer over the shouts and screams coming from everywhere around us.

"Erache, use Thunder!" The smell of ozone filled the air as a wicked bolt of lightning struck a large group of Houndours, casing their masks to fall apart, then subsequently faint.

"Artemis, Whirlpool!" Gabrielle's Dewgong summoned up a giant spinning top of water and sent it flying towards the canines and I couldn't help but wince at the yelps and cries of the injured pokemon. With several of their kin down, the remaining Houndoom ran past us, and to the north.

"They're getting away, we must not let them reach the refugees!" A Kamik shouted. The garbed group started running and we followed them.

At the north-side, several people were being backed into a corner by the Houndoom, I was about to command Venomoth to use Sleep Powder but a familiar voice spoke up first.

"Latias use Draco Meteor." A beautiful cry was heard and bright neon-colored meteors fell from the sky, striking the offending pokemon.

"Lady Ami, are you okay?" A Kamik asked, as he rushed towards her. She simply nodded and her passive face picked up a little when the applause started.

"Wow, the Kamiks are amazing!"

"They even have a legendary pokemon following them!"

All the refugees were clapping and the rest of us joined in as well. Ami's face turned a light shade of pink and she bowed at us before she and her followers left.

It was night, by the time we were back at the library we slept in last night. The man in charge of the shelter passed out some rations and we ate them in the darkness.

"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh? A real do or die moment?" Raymond said half-jokingly.

"That's right, I'm not going to let any of you die, or I'll bring you back from the underworld myself." Daryl replied. I simply nodded, I was getting tired and my eyes were drooping a bit.

"I don't know if I can help much, but I'll try." Even though sleeping was probably the last thing on my mind that night. Dahlia's voice was the last thing I heard before my mind drifted into a tired sleep.

Now, I thought I wouldn't ever put an author's note in this fanfic, but, tomorrow is my one year anniversary here at FF and I would like to say it's been a wonderful experience. I'l like to thank my readers and reviewers for their support and I hope my writing's gotten better over the past year. Reviews are appreciated, especially the long helpful ones. That's all, thanks!