Chapter 27 – Lakeside Chat

Owen located his mother and boss without incident. They found Amia at a dead end; she had been running her hands along the walls in an effort to find hidden pathways. She just happened to not find the one that Owen found to get to Enet. The same could be said for Anam, who, while lost, was much easier to track down. He left a trail of slime wherever he went, likely because he was becoming progressively more frantic at being unable to find anybody. He was usually cleaner—though it wasn't a very high bar.

Then, during their search, they ran across a patch of black fog running through the walls. It was like smoke, but it had no scent, and it was too dark to be simple fire smoke of the forest. It was ominous, in a way—looking at it gave a chill down Owen's spine.

Enet hissed.

"Whoa, whoa, it's okay, Enet," Owen said, patting her thigh—he was too short to hold much else. "That's just James! He's one of the spirits for Anam, the Ghost Guardian."

"Yeah, it's fine," Star said, floating ahead.

The Decidueye appeared from the shadows with a nod. "I apologize for frightening you."

Enet growled.

"Use easy words, James," Star said.

"…I beg your pardon?"

Enet snorted.

"Enet's wild and isn't exactly good with words," Star explained. "So… talk with… small words."

"Small words," James repeated. "Hm. Okay. I will… try."

"Where's Anam?"

James turned around. "Ahead," he said. "He is…" It looked as if James was struggling to find simple descriptors for his status. "…Lost. This place is… easy to get lost in."

Enet stuck her nose up proudly.

"Guess she's good at making this place confusing," Owen said. "Right, Enet?"

The Zoroark nodded. "Very good. Lost easy."

They continued through until they found fresher trails of slime. Owen grimaced slightly. "Does he always get like this when he's lost?" he mumbled.

"When Anam panics… he does… become less tidy with himself," James said.

"He's gross?" Enet said.

"Not gross," James said, puffing out his feathers slightly. "He's a Goodra. He can't help it."

Owen slipped barely caught himself from getting a mouthful of Anam. The slime was definitely fresh.

"He is more goo than dra," Amia giggled, gingerly stepping over the trail of goo.

"H-hello?! Is that you guys?" the helpless Goodra called.

"Oh! That's him!" Amia said.

Curious, Enet picked up the pace and ran along the hall—but then slipped on some of the slime puddles in the dirt, tumbling to the ground.

"Enet!" Owen rushed to help, and the Zoroark growled at the floor.

"Gross," she muttered.

"Yeah, a little gross, you…" Owen pulled his hand away from her. The slime was warm in the underground cave. A thick strand of connected his hand to her fur. "Ugh… Anam, seriously?"

"Oh, Arceus, I missed you guys!" Anam wailed. The messy thing ran toward them. Before they had time to protest, Anam picked Owen up, squishing the Charmander's body against his chest. "It was so scary! You just vanished and I couldn't see your auras!"

"Please… Mom… hebb…"

"Anam! Can you calm down?! Look what you're doing to Owen!"

"Wh-what?!" Anam looked down. Owen's head and shoulders were lodged inside his chest. The Charmander screamed panicked bubbles out through the base of Anam's neck. "Oh, sorry!" Anam said, tugging him out by the torso.

Owen gasped for air. "Why are you like this!?"

"I—I just like it like that! I, um…" Anam looked down. He was dripping all over Enet, who irritably got up and tried to brush herself off.

"Stupid," Enet muttered. "I'm gross."

"I think it's gonna take days to get this stuff out of my scales," Owen mumbled, running a claw through the ridges of his arm. Each line gave a little glob of slime that dripped to the ground.

"Sorry…" Anam hid behind his antennae.

Amia sighed. "Why don't we just take a visit to the river first and wash off?"

"River?" Owen said worriedly.

"Oh, Owen, just go to your Grass form and it won't be so bad, hm?" Amia offered.

The though still startled him, even after what felt like a moon or two of dealing with his Grassy form. He nodded, and they set off.

It took a while. Eventually, they emerged from the cavern. They walked through the dark forest with their designated native leading the way. Enet sniffed the air, flicking her ears. "…Smell," she said. "Water."

"Water, huh?" Owen said. "So, a river? Is it… moving?"

"Mm…" Enet nodded. "Yes."

"Cool!" Anam said. "Let's go! Race you to—"

"Wait!" Amia shouted, almost a shriek. "C-can you let us wash up first? So… so the water doesn't… get…"

"Oh," Anam shrank back again. "Yeah… okay. Sorry…!"

