Ch.27: Tony's New Goal! Let the Journey to Scorch Grave Continue!

Sleep was nearly impossible for Angel and Cheri to obtain after being afflicted with the Curse of Sickness. Every part of them ached, wailed, moaned, and just hurt. Constant stomach aches, vomiting, violent sneezing; the list goes on. It was, by far, the worse experience they've ever had to endure.

Now, things were calmer. They barely remembered a tiny cup being placed against their lips and fed down their throats. It took a while, but that concoction they drank lifted their ailments and woes. Scratchy throats were healed up. Chest pains from sneezing were lifted. Sneezes were subdued and calm. As the concoction was fed to them, they found the will to get sleep.

The first to awaken was Angel. Her eyes fluttered open softly. She doesn't remember sleeping that well in ages. She almost felt right with the world. Almost, since her body was still very sore from the sneezing, vomiting, and other ailments. Even so, she felt amazing. She was still weak, but no longer was she suffering.

She made the attempt to push herself up. If Morgan was lurking around, he was likely going to force her back into bed to conserve her strength. The Raichu rolled her eyes jokily. She has been laying in a bed for a long time, even before the curse. All she wanted to do was sit up and enjoy the peace and quiet.

She turned to her right, then blinked in surprise. There was a tray of food right next to her. Warm Oran berry stew mixed with vegetables, slices of bread with Grepa berry jam spread across it, and, for a delicious beverage, a glass of lemonade. A card was present on the tray, too. Angel grabbed and opened it. It read:

'Told you I could do it. Eat up, rest well, and get better soon.'

-Love, Tony.

Angel's eyes shimmered, smiling happily. "Oh…my sweet, little boy…" She hugged the card, then placed it back on the tray before bringing it onto her lap. She rubbed her hands together. "Now I can finally enjoy a meal!" She took the spoon, scooped up some broth with some vegetables and Oran, and slurped it. She smacked her lips, then shivered in delight. "Oh, this is amazing!" She chuckled. "Then again, anything's amazing after that mess." She went for a second bite.

Cheri shifted in her sleep, hearing her mom's slurping. She opened her eyes, then yawned quietly. She pushed herself up, then groaned. Her back felt pretty sore, along with everything else. She rubbed her eyes, then looked at her hands. No more white markings stretching over her body. She smiled in relief.

Her nose twitched, smelling a familiar aroma she was particularly fond of. She sniffed the air, looking all over the room, before her eyes fell on the basket sitting by her side. Her eyes lit up in surprise and glee. It was the best thing she could ever wake up to: a basket of Bluk berries.

She squealed loudly, almost making her mother spill her stew over. "BLUK BERRIES!" Without hesitance, she grabbed the basket and went to town on the berries, shoving them into her mouth and chewing on them with delight. She failed to notice the card that bounced out of her basket from her crazed eating. It fell open and read:

'A promise is a promise.'

-Love, Tony.

Angel laughed at her daughter's untidy manner of eating. "At least your appetite is back in full swing." She slurped another helping of stew.

"And how are my two favorite patients doing?" Angel looked at the staircase and saw Morgan walking up.

She smiled. "Much, much better."

Cheri ceased eating for a moment. Her hands and around her mouth were stained black from the berry juice. She grinned, showing off her pitch-black teeth. "I'm in heaven!" She went back to gorging on berries.

Morgan scratched his head, chuckling. "Yes, well…I still need to perform a checkup on you two. The curse may have been lifted, but I want to be positive that you two are okay."

Angel nodded. "Of course."

Morgan raised his hands once he was between them. "Inspectio Threads." The purple string floated out of his fingertips and circled around them. He closed his eyes and visualized both of their vitals. All the original abnormalities he picked up before were now gone. Aside from soreness and Angel's original conditions, they were free of the curse's hold. He dispelled the thread, then smiled. "Well, you two are looking fine. A little bedrest and you'll be right as rain."

Cheri grinned. "Sweet!" She went back to munching on her Bluk berries.

Morgan chuckled, then looked at Angel. "You're still sick from the air, of course."

Angel sighed. "Well…I hung in just fine before."

He patted her shoulder with a friendly smile. "We'll get you back on your feet in time."

She smiled back. "You've been a big help to our family, Morgan."

He chuckled. "I'm a doctor. It's what I do." He stood up, grabbed his flask, and took a drink. "Anyway, if you need anything, just call me. I'll be downstairs sorting orders."

"Oh wait," she said before he could leave. "Where's Tony?"

He took another sip from his flask. "He's downstairs talking to those treasure hunters that helped you."

She smiled. "I need to give them all my thanks. They've been a big help."

Morgan chuckled. "Well, that's probably a good idea, because they're heading out later."

She frowned. "They're leaving already?"

"They weren't planning on staying here. They have important business to take care of."

Angel sighed glumly, then smiled. "Oh well…I'm just happy Tony made some new friends."

Morgan walked over to the stairs and placed his hand on the railing. "I'll tell them you two are awake. Oh, and also…" He glanced at them. "…I think Tony's beginning to spread his wings."

Angel and Cheri, after pulling herself awake from the Bluk berries, blinked in confusion. "Huh?" they both expressed.

He capped his flask and put it in his back pocket. "He'll explain, don't worry." He walked down the stairs, leaving the two electric mice to look at each other with the same level of confusion.

A moment later, before they went back to eating, the stomping of rushing feet sound up the stairs. Tony grabbed the bannister and flipped over it, showing off a bright grin. "You're awake!" He ran over to his mom and hugged her.

