Myra woke up and looked around wildly, she thought for sure that dream was real! But all she saw was the dark gray interior of her tent. She lifted the flap and saw the sun just coming up from her right. Her bag was a mess from yesterday's excitement, so she took a few minutes to organize everything, under her map was the egg. It seemed to be more of a deep blue color today. She rubbed her eyes, maybe she just wasn't awake enough. The egg seemed so black before. She turned it over in her hands, it seemed to almost glow in the dim light. It didn't have any scratches from the ride on Ponyta, and it was hard as a rock! Myra wondered if it could be broken at all. She placed it back in her pack and headed to the crowded pokècenter to pick up Ponyta. Today she and Della would be separated until they were done with the gym leaders. They made plans to meet up in Cerulean City just in case one of them had trouble with the gym leader. Myra knew the leader had rock-type, and that Ponyta would have a hard time, but she was confident that her hard hitting stomps would eventually wear them down.

Myra and Ponyta headed to the north end of Pewter City. Ponyta was looking very lively today, the Chansey at the pokècenter had done a great job making her as good as new. The flames on her mane and tail wear blazing strongly in the sun. At the very north side of Pewter City was an ancient building, it was long since abandoned from Ash Ketchum's time, but it used to be a huge science museum with fossils in it. But since then someone broke in and stole all the fossils, and with nothing to display, the museum shut down. Myra knew there was nothing in there, but she wanted to have a look anyway. Some said it was haunted from the ancestors of the fossils it once housed, and it looked it. There were vines running down between the huge stone walls, and there was rust all over the door frame to the huge entrance. The door screeched as she pushed it open, and sunlight swept over the huge room.

There were still some old pieces of furniture laying throughout the museum, and tables with layers of dust over them. She could see small footprints from the little kids in the town exploring, but they only got a couple feet from the door, where the footprints ended and turned back to run away. Ponyta had her nose to the floor, sniffing, once in a while jerking her head up to look at something. Myra was hoping to find a clue about the egg, or possibly the drawing of Mew. She had it with her because Della wanted to stuff her bag with pokèballs to try to catch some more pokèmon. She took out the drawing and held it up to the light to see, and she saw something amazing! Within the drawing were lines all connected to a single point, where they broke out again. It was beautiful, and there were symbols within the lines, they looked familiar somehow, but Myra couldn't place where she'd seen them. She pulled out her journal and started drawing them out, hoping to solve the puzzle. Just then a soft creaking noise started behind her. The door slammed shut, and Myra's heart started beating a million miles an hour. It was pitch black, all she could see was Ponyta shining brightly far on the other side of the museum. Then a dark shadow got between her and Ponyta and the light.

Something solid rammed into Myra, and just as she was about to scream, she heard a thunk as Ponyta kicked the mass to the ground. Myra looked at the intruder's face in the light of Ponyta's flaming body. It was the arrogant boy in the woods! Roger! But where was his Pidgey, and why was he here? He slowly opened his eyes, still dazed from Ponyta's powerful kick.

"What are you doing here?" Myra asked.

"I saw the door open and decided to come in, the door accidentally shut behind me so I was looking for a light switch when I got attacked by your pokèmon!"

"Where's your pokèmon?"

"Pidgey is staying at the pokècenter for an extra day, we had a rough trip through the forest."

"Oh...I was going to ask you to battle, but without Pidgey-"

"I'll go get him and be right back!"

Myra returned to sketching out the puzzle within the ancient drawing, waiting for Roger to return. She noticed again the strange symbols, and sketched them out as well. She thought about showing them to Roger in case he knew what they were, but thought better of it, she didn't know him well enough to entrust this information to him. Though maybe one symbol wouldn't hurt…

Roger burst through the ancient door of the museum with Pidgey flying through the air behind him. Myra was excited, though some worry started eating at her stomach. Roger was a good trainer, and she wasn't sure if she could lead Ponyta well enough to win against him. They cleared off some of the debris to make room for a battle. The room was lighter now, with some dust swirling around in light circles. The two trainers squared off, tension emanating between them. Sparks danced off Ponyta in the charged room, and Pidgey ruffled it's feathers.

"Pidgey! Sand attack!"

"Ponyta! Agility!"

They both yelled at the same time. Ponyta became a blur as the dust in the room rose, neither trainer could see the other. The pokèmon danced in the dust together, jumping off old pieces of furniture as they came together and fell apart throughout the battle. Both trainers used their best strategies, but despite this, the pokèmon were beginning to tire. The battle dragged on, and the dust settled. Now Myra could clearly see Roger on the other side of the room, teeth clenched and eyes squinted in concentration. Ponyta was moving slower now, but so was Pidgey. They were so evenly matched! Then as the pokèmon ran towards each other one more time, Pidgey fell from the air in a mound of feathers, and Ponyta staggered to the ground with a soft whinny. Roger and Myra ran to their pokèmon. They had both gone down at the same time! Myra pulled the remaining berries from her pack and handed one to Roger as Ponyta gulped hers down. The two trainers looked at each other with understanding in their eyes. This was not over, not even close. Myra knew she had to prove that she was better by beating the gym leader first!

There was mutual silence as they walked out of the old museum together towards the pokèmon center. The sun was setting beside the stone gym when they looked over to see that the line of trainers had gone down. They both stopped.

"I found something, I wanted to know if you knew what it was," Myra asked.

Roger looked down at her journal to see the drawing of a strange symbol. It was a gray octagon that looked like it was carved to be set in a piece of jewelry.

"I've never seen this before," Roger responded. He took his time looking it over, then before Myra could say anything, he flipped to the next page, and then the next. She stood there not knowing what to do, how dare he just start flipping through her journal! After he flipped to the last page he looked up and asked, "where did all of this come from?"

Myra had no choice but to explain everything that had happened.

"It's a long story, come on, let's take our pokèmon to the pokècenter first."

That night she explained everything to Roger, and they discussed what everything could mean. Myra set her alarm early so she could be the first in line for the gym the next day, she wanted to get on her way and figure out the map and symbols. As she slipped into her sleeping bag, she took one last look at the egg, it shimmered a deep ebony in the dark. Maybe I was just imagining it today when it was blue.