Sorry for the long delay and short chapter. Life got hectic. I will more free time now and will try to post at least once every two weeks.
Side note: I don't own Pokemon.
-Russ's POV-
After paperwork and getting home, it was evening. Luckily I have a cot for Luke to sleep while shopping a few months back. Every one of my pokemon went to bed after I made sure that were fed and loved. I spent most of the night laying in bed staring at the ceiling or attending to Luke when she was hungry. The previous night is still fresh in my mind.
-Time Skip-
The next day after breakfast, every one of my pokémon and Pandora gets a chance to meet Marona. The Pokémon that is spending the most with her is Pandora. Luke is awake and Pandora is feeding Luke like one of her children in the lounge.
I am happy at the sight of Pandora and Luke's gleeful laugh but in the back of my mind, I can not shake the feeling of leaving. I did not expect Epimeth's hand. He said "We need to talk in private." In the master bedroom, Epimeth relays his suspicions about that night to me. He also adds that something has clicked inside of me yesterday morning. I give a heavy sigh. I consider my options. The voice did not say about Pokémon or bringing a companion. If I do become one, I need one to help me. Also if Epimeth says is true, there could be more to what has transpired.
I say to Epimeth "Bring Izalith here. This is as sensitive as it is absurd but it is not impossible." Epimeth nods and brings in Izalith. I explain the incident from that morning and show them my brand. Epimeth is dealing with it fairly well. Izalith is doing a face that most probably means "are you fucking serious?". After long, awkward silence, I speak up. " Izalith, I need you to protect me when I transform. Epimeth, you and Pandora are Luke's god parents when I leave. I need to do some WPO admin. Before I forget, Epimeth, when is the summer solstice?" Epimeth responds "Three days til then." "Thanks Epimeth."
I let Izalith and Epimeth leave the bedroom first. Before Epimeth disappears into the lounge, I say "Break it easy to the others." Epimeth nods in agreement. After Epimeth left the room, I pick up the bedroom telephone and dial the WPO HQ number. I was able to "quit" without rising much suspicion. The phone call is to Professor Birch. I asked him to check up on my son at least once a season. He tried to find out why but I told him that his profession would probably threaten my life and my daughter's life however maybe another time once I sorted things out. I hang up and put down the phone. I give out a heavy sigh. I have to cherish my last possible days with my son.