"Oof!" she gasped from the surprise hug. "Careful, I'll snap like a twig." She smiled warmly and hugged her son back. "Oh, I'm so proud of you."

He pulled back and chuckled. "For what?"

"Just for being you." She bopped his nose with her tail, laughing. "I was nervous about you fighting those thugs, but I knew you would never let us down."

He grinned. "Never in a million year."

Cheri raised her arms, pouting. "Hey! Don't I get a hug, too?!"

Tony raised a brow, grinning in amusement. She had Bluk berry stains on her hands, face, and dress. "Yeesh sis, what happen to your table manners?"

She groaned. "Just shut up and hug me!"

He rolled his eyes, then brought the messy Pikachu into a warm, inviting hug. She hugged back, snuggling into his chest. He patted her back. "I told you that you'd pull through…"

She nodded. "Uh huh…because I trust you."

He closed his eyes, smiling. "Thanks, sis."

More sets of feet made their way up the stairs, this time being Team Ravenfield. They took a moment to watch the sibling exchange between the two. Gwyn awed at the sight, clasping her hands together. Flint chuckled to himself.

Wes took his hat off and grinned. "So nice to see you two awake. We're glad we got the antidote to you on time."

Angel nodded. "We can't thank you enough for what you have done. I feel ashamed that we can't repay you."

Ella raised her paws and shook them in a refusing manner. "No debts. We wouldn't feel right with all you two had to go through."

Flint nodded. "As my brother said, we're happy that you're well."

Angel smiled. "You all are too kind." She placed a hand on her chest. "I don't think we've properly introduced. I'm Angel. That is my daughter, Cheri."

Cheri waved excitedly. "Hello!"

Wes waved back. "Nice to meet you two. I'm Wes Ravenfield."

Flint bowed his head. "I'm Flint Ravenfield, his older brother."

Ella grinned. "I'm Ella Cipher."

Gwyn beamed with joy. "And I'm Gwyn Belladonna!"

Angel chuckled. "A pleasure to meet you all." She looked at Tony. "I'm sorry for all the trouble my son caused you. Morgan said you were busy, so I hope he didn't delay your plans."

Wes shrugged. "Eh, we were planning on staying here for a few days." He laughed awkwardly. "Though, he did cause some problems when he stole from us."

Tony looked over his shoulder and smirked. "I said I was sorry."

Wes stuck his tongue out. "I know."

Angel giggled. "Well, it was kind of you to help my son get the antidote."

Flint chuckled. "Actually ma'am, while we did get the antidote, the one from Aeternus isn't the one that saved you." He pushed Gwyn forward, which made her squeak. "She's the one who made the antidote."

Angel was surprised. "Oh, really?"

Gwyn clasped her hands behind her back, looked down meekly, and kicked at the ground with an embarrassed blush. "Oh, it was nothing. Nothing at all."

Angel smiled. "Thank you very much, Gwyn. You must be a skilled potion maker."

Gwyn smiled shyly. "I…did what I could."

Wes wrapped his foreleg around her, wearing a bright grin. "Aww, don't be so shy! Soak in the praise! You're amazing!" She looked away meekly, but a proud smile was stretching out.

Cheri threw her hands up. "You guys are like travelling superheroes!"

Ella chuckled with narrowed eyes. "Superheroes are the last thing that describes us, but the comparison is flattering."

"Are you sure you have to go?" she then asked, sounding sad. "We just became friends."

Ella smiled softly, sympathetic for the young Pikachu. "Sorry sweetie, but we are on an important mission. We can't afford to stick around for too long."

"Where are you all heading?" Angel asked.

"Scorch Grave City," Flint answered. "We're looking for a specific item, one that closely resembles the one Tony took from us." He took his hat off and held it against his chest. "It's imperative that our mission is completed and kept quiet to the public."

Ella rolled her eyes. "In other words, this is a 'hush-hush' situation that you two can't tell another living soul."

The Raichu narrowed her eyes. "That bad, huh?"

Tony crossed his arms. "Apparently, they're looking for an ancient artifact that could bend reality and destroy the planet. They want to get it before anyone else does."

Angel held her hands up to her mouth in shock. "Oh gracious, that sounds dreadful!"

Gwyn nodded. "It is. So, we'll be taking our leave once we're fully restocked on the necessary supplies." She looked at Ella. "Did we get the necessary supplies?"

Ella pulled a list out and waved it at her face. "Still a few things to purchase, then we'll be set."

Angel smiled, a bit bummed out. "Well, I wish you the best of luck on your journey."

Tony scratched the back of his head. "Err…yeah. Um…Mom?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"There's something I need to discuss with you and Cheri. It's…kind of important." He looked at Wes and the others for some encouragement. They smiled and nodded, urging him to go on. He sighed, holding his hips. "Okay…okay. Phew, gosh, this is going to be hard to say. Give me a minute…"

Angel and Cheri stared at him in confusion, wondering what's got him so worked up. Morgan, having heard the commotion from downstairs and growing curious, came up before leaning against the wall with his flask in hand.

Tony clasped his hands together and held them against his lips, trying to string together his words. "Okay…" He dropped his hands. "So, you know how you said that, after I get the antidote, I should do something selfish for myself?"

Angel nodded. "Yes?"

"Well, I've put a bit of thought into this and…" He looked at Team Ravenfield again, then back at his mother and sister. "I've decided to leave the village."

