And there she was, standing in the grassy field as if nothing happened, after so many years. The only one thing different was the way in which she was looking at me. It wasn't the look which I remember but also it wasn't some angry glare. It was very normal sight, as I could give to a stone, the sky or some random pokemon I met. There was no twinkle in her eyes that I used to see.

"Should we run?"

"What is she doing here?"

"Are you sure that this is real?"

"We are not dreaming!"

"Well we wanted to find her sooner or later,"

"I would prefer later!"

"RUUUN!" Yelled the jolteon inside of me, silencing other discussing voices. But not scream silenced everyone but word what was spoken. My dark part of me: most sadistic, bloodthirsty and wild side wanted to run.

"It seems that something wrong is with him, maybe we were too long avoiding electricity?" said Flareon in his sarcastic tone.

"I don't miss volts going through me," stated Zenon the vaporeon.

"Focus, we can't screw it, we need to say something," remarked Myron.

"Or run," added Flareon.

"hr-Hi," I spoke aloud to the pokemon before me.

Did she recognise me? Did she remember me? We were long together but separate even longer. What if her feelings died during the time of separation?

"Hello, is everything okay with you?" she wasn't far away from me but also not too close, in the distance called 'safe'. She was standing stretched, keeping her head high and waving her nine tails behind. I remember that position, she was training that stealthy close after her evolution and showed me only after she mastered it, expecting that she would surprise me, and I faked my surprise.

I was still sitting as I had sat before, in the attempt to practice my psychic powers, she was from my left looking at me with her red eyes.

"Are we looking as we were ill?" questioned Lasota worriedly.

"No... I mean yes everything is fine," I answered her, snapping out of the thoughts.

"There is something familiar in this espeon," I heard her voice in my head. My psychic was still working without any control.

"Are you from the eeveelutions pack from that direction?" she asked pointing one of her tails to the way where I came here earlier.

"She can't recognise us, we showed her only our leafeon form," Kilian reminded me.

"Should we say who we are?" questioned Zenon.

"Yes, say it right now," screamed cheerfully Myron.

"How we tell her that we are espeon right now, she won't believe us,"

asked Lasota.

"Not mentioning age..." Zenon appended.

"Maybe we will do it later," Flareon proposed.

"It may don't be later," Myron contradicted.

"Shut up I can't focus," I said to my imagination silently looking down to hide my mouth.

"Um, could you repeat?" she remarked that I was mumbling something to myself.

"I came from there but I'm not from that direction," I said with problems to gather my thoughts "I mean pack, I'm not from local pack." I corrected myself, in the same moment her red eyes met mine.

"These eyes, they are the same as his," I heard again her mental voice again.

"Do you know leafeon named Myron?" she asked, "He has a longer tail than usual leafeon mostly grey eyes and he doesn't like going far from the plants, it's even his obsession to always was close to some vegetation."

"She remembers me!" Myron said, rejoicing.

"That was me," I cut his happiness getting another weird look from ninetales.

"And he was mumbling things to himself rarely, is he maybe your family?" she asked again.

"Family?" I repeated unsure and looked at her curiously.

"Emm, the pokemon who raised you," she explained and sat down, expecting longer talk.

Does that make Giratina my family?

"No, she didn't care about us in that way," argued Lasota.

How did I even appear in the Distortion World? I was sure that I remember days when I could be classified as 'normal' eevee and later because of being genetic pokemon in very unnatural for the eevees environment I went through multiple mutations, being manipulated by Giratina when my body tried to adapt to the Distortion World craziness.

But what was earlier? I couldn't remember any earlier memory. Maybe I had been hatched already in Distortion World but what was an egg of eevee doing there and who brought it there?

Maybe somewhere I had real family? But even if so, I wasn't able to find anything about it right now, too much time had passed.

"I don't remember my family," I answered the still waiting ninetales. I decided to act as normal as I could. That wasn't easy, my thoughts were buzzing in my head like in beehive.

