Hi all and welcome to my first fanfiction. Things are finally happening. Yeah. I hope you like the story so far.
And I gives thanks to Talkingbirdguy for allowing me to reference his work. You should take a look at his pokemorph stories. They are very well written.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Pokémon intellectual property. Pokémon is owned by The Pokémon Company and Nintendo. However this story is entirely of my creation.
Chapter 4: Upon a star...
-Epimeth's POV-
Although Pandora has gone to sleep, I continue to practice of picking up psychic connections. In the midst of this, I picked up one. Although it is still new to me and I cannot yet disrupt the connection, I made a connection with the sender. What I found is unsettling. The sender has ended their psychic connection and I can hear what seems to be a conversation but due to only being connected to one of the speakers, it is hard to make sense of it.
This is what I can make out: "You see, you don't have to doubt me and my psychic abilities...pfft. As least my dancing is able to the job done discreetly...you worry too much...okay, okay. Keep your thorns on...alright, I get it. Next time, we will do it your way. Besides we should get moving and tell Luna about our latest victim."
The sender moves too far for me to maintain the telepathic connection. I think this is urgent and someone must be dealt with them. This could be a new criminal team that could be using psychic types to take out threats. With the information I have at present, the speaker is probably a Grumpig, due to the mention of dance and psychic abilities but I do not have enough information to figure who his partner is. Maybe a grass type, due to the "thorns".
I walk over to the door leading into the house. I am greeted by Izalith. I can see the urgency in her eyes and I quickly and discreetly read her mind for the problem. The key thoughts in her mind are: "Alice. Injured. In kitchen. Get Epimeth." Izalith opens the door and I immediately make my way to the kitchen without Izalith verbally telling me a thing. I prefer it that in times of crisis. Izalith follows me. When I get to Russ, Russ is in no state to speak clearly. Thinking is also no easier with emotions.
"Master, may I be service?" Russ says in a quivering voice in his head, "Yes, please take her to the hospital. I don't want to lose her and my child" I reply "I will do my best. After I get back, I will tell you her status." Russ kisses her on the forehead and he hands her over to me. I teleport to the hospital.
I land in the lobby of the hospital. All the people in the lobby look at me and Alice in surprise. I look towards the female night shift receptionist, whom I do not recognize. I call out to her "I need doctors now. The woman is seriously injured and is pregnant." She snaps out of it. I am surprised that they did not tell this receptionist about my occasionally visits. Then again, I do not teleport patients at night.
Finally after a few seconds, doctors and nurses come to me with a hospital roller and ask if they can have master's wife. I say to them "I will help you. Just give me some space." They did so and I lift her onto the roller. The doctors and nurses whisk her away. I am left there in the lobby. I stroll over to an empty chair, sit down and wait for the news.
The receptionist comes over with a clipboard, pen and a form. "I need you to fill it out. Or do you want me to write it down the answers for you. It is standard practice." I reply "You can write the answers, Judy. Before you ask, I did not read your mind. I can see your name tag. Also she is not my trainer. She is my trainer' wife. There may be some gaps." She stares at me in awe and then nods. Once done, she goes back to the reception desk.
-Time skip-
After a lengthy wait, I am given the news on Master Russ's wife and his child. I was hoping that the news would not come to that. Before I return home, I ask the doctor to give me Alice's necklace. He did so gladly. Now it is time to do the one thing I never expected to do so soon or even in my life. As I return back, it is still night-time. I go over to the lounge where I see Izalith and Master Russ sleeping within each other's embrace. I decide to take the remaining armchair. As I sit down, fatigue washes over me.
-Next day-
-Russ's POV-
I wake up to the sound of sizzling bacon. I open my eyes slowly. I find my head to be resting on Izalith's chest and her arm around my shoulders. I can feel her slow and deep breaths suggesting that she is still asleep. Fatigue must have gotten the better of her. I slowly lift my head and taking off her arm. I put her arm down gently.
I go over to find Pandora and Epimeth in the kitchen. Pandora is working her magic although her body suggests something is wrong. Epimeth looks worn out as if he has the weight of the world on top of him. I finally say "Morning. If you have something to say, please say it."
The two psychic types turn to look at me. The sorrow and empathy in their eyes says it all. They know it too. Epimeth holds out his hand and there, in his hand, lay necklace where Alice's wedding ring and amethyst stone hung. I take it from his hand. "And my child?"
Epimeth speaks "it is a boy but the doctors say it is unlikely that he will survive for long." I nod and say "After breakfast, I wish to be alone for the rest of the morning. I will to the hospital this afternoon and finish up what has to be done there. I believe you can look after yourselves." The two psychic types nod in agreement.
After breakfast, I went to my room and made several calls. First, I made a call to WPO to say that I am taking the week off. I did not give them much choice. Second, well Alice did not have much of a family. I only ever met her older sister. The sister died at the age 34 when Alice and I were dating. Alice was 22 at the time. My family, on the other hand, are all still alive but I have lost touch with them. I do not think they would come to Alice's funeral anyway.
Once all the calls were done, I knelt beside my bed. I give a prayer to any who may hear it. "Please spare my son. I will even offer the entirety of my body, mind and soul to the ends of times so that I can at least see my son grow up." As I finish my prayer, a white light shine above my bed. A voice resonances from it. "Do you agree to sacrifice your entirety as a human to save your son?" I struggle to stare at the white light. It is like staring at the sun. I raise up my right arm to help. In the end, I say "Yes, I do."
The voice speaks again. "You are now branded and your son's frail body is now no different to a regular one. You must be ready in a clearing by noon on the summer solstice to fulfil your end of the promise. If you are not, the brand will burn you to ashes." On the last word, the light disappears from my room. It is then when I notice the brand of the sun on my right forearm.