A/N: Hi. So, I love the Sinnoh Elite Four - by far, my favorites. And I think there should be more content of them, but be warned - this isn't going to be very battle heavy. Instead, this is more of an inside look of the things that go in the Sinnoh League, with occasionally bouts from the Gym Leaders as well. But mark my words, it will be Elite Four centric - regarding their interactions with each other, others, and just their overall personal lives. The Main Player doesn't exist. I hope you enjoy.

I don't own Pokemon.


Prologue

"Was there ever a moment," Cynthia began to Cyrus, who had long accepted what she thought would be her eventual demise, "Where you were genuine? Before you do away with me, I must know."

Cyrus pierced through her, with such sinister eyes Cynthia didn't know a person was capable of having. "No."

Now, Cynthia was no longer surprised. "That's what I figured then. This is what I get for caring too much. I hate it."

She thought she deserved it, though. After everything – Cynthia thought it was only right to be killed in the Distortion World by her childhood best friend, Cyrus, the world Cyrus opened up, and her assistance to his project. Of course, she hadn't really known what she was getting herself into; her obsession with Mythology had gotten herself killed.

Fitting.

Cynthia closed her eyes; awaiting to be pushed over – to be forever lost, to be forever trapped.

"...One more chance."

Cynthia's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"I'm giving you one more chance," said Cyrus, and he actually had the nerve to smile at her. "This is our research, our doing. We can make it, Cynthia. Make this our reality."

Cynthia's answer was immediate. "No," she snapped. "I had done more than enough, and I never knew you'd do something like this. So I deserve it. Unlike you, I have a conscience."

Cyrus gave her a mere shrug. "Then I have to do away with you, as you put it. I'm sorry, Cynthia, but this is your end. However, your death will only prove once more why the Distortion World is needed - you have followed your heart, rather than your head."

Her heart rather than her head.

Cynthia thought about her heart right now; and how it was filled with regret. Regret that, before this whole mess started, she hadn't told the one person how she felt about him. She thought about his eyes, his laugh, and how incredibly smart he was. How depressing it was to think about your love before you plummet to your untimely death, a love, that, you had no chance to express. He had called her a good person, but a good person wouldn't have participated in this - even if it was unknowingly.

Cynthia thought about that one conversation they shared together – and there had been many, they had always clicked – after the explosion. She remembered him holding her after the tragedy, and found she would give anything to be in his arms right now. Cynthia had prided herself on being independent, and she was, but after so long she needed to break. It was okay to break every now and then; that was also one of the many things he told her. He was right. He was right about many things, and if she had just listened to him – things could've gone very, very differently.

It made her eyes well up with tears as of right now.

"Go on, then," Cynthia spat defiantly, because Cyrus' point was being proven even more, and she decided she would rather die than live in a world like his. "Do it."


A/N: I'm going to post the first chapter tomorrow, since none of this seems to make sense right now.