"Stupid, she thinks that you are your own descendant," Kilian said making me aware.

"But why you are looking for him? Are you sure that he is still alive?" I already lived longer than normal eeveelution could. Did she somehow found out my differences?

"I know that he is alive, I don't know how to explain it but I have some weak psychic power and I still feel that he is somewhere even if he ... wait a minute. You are psychic, you can easily find him!" she started to speak very fast and was visibly excited. "Please help me, I have some mistake to repair and I've been looking for him a very long time."

"Nice, first I asked some fanatic dragon for help and now I ask some insane espeon," I read her thoughts.

Dragon? The only trace I found of the pokemon who hunt me was the dragon scale. Dragons were rare to meet so maybe it was the same one.

"Sorry but I'm novice psychic, not able to find anyone by this way," I said, I didn't even know that is possible earlier. "But what are you exactly doing when you are trying to find someone by psychic?"

"Well, I am not psychic-type so I need to focus really hard to 'hear' something. But shouldn't it be natural for you?"

"I can hear voices but I was actually trying to..."-Recognise them? get used to it?-"...practice," I answered.

"Sorry that I disturbed your practice then but was you practising hearing voices?" she said disbelievingly.

"Yes but it is a lot of them, every psychic pokemon hear so many voices at once?" I couldn't image hear it for the rest of my life and I doubted that someone else could change his type.

"No, you usually can read thoughts of someone well known to you or some weak minds. But there are exceptions like dark-types, for psychic pokemon they are like empty space and you know that in the empty space someone is only when you feel him with other senses," she explained. "But no one is around, whose mind did you try to read, mine?"

"No! I didn't even know that you are here," I disclaimed and ignored Kilian's grumbling about that I should pay more attention to my surroundings. "But only minds close to me? " Then why am I listening to the whole continent?

"Yes, that's how it works," she assured me. "You didn't notice that?"

No.

"Could you say some more about psychic powers? Maybe something about telekinesis?" I asked reminding failure with Rea and glass.

"I know only basics of basics, but maybe show me what you already can do to don't repeat things which you know," she said. I wasn't worried to hear something what I actually knew because I knew nothing.

She looked around and pointed to the tree.

"Maybe try to move this pine cone," she said.

I stood up and walked to the tree, on one of lower branches was hanging big white-brown cone.

I focused on it in the same way which I did with a glass: I tried to reach for it with my invisible paw of psychic, touch it, grab it. I pulled to me, cone started shaking, cone's stem tensioned but didn't uncouple from tree's branch. I again felt weak, cone's stem seems to be like if was made of steel.

"Oh, you can't even do the basics, how did you even evolve to espeon without knowing that. You need to use your emotion to 'fuel' your psychic, some strong one," she instructed me. " Without that, you won't lift anything."

Some strong emotion? I knew my strongest emotions but which one should I use? I knew that I couldn't use my love to Naert now, if she had some psychic powers she could recognise them, my fear... I didn't want to recall that. So maybe my hate toward Giratina? I thought that was the strong one but how to use it as a fuel? It wasn't that easy to just force myself to feel something.

I focused on the pine cone once again trying my best to use my psychic and focusing on Giratina, on how much she destroyed my life and how naive she though I am, that she thought that I would blindly just following her order. The cone, to my surprise, easily was lifted from the tree and was slowly floating to me.

I saw that because of my distraction, the cone started falling. So I focused again recalling Giratina but then everything went black.

I was standing on a flat square of ground which was the only one thing visible here in the dark void. The air was cold and dense as after heavy raining. Here seems to be impenetrable by my eyes, having limited sight I felt very uncomfortable as my fur on the back stood up and ears perked trying to hear anything. Something here was making tense atmosphere but all of this seems to be somehow familiar to me as if I saw it earlier.

"There is no escape from me!" through the darkness boomed powerful harsh but female voice which I knew. I never could forget that voice which I heard my whole time in distortion world. I shrunk, my ears immediately went flat at the back of my head and my split tail hid under my stomach.

