Okay, I need to be shot now. Four updates in one day is just plain silly.

I can't give you a breif summery of this Episode without spoiling the suprise.

Comments please.

Episode 121: Settled Dust

"What do you mean, 'what now'?" Mew asked, glanced at Fervo.

"Do we get our memories wiped so we can't reveal your existance or something?" The Treecko asked.

"Were you planning on revealing my existance?" Mew replied.

"Not really, no one would believe us anyway."

"Then why would I need to wipe your memories? It'd be a complete waste of energy. And I am a lazy sod."

"Well, you sure don't act like the ancestor of all Pokémon," Fervo pointed out.

"Do you know how I'm suppossed to act?" Mew asked, faking angry, "because I sure as hell don't."

"Meep," Fervo muttered, taking a step back, "I'm sorry."

"I'm just messin' with you," Mew laughed, "I do that."

I sat down, exausted from all the fighting, and winced as I put pressure on the slice in my side. I took a look down, it wsn't deep and there wasn't a lot of blood. The little blood there was trickled through the gaps between my scales and created a pretty, yet morbid, effect.

I glanced up at Tate, while Mew and Fervo kept talking, and he was still staring at the Shadowstone.

"Are you going to do anything else except stare at that thing?" I asked, snapping him out of it. He jeked his paw back and glared at me.

"Don't do that," he muttered, "you scared the life out of me."

"Seriously," I said, ignoring Tate's words as I got up, "what is so interesting about a rock?"

Mew turned to both of us and stepped fowards, "that stone is the elemental stone for darkness. Very rare, thankfully. Those things amplify negetive emotions and traits, turning anyone with a single fault into a psychotic in weeks. That Bayleef must have had it for a while if he was able to control the shadow abilities so well."

"So, anyone who holds it will turn evil?" Fervo asked, making Mew chuckle.

"For lack of a better term, yeah. Tate, hand that thing over before it takes you. I can destroy it."

Tate looked at the three of us, before glancing back at the stone in his claws. I could see indecision running across his face, so added my own orders, "Tate, just give it to Mew. Trust me, that thing is better of destroyed. If not, another Bayleef will come and this whole thing will happen again."

Tate looked at me and returned his gaze to the stone. He stood like that for a few seconds before finally holding out his paw and letting Mew take the black rock.

"See," the Legendary said as he held the stone by the rope that ran through it, "that wasn't so hard. If you'd kept hold of it for much longer, you would have been affected perminantly. Emotionaly scarred for life and all that kinda stuff. Plus, I'd have had to beat you near to death so I could take it from you."

We all watched as Mew threw the Shadowstone into the air, and it shattered into millions of pieces.

"Couldn't you have done that before we nearly got killed fighting?" Tate asked, looking slightly cheesed off.

"I wish, but the Shadowstone is immune to psychic power while it is being used by somebody. Or it is using them, depending on your perspective."

"Are you always this confusing?" Fervo muttered, scratching the back of his head.

"Pretty much," Mew replied, "would you stop the scratching? It annoys me when Flame does it and you are no exception."

Then I finally asked something that was bugging me, "why did you show up anyway? What about 'not interferring'?"

"You didn't complain about that when I saved you from that Persian in Cerulean," Mew retorted, "besides, I didn't have a choice. They tried to summon some sort of evil power, that the Shadowstone decided that it wanted."

"And they got you," I interrupted, "well, the evil part is about right."

"Oh haha," Mew replied, sarcasticaly, "have a go at the pink cat. Very funny."

"I think I deserve it," I chuckled, "after all, I did save you from having your head being lopped off."

Mew turned away, muttering what I guessed were curses. They definatly were not praises, I know that much.

"Anyway," he said, eventually, "I'd love to stick around and chat but I really need to finish my shower."

"Yeah," Fervo chuckled, "you're covered in dirt."

"I don't see why you would want to be clean, considering your fur colour," I added, "I'd prefer brown over bright pink."

"Oh haha," Mew muttered as he vanished, leaving the three of us alone once more.

We all turned back to the tunnels and were heading for the sleeping caves when I felt a strange chill in the air. I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt scared. Fervo and Tate noticed and glanced across at me. I ignored their quizzical gazes and looked over my shoulder.

There was nothing there, nothing except dust floating in the light offered by the dropped green crystals that littered the arena cavern. Then I realised something, there was no dust near us. It was only in the center, which made no sense considering that all of the explosions and stuff happened near the cavern's edges. Besides, it should have settled during the ten or so minutes that passed.

"Flame?" Fervo asked, "anything wrong?"

"I hope not," I replied as I headed back towards the crystals. Tate and Fervo followed behind, while I focused on the dust cloud.

"Hey, maybe we should take the green crystals. We're going to need them if we want to lead the other Blues out of here," Tate said, interrupting the silence. I noticed that the dust moved towards him when he said that.

"Can you guys see this?" I asked, pointing to the cloud as it moved towards me and stopped when I finished speaking.

"What the hell is it?" Fervo asked, finally spotting the cloud. He shrank back as it moved towards him.

I slowly moved closer, staying as silent as possible. I made my tail flame as bright as I could without it making any flickering noise and was finally able to make out the entire dust form. My eyes widened but I stopped myself speaking out, I was so close that if it moved towards me then I would be caught.

I slowly shuffled back, reaching down and grabbing a few green crystals as I went. I kept my eyes firmly locked on the dust form, stopping whenever it made the slightest twitch.

Then, a chilling voice came from it.

"I can smell your fear," the voice said, and all three of us spun around and legged it for the tunnel entrance. None of us wanted to face that thing, especially not me.

"You cannot run forever," it called after us, "I will get you eventually, Flame."

"What the hell was that thing?" Tate muttered in between deep breaths as we stopped in the safety of the tunnels, "and how did it know your name?"

"I guess the summoning did work, and it couldn't have picked a more evil Pokémon," I gasped in reply, "we don't want to get anywhere near that thing again. We won't be able to beat it, I only managed to kill it through luck."

"You still haven't said what it was," Fervo pointed out, "I would like to know what I'm scared of."

"It was, or still is, a demon of a Hypno. One that doesn't want to stay dead," I said, glancing down the tunnel that lead away from that cavern, "one that, I hope, will never move from that cave."