Cheri gasped, dropping Bluk berries back into the basket. "What?!"

He nodded. "Yeah. I've been here for a long time. I've acquired the necessary skills to survive on my own and I want to live my own life as a traveler. Fuego Village may feel like my new home, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life here, even though I wanted to care for you two."

He folded his arms behind his back. "And I've decided to travel with Wes and his friends. I want to help them get the remaining nine keys. I want to see new places around Mysto." He raised his fist and clenched it. "And I'm going to become stronger than before."

Angel frowned. "Are…Are you sure?"

Tony frowned back. "Well…I mean, are you okay with this?"

She shook her head. "Sweetie, I will always stand by your decisions. To me, this is far better than being a thief." She smiled sadly. "I'm just…going to have a hard time not having you around." She rubbed her eye. "It's a mother's dream to see their child blossom into their own person."

Tony smiled back. "This is something I want to do. I want to do something great with my life." He punched his fist into his palm. "I'm a fighter, always have and always will be. If doing this means I get to fight shadow monsters and crazy organizations, then I'll gladly take up the role of protecting the planet."

"Are you sure about this?"

He nodded. "Without a doubt in my mind."

She sighed, then leaned back into her bed and folded her arms behind her head. "Well, I can't say I'm completely happy." She smirked. "Your home cooking is better than mine."

He smirked back. "Shut up."

She giggled, then waved her hand around. "Eh, it'll be good to start cooking again, once I get back on my feet of course. But you are gonna have to give me the recipe for your stew and stuff."

"Deal."

"Hey!" They turned to Cheri, who was pouting with teary eyes. "Don't I get a say in this?!"

Tony held his hips and smirked. "Don't want your big brother leaving, short stack?"

"Of course I don't!" She flailed her arms angrily. "No fair, no fair! You can't go! Who's going to buy me Bluk berries?! Who's going to play games with me?!"

"Mom can do any of that stuff with you."

Tears streamed down her eyes. "But I don't want you to go!"

Tony smiled warmly. He walked up to her bedside, sat down, and wrapped his arms around her. "Cheri, I have to do this. I've been working myself too hard and not thinking about what I wanted. I can't pass up an opportunity like this."

She whimpered, hugging him back. "B-But I love you…"

"And I love you, too." He rubbed her head. "I'm going to miss you and Mom. I won't stop thinking about you two, not for a single day." He chuckled. "It's funny how I spent more time raising you than our actual mother. Isn't there anything I haven't taught you?"

She looked down. "…no…"

He ruffled her fur up. "Guess that makes me Brother of the Year, huh?"

She sniffled, then rubbed her eyes. A smile nearly formed on her face. "S-Stop making me laugh…"

Tony chuckled. "I promise, I'll be safe. And I will see you two again. You know I would never abandon you two." He shifted around so he could be sitting in front of her. He held her hands in his. "Do you know what I wanted most out of everything?"

"W…W-What?"

He grinned. "To watch you grow up. I want you to have the best life possible in the coming years. Mom taught me how to take care of myself." He bopped her nose. "Now it's your turn to hold the torch. I'm trusting you to take care of Mom for me while I'm gone. You can take care of yourself, right?"

She wiped her nose and nodded. "Uh huh…"

"Then I know you'll be fine." He smiled awkwardly with a sweatdrop. "Just don't be a doofus like me and handle everything on your own."

She sniffled, then gave him a quivering, teasing smirk. "D-Don't worry. I'm not s-stupid like you."

He smirked back and lightly shoved her. "You're stupid."

She pushed back, laughing. "You're stupid!" Tony pulled her into a headlock and gave her a playful noogie. "H-Hey!" she squeaked, laughing aloud. "C-Cut it out!"

Tony obliged, letting go of her. Though, she rested her head against his chest. He patted her head. "You're a good kid, Cheri."

"I know…" She looked up at him. "Are you sure you have to go?"

He guided his finger to her eye and flicked away a single tear before holding her head up by her chin. "I want to go." He smiled sadly. "Growing up is hard, kiddo. Sometimes we have to…and sometimes we have to go back to our roots. You have to grow up…and I have to remember myself."

She sniffled. "It's…going to feel weird not having you around."

He chuckled. "If we're being honest, this is pretty weird for me, too. I might accidentally wake up in the morning and forget I'm on the road. I'll be instinctively worrying about you two." He sighed. "But even I need to learn to take a step back."

Cheri rested her hands in her lap. "Growing up sucks…"

"Eh, no one said it wouldn't be." He smirked. "But then again, it does show that you've grown stronger." He poked her nose. "You may have failed, but you did remember what I taught you in case someone tried to hurt you. You're a small fry, only eight, but you're on your way to being a brilliant girl." He smiled brightly. "That's why I'm trusting you to take care of Mom for me."

She stared up at him with shimmering eyes. "R-Really?"

"Of course. She's there for you and you're there for her. You both need each other. You need to protect each other." He patted her head. "It'll be scary at first, without your big brother around. But I'm confident in you. You're my sister. You're a Sapienti." He smirked. "And we are a force of nature."

Cheri stared at her older brother in awe. She sniffled one last time, then held her fists up with a fierce expression of confidence. "R-Right! Don't worry, big brother! I promise, I'll make you proud!"

He laughed aloud. "That's my sister!" He pulled her in for another noogie.

"H-Hey! I said quit it!" she yelled, then laughed playfully.