I jumped, turning to the source of the voice and saw giant powerful jaws of serpentine ghost dragon inches before my head. I screamed with fear and jumped backwards falling to the back. When I rolled to my side I saw that I was in the forest again I was shaking spasmodically curled tight on the ground.

That wasn't my hate, it never was. There was always only fear, fear to meet her again. That why I was running not looking back, in fear of pain which she did to me which she would do if she could reach me. Death seems to be comfortable compared to that and I knew that I would beg her to let me die if she would someday get me again. Everything just to avoid the pain of changing, of losing myself because of her craziness.

My senses started to return to me, I could feel and noticing my surrounding again then I noticed that ...sobbing? I was really crying, curled tighter than I thought I ever could.

"It's okay, it's okay, calm down everything is okay, it was a just bad memory," I heard calm Naert's voice close to my ear. I lifted my head and saw that she was sitting close to me patting me with two of her tails. "Better?"

"Yes," I answered but my trembling voice showed otherwise. How easily my wall of hate which I built all these years to protect my soul from that fear was ruined, just by seeing Giratina again and it wasn't even real.

Naert's presence was comfortable, even if she didn't know that I was Myron. Or maybe was she? She had a knowledge about psychic so maybe she learned that somehow. She tried to calm me, she touched me and was speaking to me, that wasn't something that everyone would do to random meet pokemon. Or it was like mentioned Kilian that she thought that I found someone after her and now she met my child. But what exactly happened? I tried to use telekinesis, fueled this with my emotions and then everything went crazy.

"What happened?" I asked silently. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You need to choose emotions carefully, I am sorry that I didn't say it earlier. I didn't know that you can have emotions which could scare you so much, everyone has something which they are afraid of, but-but your fear was stronger," she spoke calmly. But I was again stricken by a train of thoughts, what if she don't love me as before? She seems to look for me but she was looking for me to be with me or to something different? If she loved me no more then maybe she would accept new me, Lasota the espeon. Did I even tell her my name?

"My name is Lasota," I said, I never liked this name as it was a name of the bad side of me but I couldn't name myself with my old name now, I wasn't the same as then. I wasn't the same Myron. When did I change so much? Where were my vigour, happiness, curiosity? Did I lose everything what I once had and become a shadow of former-self trying to live a life which wasn't mine?

"I am Naert, nice to meet you," she said nicely and seeing that I didn't need any more petting she moved on some distance. "Not much left from the cone." She added looking down at something on the ground.

I also stood up and walked to her to see on which she was looking. The cone was crushed and full of bruises and there was visible missing some parts. How lucky was that when I was about to lift Rea I used some other emotion, what was that emotion back then? Is it surprise an emotion?

"I think I can't just leave you here," she said after a while, did I made her think that it was something wrong with me? "Come with me I know someone who can take care of you."

I didn't like an idea that she was thinking about me in that way, that I was limited and not able to take care of myself but how could I refuse to come with her.

"Where you want to take me?" I asked her but already was following her.

"To the place where are living a mixed group of fire-types ruled by quite strong charizard, he is a little weird thinking that legendaries gave him a mission to hunt down the evil," she explained assuring me that I probably found my hunter. "I think he wouldn't have anything against psychic type and even as you are eeveelution you may stay there for some time if I ask him and make him sure that you won't start a pack there."

Going to the group of fire-types whose leader wanted me dead maybe wasn't smart, but as I thought about it, he maybe won't recognise me and prey coming to the hunter won't have any sense that it could even work.

We weren't talking during our walk, I was lost in thoughts because of this unexpected meeting and she didn't want to talk too. Environment stayed unchanged and monotonous so much that I became tired of looking at it and was blindly following Naert. She was walking fast as if she was about to run, so I needed to jog/trot to keep with her. But even in a hurry, she was from time to time looking back and then I was staring at the ground to not let her see the way in which I was looking at her still not believing my eyes that I found her or rather she found me. She was checking that I was still behind making me feel that I was a burden to her.