"Oh, it's okay," Amia sighed, patting the Goodra's shoulder. She winced when each pat left a trail of slime between her hand and his body. She tittered. "I—I'm going to head in!"

The water was hard to see in the darkness of Nightshade's trees, their tops so thick and crowded that it indeed always looked like nighttime. If it wasn't for Owen's tail or their natural, Mystic glow, they would've been almost completely blind. Amia gently waved her hands in a forward motion, creating a sun-like orb above them, shining down. The river was clear and calm, perfect for washing off—though it was also bitterly cold.

"O-ohh…" Amia shivered. "I—I s-suppose if there isn't m-much light… it would be quite cold!"

Owen dipped his foot in. Even as Grass, he could barely handle it. "C-can't we… w-we use our Mystic power to stop feeling cold?"

"Oh! G-good idea," Amia said. "Just f-focus, and…" She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, dulling her sense of temperature. "Uhn… that's better." She sighed. "But I do miss the cold, now, in a weird way."

"I don't," Owen said, slipping into the water next. "Ahh… feeling clean again. Y'know, this water isn't so bad now that I'm a Grass Type, compared to having my tail get doused. It reminds me of taking a bath with Passho Powder so the water doesn't make me want to die."

He gently lowered the flower inside and pulled his tail forward, inspecting the petals. He supposed they were quite pretty, even if the Fire in him didn't like it. Perhaps it was beautiful in its own way. He wondered how he would fare if he was in Zena's position, as the Water Guardian. What would his tail look like then?

What would Zena look like as a Grass Guardian? Distracted, Owen's head filled with images of what he and the other Guardians would look like if they had different Orbs in them. Owen wouldn't have minded the Dragon Orb. The Dark Orb also sounded interesting. What would he look like as a Dark Type? He glanced at Enet. Dark Types were always so cool—imagine, a Dark Charizard! Mm… Nightmander… no… that won't work… how about… Gloomander? Twilizard! Owen's mouth spread into a grin. "That'd be awesome…"

"What was that, dear?" Amia said.

Owen flinched. "Did I say something out loud?"

Amia giggled. "What were you thinking about?"

"Uh—nothing. Just what I'd look like as a Charizard and Grassy. Maybe my flower would get bigger?"

"Oh, that'd be so pretty," Amia said, grinning.

She knows you're lying, Star said from within Owen's spirit realm.

Then I'm glad she isn't pressing, Owen replied back.

C'mon, what're you really thinking? I'm curious! What's so awesome?

Nothing, nothing! Just, uh, you know. What I might look like if I had an Orb that wasn't Grass. Like… Dragon, or Dark.

Star scoffed. What, the Types you think are cool?

N-no.

You're a bad liar.

Enet jumped into the lake, splashing water in all directions. She shook out her fur underwater, and a little tingling ran across Owen and Amia's bodies.

Owen couldn't feel anything but a numbing, tingling pain. "E-Enet! W-w-watch o-out f-for y-your E-Electricity!"

"Huh?" Enet asked, shaking out her fur again. She ran her claws through the matted clumps, heaps of mud and grime sinking to the bottom of the river. Brown streaks trailed from any part of her that made contact with the water's surface. She dunked her head in again, electrifying the other occupants once again.

"E-Enet!" Owen begged.

"O-oh, le-let her w-wash up, O-Owen," Amia said. "Th-think of it a-as a little—th-therapy!"

"Bad—th-therapy!" Owen shook his head.

Anam giggled and plopped down a few feet downstream, sighing. Thankfully, the electricity faded after the third wave of shaking by Enet. The furry Pokémon tended to her mane with her claws next to get the rest of the mud and slime out of her. She pulled at the little bangle; Owen watched curiously. With a little squeeze, it snapped open, sending Enet's fur in all directions behind her. She dipped into the water, freeing all the dirt from her deep mane, holding the bangle in her claws while she bathed.

Amia sat and enjoyed the river's gentle current, not making an effort to wash. After all, she just bathed in intense fire or lava most of the time. Meanwhile, Anam rotated his body left and right, sending little ripples around him, giggling. Owen was positive that his body was swelling slightly from all the water he was absorbing.

Behind Anam, out of the water, James watched with a little, happy glint in his eye.