Team Ravenfield kept quiet, but were unable to keep themselves from smiling. Not only was it great to see the two electric mice up and well, but it was sweet to see the bond between Tony and his family, especially his sister. Gwyn's eyes were watering as she smiled brightly. Flint chuckled and patted her back.

Tony let go of the giggling Pikachu and stood up. He slid his hands into his pockets and sighed. "Thanks…for understanding."

Angel smiled. "Of course, sweetheart. Make us proud."

He gave a thumbs-up. "Done and done!"

Cheri smiled happily at him, but then her expression faltered. Not in sadness, but in confusion. She scratched her chin, as a thought entered her mind that she was having trouble figuring out. Something seemed off, almost like she was forgetting something. And that's when it hit her.

She held her cheeks and gasped. "Oh my gosh! Our house is gone!" She flailed her arms, panicking. "What are we going to do?! Where are we going to live?!"

Tony grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides. "Whoa, calm down, short stack! That's already being taken care of."

"Huh?"

He smiled, then pointed over his shoulder. "Morgan and I talked. He said he's willing to let you guys stay here for as long as you can."

Angel blinked. "R…Really?"

Morgan smiled lightly, then bowed before her. "Anything for good friends of mine. It'll take some rearranging, but I should have a suitable space for the both of you to take shelter in. I'm sure you two are used to living in cramped spaces, but I'll try and make some room."

Angel held her hands up with an awkward grin. "Oh Morgan, we couldn't-"

He raised his finger and wagged it. "No, no. None of that now. My decision is final. I shall start with the preparations soon."

"I, uh…" The Raichu shrugged her shoulders and sighed with a defeated grin. What's the point? What were they going to do? Find another house? When life offers you a home, might as well take it while you have the chance. "Oh, alright, you win."

Morgan smirked. "Naturally." He held his chin. "I could give you both my bed at my place…"

"Okay, now you're pushing it!" Angel argued.

He waved it off. "Relax. I don't really sleep all that much." He shrugged. "It happens when you have an ability like Insomnia."

"Then why do you own a bed?" Cheri asked.

"I don't sleep. Doesn't mean it's not comfortable." He folded his arms behind his back. "Anyway, I'll make sure you both feel acquainted to the new setting. Though…" He rubbed his fingers together. "I'm not doing this for free."

"Huh?" they both sounded.

He smirked. "Well, with Tony leaving, I won't have my usual delivery boy on staff. I'd do it myself, but I have to run the desk." He pointed at Angel. "You're in no condition to be running around." He then pointed at Cheri. "You, however, will fill in the role quite nicely."

"Really?" she asked. She looked at Tony, who shrugged with a lax smile.

"Hey, I trust you can handle it, sis." He grinned playfully. "Plus, if you do this, you make money. Money means you can buy the groceries. Meaning you could…"

She blinked, then squealed excitedly. "Meaning I can buy more BLUK BERRIES!" She flailed her arms happily. "Mr. Morgan, I'm up for the task! Let me at it! LET ME AT IT!"

He held his hands up and laughed. "You can officially start once you're back on your feet." He sighed, then looked to Tony. "I'll prepare you with a pack, along with some supplies your team seems to be lacking."

Tony smiled. "Thanks, Morgan."

"My pleasure." He headed downstairs.

Wes smiled, then looked at Angel and Cheri. "Don't worry, Mrs. Sapienti and Cheri! Tony is in safe hands! We'll make sure to keep him in line!"

She chuckled. "That's reassuring. I'm pleased that I won't have to worry about him as much."

Gwyn chuckled, waving her hand. "Eh, apart from the killer shadows chasing us-" Flint slapped his paw against her mouth, shutting her up.

"What she meant to say was we'll be looking out for each other."

Cheri nodded firmly. "Good, because if my big brother gets hurt, I'm holding all four of you responsible!" She punched the air as a demonstration, but she fell face first into the blankets.

The team laughed, with Ella saying, "Duly noted."

It was noon. After enjoying a nice lunch together and the team getting to know Angel and Cheri a bit more, the time to leave was just upon them. Team Ravenfield officially checked out of their motel room and Tony was provided with a pack for the journey.

The pack contained a first aid kit with some medicine and supplies, an extra sack of bits for the road, some food, and camping supplies. Morgan also provided a medical journal for Gwyn, who he felt would benefit from it with her advanced knowledge in plants. She gladly accepted it.

Angel and Cheri were still weak, but they were able to meet the team out the door with assistance. They smiled as the Dewott patted his vest clean and straightened it out. Somehow, even over the last few days, he looked older. No, that wasn't right. He emanated a new sense of maturity. Something like that. Whatever it was exactly, they liked it.

Tony slung the bag onto his back, then smiled at his family. "It's been a while since I've actually left the village. I'm kind of nervous."

Angel chuckled. "Don't concern yourself over it. You'll do fine. Just…stay away from any gambling houses you come across." She grinned awkwardly. "I don't want you going broke…or starting a bar fight with thugs."

He waved her concern off. "Don't worry, I'll behave myself. I got everything planned out."

"Well okay. Just be careful with the ash storms. I don't want you getting sick."

He gave her two thumbs-up. "Already accounted for that!"

"Good. Oh, and don't forget to bathe yourself regularly. I know there aren't any public showers on the road, but proper hygiene is important. And remember to wash your clothes every so often. And remember to eat healthy and-"

"Mom, Mom!" he interrupted, laughing in amusement. "I got it, don't worry. I can take care of myself."