Did she feel the same when I tried to adapt her to the wild?

An advantage of walking fast was that we arrived at our destination quickly. We weren't there just yet but she told me that we were very close. But as we were moving closer and closer I started to, maybe not to hear because there weren't words or sounds but feel in the same way as hearing a wave of pain and feelings of lost hope. Strong fear was like a cloud floating above the place where we were heading.

"Naert? Are there things which are unique to fire type groups?" I asked, maybe there was nothing to worry about.

"Maybe it is a little more of fire and less of water but not anything which would need to be mentioned," she answered me seemingly oblivious to things which I sensed.

As we were even closer the air filled stinky odour of something that I couldn't clearly recognise. It was some mix of more than one odours and if I would be umbreon right now it would be possible to recognise each of them, but I wasn't and all that I could say about it was that it stank really badly. Naert noticed that too but it seems that she was more puzzled than disgusted, as I was.

Soon we entered very rocky part of a forest, but I wasn't sure if I could call it forest anymore as there was almost no trees around, I may say that there was a giant heap of smooth tawny stones formed into a hill in the middle of the forest. We were walking by the empty path between the high stones and piles of smaller rocks. Foul odour here become even more intense, I had a feeling that I could taste it by 'liking' the air. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw spots of something red between rocks. I stopped for a while I walked few steps into opposite direction to change my angle of seeing the red thing. From here I could see that the red blob on the ground was connected by a narrow path to something that was behind a corner of one of the rocks. I could only see something that looked like...a leg but only one, I wasn't close enough to see clearly what was behind the corner so I wasn't sure if there was really someone's limb. And I didn't feel any life by my psychic behind the rock so I guessed that no one was there... or no one alive.

That thought made my fur on my back stand up slightly and I quickly ran to Naert who already made some distance ahead of me.

"Are you sure that we are where we supposed to be," I questioned as I finally caught up to her.

"Yes, there is no need to worry, just one more corner and we meet with..." as we walked around one more corner she stopped in half breath seeing scene before us.

In the big place without roof made by rocks, were lying dozens of bodies of different fire types, from small ones like fennekin to giant charizard in the centre, everyone in deep lake of blood, as rock didn't absorb the red liquid. Bodies of the dead were devastated, smaller one were hard to recognise since sometimes even half of its body were missing and some of their limbs and others things which should be rather inside of the body were lying around.

But my interest caught creature at the opposite side of the room. It was visible that this creature was also dead, half of its head was a red bloated crooked bubble and its flank was cut across revealing white rib bones. His pose was intriguing, because that wasn't the pose in which someone could die. It was more like if some played with this body using it like a doll to make a scene. As I watched closely I came out to that creature was someday arcanine, but because of missing parts of his body, I wasn't sure. The arcanine was lying on his stomach as if he was resting keeping the head of charizard, only head, on his forepaws as some kind of trophy with a dead smile on his lipless muzzle.

"What happened here?" Naert said shakily looking around "Wha wha? Who?" she was about to cry and backed away from the scene, just to be far from the blood, and without a word turned and ran. She may know this pokemon, I wasn't chasing her. I knew that she need support now but there was more one thing to see, who did this. Rea and Naert described someone who was haunting me as powerful creature since he was lying now before me in the pond of blood and his head became with probably his arcanine friend a decoration of this group grave.

I walked to charizard's body and examined them, he had multiple cuts and bites almost on every inch of his body, there were deep and broad. His wings were completely missing and I couldn't find them. That means that he was fighting before he died, cut on his side. The enemy attacked from the left with claws, bite on the hand. He wanted to defend himself but got bitten, a wide wound across his back. His enemy was too fast for him and he leapt on his back, and finally bit his head off.

