Shout out to KnightsKing. Thanks for the review! It's much appreciated. Meant to update earlier, but my electronics hate me and need a day to fix themselves.

All Angel could see was destruction. Remaintants of broken boulders and the fragments of a pillar of some sort hung suspended in the dark blue-purple area. The child wasn't sure which way was up and which was down. There was no geographical features spare a few boulders, pits, and the bunches of scraggy, black trees protruding from the red colored rubble she guessed was this dimension's version of soil. Her violet eyes spare a glance over the edge of the platform she was on and Angl reels back when she spots a never ending swirling vortex.

A shadow passes overhead and disrupts the little light illuminating the dark scenery. She feels a presence and faces forward. Her neck slowly cranes up to face the serpentine monster and feels its hot breath fan her face. Its six appendages flare scarlet from round its neck and its mouth seeps out crystalized air. Words, ancient and hideous, starts to form.

"Iahh khhll hoo…"

Angel hits the floor with a thump and the four pokemon jump at the noise. Calamity looks over the bed, her green eyes wide with concern, and bumps her trainer with a horn.

Angel pushes her sweaty hair away from her face and runs to the bedroom door. A quick glance at the clock shows it is a quarter to midnight. Her chest still pants erratically as she fumbles with the doorknob. She stumbles across the threshold and squints as the hall lights burn her corniea.

Garchomp stomps out into the hallway and examines the hall for the noise she had heard fumbling around. She stares in confusion at the child tripping over her feet toward the dagon, jabbering nonsense of jumbled and broken words. Slightly concerned with the child's paler than normal features she uses a wing to herd her toward the room while she continued to mumble out gibberish.

"Garchomp? Angel?! What are you doing up?" Cynthia asks as she rises from the couch she was sharing with Carolina. She leans down and gathers the child in her arm. The champion sits back down on the couch and begins to rub the little girl's back when she notices Angel is shaking in her arms.

"Shh, little one, you're okay. What's wrong, Love."

"That thing was in my dream. That serpent dragon. Its dimension's barren, distorted. What if that happens." Angel's breathing accelerates again at the memory.

"It's okay Angel. They won't get that far. We'll fix it." Cynthia reassures.

"But what if you can't. Uxie said that the rift will occur no matter…"

"Stop it Angel." Cynthia demands sternly, "No more of this mumbling about what the lake guardians have told you. I understand you want to help them, but we are finding it hard to believe that they would drag a child into this."

"But…you said you'd believe me."

Cynthia doesn't respond. Angel is placed on the ground as Cynthia stands and the violet eyes notice that Officer Jenny, Carolina, and a few others were watching them intently.

"I must admit that I believe you may have been approached my Mesprit, but this has happened before. I'm not sure why Azelf and Uxie would choose the same child to protect the region. It is getting dangerous and Team Galactic isn't a place where a child should play. I'm sending you back to the League until this blows over."

"What?!" Angel exclaims as she stares up at her in disbelief. "You can't do that! I promised to help them!"

"They are legendary pokemon who can take care of themselves. You are a child who is an amature in the art of battling. Even if your pokemon are strong it won't matter. It's not safe. You are going back."

"No, I'm not! I made a promise to Mesprit, and if Daddy taught me anything it's to keep a promise and help pokemon who need it. You can't control me Cynthia! It doesn't matter what you think, me and my pokemon are strong enough." Angel screeches.

The words whiz through the air before they dig into the blonde's chest, aiming for her heart. The champion clenches her muscles, tethering her arms to her side as she watches the platinum shove past the large beast trying to gently block her path and pivots around the corner to the hall.

The slate eyes downcast and Garchomp bumps Cynthia's arm in reassurance.

"I know you didn't want to do that Cynthia, but it's for the best. It would be unacceptable to let that little girl get hurt in a matter to big for her," Jenny insists as she and her partners begin to rise to leave the room.

Cynthia nods curtly and lets her silence be her answer. She purses her lips as she watches them leave through the open doorway. The champion ignores the condolences of her elder and maturely strides out of the room. Her coat tickles her skin as it shifts with her body and her vision is obscured by her blonde hair as she accelerates her speed. She storms through the hallway, Garchomp lumbering beside her, and forces her eyes forward when she passes Angel's room. The bitter air lashes against her face, its pins piercing her skin as she steps out into the dark.

Her slim hands grasps the pokeballs inside of her jacket. The orbs enlarge as they are tossed into the air and the five other pokemon are released. Togekiss tiredly and slowly blinks. Lucario stand stoically, but casts a slight glance behind him toward the house. Milotic coils herself inward to preserve space and her body shivers to generate heat. Spiritomb's phantasm head circle twists and bends around its center to look for Angel. The spirit droops when she doesn't find her. Roserade crosses her arms.

"Late night training. We need to be prepared for when Team Galactic attacks the lake guardians."

The six nod.

…

Angel watches as the veteran and her masterfully trained pokemon, her powerful weapons that can easily take down anyone who opposed her, but are instead treated as faithful companions, silently enter the shadows. Most likely off to the forest to destroy a section of innocent trees and boulders.

The platinum child motions for her pokemon to be quiet with a finger to her lips. She grabs her travel bag and throws it over her newly changed clothes. Her belt is fastened around her waist and she returns her pokemon, bar Calamity, into their traveling carriers. Calamity watches motionless as her trainer gathers her belongings and opens her window before making a barely audible bark of protest.

"I don't want to leave either Calamity, but if Cynthia is going to get rid of us then we don't really have a choice. I made a promise and I am going to keep it," Angel states defiantly.

She climbs out the window and waits for the absol to scramble out of the window frame. The duo stares at the building before glancing at the direction where the champion had walked off. Angel hitches her bag up onto her shoulder and lowers her body to prevent being spotted. The two slink along the walls of building and crawl around the areas that street lights illuminated in the street. Diadem is called out when the foggy breath of Route 210 blinds the child. The arcanine boils flames in his mouth to create some light against the soupy darkness. Angel mounts the canine and Calamity trots along beside them through the silence. Diadem turns his head to look over his shoulder when he feels moisture hit his fur. His dark eyes witness the little rivulets of water streaming down her face and the silent hiccups become more pronounced as the tears begin to swell.

Calamity whines at Angel's distress and Diadem picks up speed as their master begins bawling her eyes out. Her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on Diadem's ruff, the fur straining against the skin in her forceful grasp. The girl's back hills as she sobs and chokes over her own breath. Desperate to calm his master, Diadem raises to a sprint, attempting to put as much distance between the child and her pseudo mother.