She smiled in embarrassment. "I know…I just won't be able to remind you while you're gone." She sniffled. "Oh, my little boy is growing up~!" She blew her nose into her nightgown. "Oh dear, I'm getting teary eyed…"

He smiled sweetly, then wrapped his arms around her. "I love you too, Mom."

She smiled back before hugging him and kissing his cheek. "Make sure to visit us, if you can."

"I promise." They pulled away from each other. Tony crouched down and faced his sister. "How are you holding up?"

She rubbed her eyes. "I'm still pretty bummed out…" She smiled sadly. "But I want you to be happy and strong. I'll pull through, I promise."

"I'm putting a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. Are you positive you can handle things while I'm gone?"

She nodded. "I promise. Cross my heart." She traced her finger over her heart to make an 'X' shape.

"Good girl." He pulled her into a hug, then kissed her forehead. "Be good, short stack. I love you."

She hugged back, nuzzling his chest. "I love you too, big brother."

They pulled away, then Tony stepped over to Team Ravenfield, who smiled at him. Wes looked to the family and said, "It was nice meeting you all. Sorry we have to leave so soon."

Angel smiled wryly. "It's okay. I'm happy about this."

Tony looked at Morgan. "Please take good care of them."

He smiled, then bowed to him. "Like they are my own family. Good luck on your mission, Team Ravenfield." He looked each of them over, though his eyes narrowed when he stared at Gwyn. His hands were hidden behind his back, so nobody saw how he was tightly clenching his fist.

Gwyn noticed his subtle shift in expression. "Something wrong, sir?"

He forced a stronger smile. "No, everything's fine, my dear. This…dreaded heat gets to you sometimes, hehe." He sighed. "Just remember to stay safe. You know how to contact me. If you ever get your hands on a mobile crystal orb, give me a call."

Tony nodded. "We'll keep that in mind." He turned towards his new comrades and smiled. "You guys ready?"

Wes pulled out their map. "Ready when you are."

Tony inhaled deeply, then sighed. "Right." He smiled. "Well, let's get a move on, people!"

They faced the road ahead of them, leading out of the village and taking them down the path to their destination. They took a step forward, then began their journey onward.

Angel cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Goodbye, Tony! We'll miss you!"

Cheri waved her arms. "Stay safe, big brother!"

Morgan didn't call out to them. Instead, he smiled to himself and pulled out his flask, taking a drink.

Tony turned himself around, walking backwards. He waved his arms back at them. "Take care!"

The farewell exchange continued on for a solid minute, before the Dewott resumed facing the road. Team Ravenfield and its newest member exited out the village and were leaving out of their line of sight.

Angel clasped her hands together and held them against her chest. Her eyes watered with a serene smile stretched across her lips. "My little boy is heading out on his own…" She sniffled. "I'm so proud of him…"

Cheri tried to keep a brave a face, but tears were streaming down her eyes. "I miss him already…"

She felt a gentle pat on her head. She looked up to the comforting smile of Morgan. "Remember dearie, you made a promise to your brother. You have to stay strong, for him."

She snuffled, wiping her nose. "I-I know…" She hugged herself. "I…I'm fine…"

Morgan sighed, then stood back up. He dusted his pants off, then said, "Well, I know what might cheer you up. Let's get you two settled into your new home and I'll cook us up something to eat."

She looked up at him hopefully. "Do you cook as well as him?"

He scratched behind his head. "Well, I've around long enough to pick up a few cooking skills." He shrugged. "That's entirely on your tastes, though."

Angel smiled at him. She dried her eyes, then said, "We would love a homecooked meal, Morgan. Might be nice to try someone else's cooking."

He grinned to himself. "Yeah, well…" He crouched down a bit and wrapped her arm around his neck. "Best we get you two over there now. Come along, Cheri." The doctor led them through the path and straight to his home.

As mother and daughter chattered with each other, excited to have a small place to call their own again, Morgan couldn't help but look over his shoulder. Even if they were still on the street, it's likely that Team Ravenfield was out of sight. He had full confidence that they can overcome the challenges ahead of them, but…could a small group of treasure hunters really take on the greatest threat to Pokémon kind?

Cielo's prophecy echoed through his mind. 'In time, six warriors will make themselves known. Six warriors who will seek the Idol of Origin. Six warriors who decide the fate of all Pokémon.'

Those kids are already risky their necks to retrieve that idol. I respect their bravery, but…do they realize the scale of their success? Morgan resumed looking ahead. It's best if they don't know. If they found out the truth about the prophecy…it could waver their confidence.

He looked down curiously. Six warriors. With Tony, that makes five. The sixth player has yet to show themselves. He sighed. For their sake…I hope they know what they're doing.

It has only been ten minutes of walking, yet Tony already felt alive with change. This is the farthest he's ever been away from Fuego Village ever since they moved here. He got a better look at the Fire Zone as they walked along. The cracks in the earth which seemed with smog, the bubbling hot spots that looked like they could burst at any moment, and the ash the coated the ground.

He heard Ella groan, leading him to glance at her. "Everything looks so grim and dreary. All I see is grays, blacks, darker grays, red…"

Tony smirked. "A supervillain's dream home come true."

She snorted a laugh. "So true."

Gwyn glanced at some dead trees they passed by. "Kind of sad plants don't grow here."

"Eh, that's not entirely true," Tony admitted. "Yes, you're more likely going to find dead plants, but that doesn't mean stuff doesn't grown here."