Then I moved to the arcanine, but there was one problem. Arcanine's body was missing. From the dramatic monument, only charizard's head left on the ground. I looked around but didn't see him.

He was dead, he couldn't just decide to go for a walk. But everything was showing that corpse that he really went on a walk.

Was I really that focused on this charizard that I missed resurrection two meters away from me?

In the pond of the congealed blood was a path of prints, which could belong to arcanine as earlier I didn't saw them. Size also fitted arcanine's large paws. As I followed the prints which weren't to hard to find as the mystery creature, I wasn't believing that arcanine really stood up, went through the same which I and Naert came here. But there was a thing which started to be my fear. Why were these prints following Naert's scent?

But then it struck me, now I knew why I could so easily follow a scent, even if I was espeon right now with a bad sense of smell. I had smelled these odours earlier, in the city, while I found the strange mirror in the building where I was once kidnapped. And now I wasn't following just arcanine, it was a creature from distortion world which Giratina somehow possessed and sent here and which was now going for Naert. I immediately sped up as fast as I could, I couldn't lose her, not now after we met again, not ever!

Naert!

I screamed in my mind, I tried to focus while running and try to locate her somehow with my psychic but that was useless, I didn't know how to use it.

Myron?

Answered voice in my head, did I just said something by psychic? Was it telepathy? Not wasting time on wondering how this worked I screamed in my mind again.

Run!

As I said it through my mind, I was overwhelmed by a wave of worry and fear. Not only via mind link but also of my own, she hadn't any chance to be faster than arcanine. I needed to think about something which could be helpful right now. These must be something that I could do, there always was.

But I had only psychic through my side, weak and untrained power. But maybe not completely useless. It was weak because I wasn't using it correctly.

The path of track become chaotically going between trees, and sometimes through fallen tree trunks. I guessed that it was where it catch up to Naert, but I didn't see her body yet so I still had hope.

The ground all around was burned and some small fire was still burning where the grass was thicker. And then I saw them, Naert was really tired, breathing heavy standing shakily on all fours, from her mouth was thick black smoke showing that she used a lot of fire moves and couldn't make more. A vastness of her fear seems to push me away. Before her was standing the arcanine, but he wasn't healed from wounds which I saw on him earlier. Part of his head was still missing and his side was ripped open. There was not possible that he could stay alive but he was staying as if he was completely fine. He noticed me, moving his only one ear in my direction as I wasn't silent as usually.

"Oh, look who is here," said deep, vibrating in the air voice of the arcanine. "Our hope of better tomorrow, I really was looking to meet you First One,"

First one? First where?

"I don't remember that I heard about you," I answered him closing a distance trying to stand between him and Naert but he moved too, crossing my way. I didn't want to come too close to him so I stopped where I was.

"Because you don't, I just heard about you from Giratina. She was preying on you. How better than me you was when you were in Distortion World, how much important you were, and how stupid you were," it said, I saw that behind him Naert collapsed but still was conscious. From where I was I could see that she wasn't wounded or wounded that hard to be it visible from distance.

I started walking slowly in a circle around him trying to get between him and Naert but he followed me. Both of us were now orbiting around Naert, still keeping distance between us. Then the half dead arcanine laughed.

"So that is the reason! Because of some feeble creature, you turned away from a legendary!" he muttered it as if it was some poison. "So hopeless, how you can love a thing which will die because of you!"

"She won't die!" I almost screamed faster than I wanted. This made arcanine showing his sharp teeth...or was it a smile?

"She won't, are you saying? It seems that you don't know too much about your own existence," he was visibly having fun in making me angry. "You, the only one who left Distortion World, have an ability to curse things around you, did you ever think why? The energy of distortion is going through you all the time, going into a structure of this world changing it. You are a walking portal to distortion world."

"You are lying, you said that only I have this ability but there were no others! It was always only me!" I already lost control on my voice which started to sound insane even for me.

"Yes, it was. But being here you are making barrier between worlds weaker and weaker with every day. Giratina already can communicate with this world. And her promises, I can wish whatever I want, I just needed to do some of her orders. Like taking another's life obviously, your suffering will be as a bonus," he continued. "I can't kill you just yet, the barrier needs to be weaker and if you die all processes will stop; but I found it funny. I have only one dilemma, which one of you will suffer more, she when I make you suffer in pain? Or you when I kill and rape her on your view, an order would be random."

I couldn't take it anymore, I was shaking from the anger inside of me. I felt pain when I was gritting my teeth and desire to murder. He thought that because of some deal with Giratina he became a demon and enjoyed that thinking that now can do whatever he want. I'll show him, I'll show him what being a demon means.

I changed my walking direction straight at him, he also stopped and was visibly happy, grinning with his crooked teeth but didn't change his position still being turned flank to me.

Did our size difference make him think that I was not dangerous for him?

Taking this as an advantage I sped up and leapt at him making scratch through his face and immediately jumping back to avoid his eventual counter. But he didn't move as an attack would never come. I saw that I left new red cuts on his face.

"Didn't you notice my wounds? Some new cuts won't change anything. That what I asked Giratina, I wanted to be invincible, that is the first part of her gift, a second I will earn when I end the fight with you. Not to mention your scratching is more like tickling," he said and finally moved. But he wasn't running, he just started walking, slowly approaching me. I wasn't waiting for him going for him again, jumping high, to leave new cuts on his left eye but this time he moved his head and I hit his shoulder. Then I noticed that I didn't feel any warmth from him when I touched him.

Not wasting time I ran in a circle going to his flank, I released my attack going under him and biting his neck as hard as I could. He didn't yell in pain but he tried to shake me off. And he succeeded, as my bite wasn't too hard. I managed to land on all four and by complete luck, landing between him and Naert.

Was he really already dead? Is it possible to kill too much mobile corpse?

The fact that I was in espeon form also wasn't helpful, that form could be fast but claws and teeth were short, not able to make real harm to even smaller pokemon. The sun was close to the horizon but I couldn't depend changing form in the middle of the fight, it was still few hours before sunset.

As I was standing and contemplating how to kill something which seems to be dead, the arcanine's patience ran out and as he was standing he jumped at me flying almost whole distance between us with incredible acceleration.

I felt that I lost my ground when heavy paw struck me, scratching through my side, his long claws scrubbing on my ribs going to my neck. I landed few meters from the place where I was standing.

"Lasota!" Naert yelled but I wasn't listening and stood up but immediately fall again on the ground when a wave of pain fulfilled my mind.

"That was all? I am disappointed. Your yellow friend was harder effort to deal with and I hope she is ready for round two," taunted me arcanine. "It will be a pleasure to have some private time."

His last word lost its snide character and was replaced by surprise when I finally stood up, I was in great pain but I didn't want to show it standing as if nothing happened. The only thing which could show that I had any injury was a thick cloud of fumes around me spreading in every direction and following my every move.

"What would you do without this ability," asked my Kilian, who boasted how my ability was able to save me.

"Probably died long ago," I answered, my pain which now almost disappeared actually helped me. I stopped thinking about a thing which arcanine told me, about what he could do after I lose, now I could focus on the fight. I had to win and I knew how.

I focused my sight on arcanine but my mind on the ninetales behind me. Time seems to slow down, arcanine started running toward me but I knew that he won't manage to hit me in time. I foresaw that, it was completely new experience, the short vision didn't replace my sight but I saw them at the same time as realm. Strong emotion, I was thinking about Naert, our first meeting, places which we visited in these three years and nights which we had spent together.

It was fulfilling me, supplying my psychic, like a river supplying a millwheel. Random things started to fly, from the sand, to a pine cone or fallen leaves to the white and grey rock, fallen branch and devastated arcanine who was growling and scuffling in my invisible grasp, biting and scratching the air trying to free himself. Even my own healing smoke was swirling between other flying objects.