"Really?" she asked.

"Well, those tree had to get there for a reason, right?"

She held her chin. "Huh, you're right."

"Some speculate the Fire Zone was once abundant with nutrients in the ground for all types of plants. Though, with time, only special plants with fire based nature can survive out here."

Gwyn rubbed her chin in intrigue, then took out her pencil and notebook. "Fascinating."

Flint tapped Tony's shoulder. "Hey Tony…no hard feelings about earlier, right?" he asked with an awkward expression.

Tony grinned, then slapped him on the back, which made the Flareon shriek. "Ah, don't worry about it! That's all in the past! Today, we're comrades! So, no grudges between us!"

Flint laughed meekly. "How reassuring…"

Wes held the map up to his face, mumbling to himself. "Well, I'm glad we've moved past our second greeting, because we'll be traveling with each other for almost a whole month."

Ella's eyes widened slightly, then they narrowed. "Oh right, I forgot it'll take us a while to get there." She groaned. "Good grief…please tell me there are towns we can pass through so we can get a few nights of proper rest."

This made Wes grin. "You're in luck! There's a few towns on the way. We'll be able to rest up properly."

She sighed blissfully. "Oh thank goodness~."

Tony gripped his pack straps. "Well, we need to be careful while we're on the road. I'm not sure if you've been through one, but ash storms can get pretty bad if you don't find shelter."

"What is an ash storm, anyway?" Gwyn asked curiously.

Tony glanced upward. "Let me think. Well, you know how volcanoes scarcely erupt in most regions? The Fire Zone works a little differently. Volcanic eruptions are extremely common around here." He paused for a moment. "Well…from the small-scale volcanoes. The larger ones are dormant for the most part. Anyway, when those smaller volcanoes erupt, they release a ton of ash that scatters through the air. If you're not familiar with how wind works, the Fire Zone has low pressure, so winds from colder zones will blow to warmer areas like this."

"Oh, I see…"

Tony sighed. "They're really dangerous to be in. The storms are pretty much why my mom is sick these days. The ash isn't good for her lungs and it messes her up pretty badly."

"In other words, avoid black wind. Gotcha," Ella said.

Tony shrugged with a small smile. "They're not hard to prepare for. Just make sure you cover up your face so you don't inhale the ash."

"Can you tell when an ash storm is coming?" Flint asked. "That'd be pretty useful to get through here."

Tony scratched his chin. "Yeah, for the most part, I can. If I see one beginning to brew, we should park it and find shelter until it passes over."

Once Wes memorized the directions they'll be taking before nightfall, he packed the map away. "I'm in agreement."

"Same!" the other three agreed.

Tony smirked at Wes. "So Wes, we never got to finish that battle of ours."

The Umbreon smirked back. "And?"

"Well, it might be best if we keep ourselves in condition in case we run into those shadow freaks. Training and sparring are up my alley."

Wes shook his head and chuckled. "Fine by me. We can get some training sessions in when we make camp for the night."

Tony punched his palm. "Sweet!"

Sixteen hours. That is how long the madman, Count Aeternus, has been up ever since the humiliating defeat of his minions. In those sixteen hours, he has locked himself away in his chamber and violently released his aggression on his possessions. The madness could be heard from outside the door, where two of his faithful followers were listening in on him.

The first was, obviously, his loyal and monotone maid, who stood in front of the door with her eyes closed and unfazed by the mad ramblings inside. The other was a Watchog. He wore a gray dress shirt and a peacock blue vest with silver buttons and silver chain hanging out of his left vest pocket. He wore tan trousers and a pair of rounded glasses on his face. In his right arm, he cradled a spell book, evident by the magical circle on the front cover.

The Watchog pushed his glasses up, then said, "I must admit, his capacity for destruction is absurd. What does he have left that could be destroyed?"

"He is likely reforming his destroyed furniture, then destroying it again," the maid stated blankly.

The Watchog shrugged his shoulders. "Fair assumption. Even so, Count Aeternus has a busy schedule to uphold." He reached into his vest pocket and pull out his pocket watch. "Err…I might as well get his attention." He put the watch away, then rapped his knuckles against the door.

The destructive noises came to an abrupt halt. "…what?" a surprisingly calm and genuinely curious voice responded.

"Sorry to interrupt your rampage, my master, but we've brought in the leader of the Spodium Town branch. I believe his name is Ricardo."

"…I see…wait a moment, please." Shifting through the damage could be heard after. The door opened, revealing Aeternus. His attire was messed up slightly, but nothing serious. He ran his hands through the blue growths on his head. "My apologies for my behavior. I was just-"

The Watchog raised his hand. "Say no more, my master. I completely understand." He tucked his spell book under his arm. "Anyway, we've gotten word a while back that Ricardo was being held by the authorities. We paid for his bail specifically so you could speak with him. He has…information, if I remember correctly."

Aeternus rubbed his chin. "I see. Very well. Bring him to my office." He snapped his fingers. "Maid, follow."

"Yes, master."

They walked down the empty hallway. It was dark and stony, illuminated by orbs of light lodged into the walls. Their footsteps echoed off the walls. There were many doors they passed by, but none were of interest.

They reached a door at the end of the hallway, with two paths leading in opposite directions at the intersection. The maid opened the door, then bowed to her master and his apprentice. They entered first before she followed them in. It was the same room he usually preoccupied himself in, especially when speaking to others over the spatial mirror. However, off to the side out of the mirror's line of sight was a shelf of various items and a desk.