Arcanine was screaming but not from physical pain, that was his mind which was in pain as I pushed my mental paw ahead.

"You won't do it, you couldn't use others elements than electricity, that how I created you," I heard well know the voice of Giratina coming from arcanine's mind as something which I couldn't exactly identify started to leave his mind, this thing was dark and full of rage.

"You won't take anyone more," I send a mental message to this dark thing and this answered.

"I will, your flareon friend will be next!" it answered me and disappeared, and with this all my focus. Flying parts of environment fallen to the ground in rain of things. Arcanine too, he fell on his side with his tongue drawn far from his mouth and this time when dark energy left him he was really dead.

I didn't even notice when I lied on the side but as I was about to get up I felt a powerful migraine and my sight become dark.

A pain, and noise, buzzing mixed with ringing, random voices somewhere in the background, it were things which fulfilled my mind after I woke up, not opening my eyes I guessed that it was still a day since I felt its rays on my side. I felt weird, my muscles didn't scream with the pain of exhaustion but I find it hard to move. I couldn't focus on any thought as images appeared and disappeared. I wasn't able to remember any of them even for a second. I was lying on my stomach and could feel soft grass under me, but I felt as if I was spinning in every possible direction.

Deep breath changed to harsh rasping as my throat was dry like a rock on the sunny day of summer, able to roast bugs if they stayed there too long. Every effort to move seemed to be pointless and out of reach. I felt as if my body was only a cover, prevent me from feeling every impulse from 'outside'. I lifted my eyelids as if it was some heavy gate of ones of humans entrances.

Yes, it was still a day but I didn't recognise my surrounding, it was some clearing full of short bushes that if I stood up I would be in the same high as them. Bushes were full of leaves but there were no fruits. The only sight that there were fruits on them in the past were broken stems.

I hardly moved my head into left to find that I was at the bank of the lake, as I saw water I immediately felt that I needed to drink, I desperately needed to drink. I crawled to the lake and put my whole head into the cold water.

Cold on my head was redemptive as my migraine became much easier to tolerate. I drink hungrily as if there would but no more water in my life and stopped when I started to suffocate, lying flat on the lake bank gasping for air. When I catch my breath I rested my head on forepaws. I saw that my paws changed their colour to blue but shortly after they returned to lavender. I was close to change.

"I see that you are awake," I heard a female voice somewhere from the left. "At first I wanted to thank you for saving me," said ninetales coming in my sight "But you have a lot to explain Lasota. Try to lie to me and I will be worst than that-thing. Where and when did you meet Myron?!"

"Myron? But..?"

"When you warned me I clearly felt him and later seeing what you did fighting I am sure that you are far from being a novice psychic and you could fake his appearance," said Naert angrily "But you had to have met him earlier. Tell me about it!"

I saw that the sun behind her was hiding behind the horizon and only half of it was still visible. That meant for me that I couldn't stay as espeon to long. I hadn't anywhere to hide, I already start to feel weaker and weaker in my espeon form and needed to force it to didn't change just yet.

"Okay, okay you want to find him right? Just look then," maybe holding my secrets all this time was a mistake? Maybe if I would tell her at the start about it anything bad wouldn't happen? But how she could react? Would she accept me how I really am? I decided to give it a try. I really wanted her back to my side, her twinkle in her eyes while she was looking at me, a blanket of her tails, pokemon precious to me, I wanted to be back with my mate, just like in the old days. I hadn't much time if I wanted her to believe me I had to change into leafeon before the moon would change me to umbreon. In hurry but also without whipping movements I moved to the bushes making with them contact forcing myself for faster change.

"Hey wait, what you are doing?" asked a little surprised Naert as the changes started, forced by me they were much faster than usually. And after few second I was standing before her as a grass type. I felt enormous relief that I lost connection to my psychic power as my mind was much clearer now. Moving my forehead leaf at the back of my head I looked at Naert.

"I am Myron,"