He sat himself in his chair, then leaned back in it. "So, what's the deal with Ricardo?" Aeternus asked. "He's not my best guy, but I didn't expect him to screw up."

"From the reports I received, it appears he was attacked by a hitman."

Aeternus glanced at his apprentice skeptically. "A hitman?"

"Unbelievable, yes. There were no reports of death, so it doesn't fit into the usual profession of a hitman." The Watchog pushed his glasses up. "Though, given the particular style of combat he described, it is quite possible."

The Mr. Mime rested his chin in his hand, drumming his fingers on the armrest. "Who sends a hitman to not kill someone?"

The Watchog looked over his shoulder. He could hear movement outside the room. "Why don't we ask him ourselves?"

The door flew open. A Sableye and a Cradily, who were wearing leather jackets and white scarves with the Sableye being the only one wearing jeans, escorted an exhausted Diggersby into the room. They threw him onto the ground, then bowed to Aeternus.

"We've retrieved him at your request, my master," Sableye stated in a respectful tone.

Aeternus smiled normally, in contrast to his usual insane expressions. "Thank you, my subjects." They bowed their heads and stepped away from Ricardo, who shakily pushed himself up. Aeternus narrowed his eyes at him. "Ricardo…you don't look well."

He gulped nervously. "F-Forgive me, my master. I-I-I've had a rough week." He clenched his fingers, digging them into the floor. "I…I'm sorry…for my failure…"

Aeternus stared at him in disinterest. Hands behind his back, he walked around the portly rabbit. "Zaros told me that a hitman visited you. Says you were defeated by him." He stood behind him and bent down, whispering in his ear, "Is this true?"

Ricardo sighed nervously. "Y…Yes, sir…"

Aeternus stood up, then walked in front of him. "You disappoint me, Ricardo. I don't ask for much. I gave you wealth, power, resources; everything a poor man could dream off." He scoffed. "Yet, even with all the guns and weaponry I provided you, one hitman was too much to take? A hitman who didn't take your life?" He shook his head in dissatisfaction. "Tsk, tsk, tsk…you've brought shame upon yourself."

Ricardo looked up at him with pleading eyes. "M-Master, forgive me! He was too much for my men! H-He nearly poisoned me!" He gasped in distress, staring horrifically at the ground. "Those eyes…I can never forget those eyes…that bloodlust…"

Aeternus smirked to himself. "You got a taste of the hitman's specialty. It's no wonder why you're quivering like a coward." He glared at him. "Why?"

"Why…what?" Ricardo asked in a quiet voice.

"Don't be a fool. You know what I'm talking about. Hitmen don't attack without reason." He folded his arms behind his back and bent down to his level. His unsettling demeanor sent waves of terror through the large rabbit. "I'll say it again: why?"

Ricardo bowed his head meekly, quivering in his presence. "H-He…" He gulped. "H-He said he was hired…to look for something…rather, someone."

Aeternus raised a brow. "Elaborate."

"He said he was looking for…the Tribe of Shadows."

The count's smirk dropped to a frown. "What?"

"I…we got reports of some of our men being killed in the Desert Zone. I told him that there might be a small group residing in Ghost Cove Town." He clenched his eyes shut. "That's all I told him! I swear!"

Aeternus stared at the cowering rabbit with narrowed eyes and a displeased frown. He stood up and turned his back to him. "Tribe of Shadows…" He rubbed his chin. "Ghost Cove Town. I've been hearing strange things there." His frown curled up into a smirk. "Callista must be up to her old tricks."

"H-Huh?" Ricardo mumbled in confusion.

Aeternus paced back and forth, tapping his fingers together as he contemplated his thoughts. "If she's doing that…hmm, I wonder if she knows about our master's current predicament. Certainly explains her activities…"

The Diggersby stood up, stumbling back a bit. "Count Aeternus? What are you talking about? Do you know those killers in Ghost Cove?"

The count ceased his ramblings, then looked up at the ceiling. "…why yes, I do. Yes, yes, yes, I do…" He held his chin, smirking widely. "Kehehehe…Callista, you love ruining my fun, don't you?"

Ricardo gulped, stepping back. "Sir…?"

Aeternus glanced at him through his peripherals. "Ah yes, you. Ricardo, I must say, you disappointed me." He faced him, showing off his evil smirk. "But fret not, I think you've done me a favor."

He blinked in confusion. "…I did?"

"Why yes…yes, you did." He held his hand over his mouth, snickering like a naughty child. "The failures of Fuego Village have left me quite tense. Thanks to you, however, I don't care about that stupid village anymore." He rolled his eyes. "To be frank, the dirt-poor community mixed with weak fighters probably wouldn't bode well for me." He smirked. "But you've inadvertently helped me with a little plan of mine."

"I…I have?"

Aeternus hooked his arm around him. "Yes. You see, I've been looking for that particular group you mentioned. It didn't dawn on me until you mentioned the Tribe of Shadows." He grabbed his cheeks and pinched them, which hurt the Diggersby a lit. "You…have been a good boy, my friend. Very good…"

Ricardo pulled his face away and rubbed his cheeks. "Really, sir?"

"Yes. In fact…" He snapped his fingers. "I've decided to retire you early."

Ricardo smiled brightly. "R-Retire?! As in, no more work?! A paid vacation?!"

Aeternus shrugged. "Something like that." He had his hand behind his back. It was glowing with yellow dust around it.

Ricardo patted his hands together in absolute joy. "Oh, how exciting! I wonder if I can rent a cruise ship! I can sail the seas of the Aqua Zone and dine on the finest gourmet foods and-!"

"Geo Link."

Ricardo's eyes widened. The ground under him suddenly felt like it was melting. He looked down at his feet and gasped. They were sinking into the floor. He tried to pull them out, but discovered it wasn't the floor that was melting. It was his legs!

"Wh-What is this?!" he shouted as the melting ceased. His legs completely melded with the floor. He turned to the spell caster, the Watchog named Zaros. "What are you doing?!"

"His job." His blood ran cold. He looked up at the intimidating stature of his master. He raised his glowing hand up, swirling the air with the dust. "I'm still in a pretty shitty mood after last night. I need something to…'retire'."

Only now, as the situation became more evident, did Ricardo realize the exact context of that word. It wasn't his job he was retiring from…

Ricardo clasped his hands together and got on…well, what was once his knees were fused with the floor. "Master, please! I beg you! Reconsider!"

He extended his hand out to him. "I've already made up my mind. Think of it like this. I'll still fine use for you. Just not from…well, you."

Ricardo whipped his head around, hoping to coax the other thugs into helping him. "Get me out of here! I'll give you whatever you want!" They turned their heads away, uninterested in his pleas. He turned to the maid. "He's your boss! Help me!" She didn't even flinch. She just kept her eyes closed.

He faced Aeternus once more to plead for his life directly again, but five fingers touched his face, silencing him. He held his breath as Aeternus stared coldly at him.

"Paid vacation indeed. A permanent vacation." He looked into his eyes with a deadpan glare. "Do you know how many of my weapons were confiscated from the police because you got caught? When I ask for results, I expect results." He stood up, still keeping his glowing hand on his face. "When failure is seen, corrections must be made."

Ricardo whimpered like a scared child. "Give me a second chance…"

Aeternus narrowed his eyes, then whispered his spell, "…Farewell Oblivion."

Ricardo's body gave off a yellow pulse, confusing him. Then he noticed yellow energy slowly spreading across his face. "W-Wait! What is this?!"

Aeternus didn't speak. He only smiled darkly as the yellow energy extended over Ricardo's body. The thugs, maid, and Zaros remained silent as they watched with neutral expressions.

The energy spread over his body, then his arms, then his melded legs. Everything that made up his body, even the clothes he wore, were coated in the destructive yellow energy.

"C-Count Aeternus! Please! I'm sorr-!" His tail was the last to be coated. With the last speck of his yellow tail, the brighter yellow coating gave off one last pulse. His shouts went silent. His mouth remained up as his face permanently expressed terror. His furry body now resembled the texture of dust.

Aeternus gently took his hand off Ricardo's unmoving form, then rubbed his wrist. "What a nuisance. Must everyone scream when they're being executed?" He snapped his fingers. "Caesar, Rubia. Dispose of his remains in my storage room."

The Sableye and Cradily nodded, then walked over to the glowing body. Caesar lightly touched his back. A speck of yellow dust flaked off. A few more followed after as it fell. Then more. Then more. Then more until the entire back collapsed on itself, followed with the rest of the body. It collapsed into nothing more than a pile of glowing dust.

Caesar the Sableye sighed. "You get the broom. I'll get the dust pan." Rubia nodded. They left the room to collect the required items.

Zaros glanced at the pile of dust for a moment, then walked over to Aeternus. "So, your manic episode is over with, I see?"

Aeternus clenched his fist, flexing the muscles a bit before crossing his arms. "Yes." He narrowed his eyes. "I haven't heard from Callista in years." He smirked. "The Idol of Origin is out there. My master needs help." He held his chin. "A little reunion would be nice. Five years have already passed. My master has been trapped in that persistent body of his for far too long. With everyone back together, we'll have a grand ol' time."

Zaros seemingly understood what he was talking about. "I suppose so. How will you go into contacting your fellow comrades? They've been out of contact for centuries, as you've told me. This…Callista you speak of, you've ran into her once or twice before."

Aeternus rubbed his chin. "I have another way of getting her attention. Voss and Wendrake…well, that's a matter of finding a needle in the haystack." Aeternus smirked. "Zaros, fetch me my spell book. I have things to do later."

He bowed. "At once, my master." He left the room.

He snapped his fingers, calling his maid over. He placed his hand under her chin. She didn't react to his touch. "As for you, my pretty, draw me a bath. Hot water." He tapped his chin in consideration. "Do we still have that bubble solution?"

"You wish for a bubble bath?" she asked blankly.

"Popping the bubbles calms my mind." He traced his finger around her cheek. "Once you're done, clean my chamber. I can repair the items myself. I just need you to tidy everything into little piles. Think you can handle that, my dear?"

Her eyes opened up, revealing a rather disturbing sight. They had no pupils or irises. They were just her white sclera. "Yes, my master."

"Good girl. Off you go." She left, walking away mechanically. Aeternus raised his arms and stretched them. "Ugh…hot water will loosen the old joints." He grinned with a devious sparkle in his eye. "After that…it's time to call in my favorite punching bag, Nightmare."

He unbuttoned the upper half of his tuxedo, knowing his maid will instinctively pick it up when she passes by. He threw it onto his chair and stepped towards the door to head the master bathroom, with his bare chest and back exposed. On his back was a familiar symbol.

The signature eye of the Tribe of Shadows. The iris flashed an ominous red.