Owen relaxed and looked at the sky next. "It's a little spooky," he said, admiring the black forest. "But I kinda like it here, in a way, too, y'know? In… in a… it's a cozy kind of darkness, I think. Uh…"

"You don't have to force it, dear," Amia said, giggling.

Enet surfaced again, looking significantly smaller now that the water weighed down her fur. Her eyes were covered and she giggled, trying to brush it away.

"You're right at home in the dark, aren't you, Enet?" Amia asked.

"Dark!" Enet kicked her legs until she was at the river's edge.

Anam finally dipped his body further into the water, near the deeper center of the small river. He stopped once only his head was above the surface, enjoying the cool feeling that seeped into his slime. He sighed, looking a bit less solid, lounging. Owen briefly worried if Anam would wash away completely into the river.

"Anam," Amia said, "I was chatting with Zena a few days ago. She told me that you reminded her of an old friend of hers. Did you know that?"

"Huh? She knew another Goodra?"

"No, no. Actually, she didn't tell me what species she was—but it was an old friend from a long time ago," Amia said. "Unfortunately, I don't think she's around anymore…"

"Oh… that's too bad," Anam said. "Oh! But what if her friend paid visits to the Water Orb?"

"Oh, that's true!" Amia said. "You know, maybe that's it! We could ask her," she said.

"A-ask about a dead friend?" Owen said. "Isn't that a little…?"

"Well, it isn't as bad if they could've been visiting, right?" Amia said. "If they were friends, they definitely would have!"

"Oh, I guess so." Owen wondered what sort of friend Zena would have known in the ocean. What sort of Pokémon was a water-dwelling, gooey creature, but not a Goodra?

Enet tilted her head.

"Oh, um," Owen nodded at Enet. "One of our friends, Zena. She's really pretty, um, a Milotic, and she was really lonely."

"Lonely?" Enet repeated. "Guardian?"

"Yeah! The Water Guardian."

Enet nodded. "I was… lonely," she admitted. "A little…"

"I'd bet," Owen said. He felt a presence calling on him from within; he focused and summoned Star as a pink cloud again.

"Yeah," Star said. "Enet might've gone a little crazy for a while from the isolation. But I still don't know why she… Enet," Star said. "How come you forgot to meditate?"

Enet shook her head. "Got… scared."

"Scared?" Star said. "That was a long time ago. You got scared and just couldn't remember how to meditate? What scared you?"

Enet glanced away. "…Monster…"

Owen and Amia glanced at each other, then to Anam, and then at Star. The Ghost Guardian stopped his playful twirling to listen.

"Monster?" Star repeated. "You mean…"

"Someone with… weird… strong…" Enet made vague motions. "Chasing me…"

"Sounds like a mutant," Owen said, glancing at his claws. "…So, they were around that far back? How long ago?"

"Enet went silent seasons ago," Star said. "Enet, did they ever show up after that first time?"

Enet nodded.

"When was the last time?"

"Few days…"

"A few days ago? Okay, and before that?"

"Few days…"

"And… before that?"

Enet paused. Then, she shrugged.

"Ten days? Twenty?"

"Mnn… forty," Enet said.

"Forty, huh," Star said, nodding. "That's kinda a weird gap, but then again…"

Suspicious, Owen said, "How much is forty, Enet?"

Enet held up seven claws—the six on her paws, and then lifted one of her feet for the seventh. "Ten," she said.

Owen hummed, nodding. "So, seventy.".

Enet flinched and went back to tending to her fur, mumbling something incomprehensible to herself.

Owen went on. "Sounds like they were quiet for a while, but then suddenly they started getting active again. D'you think the others have a story like that?"

"No, none of them do," Star said. "But Enet wasn't exactly well-hidden. She could've been wandering around her burrow being wild, and then she got spotted."

"Hmm…" Owen sighed. "Well, Enet? Who is it that keeps scaring you, then? Do you remember anyone specifically? …Enet?" The Charmander turned back. Enet, despite being drenched, looked puffy, sparking with small arcs of electricity. Owen kicked his legs to slowly drift away, hoping he hadn't upset her too much by correcting her math.

But then he followed her gaze, which was locked right onto something. She had the look of a wild Pokémon that was about to get into a fight.

"YOU!"

The voice came from behind Owen, right where Anam had been sitting. The location combined with the harsh tone was so startling that the Charmander could only stare with wide eyes to verify the source.

It was Anam. His eyes were fierce, staring in the same direction that Enet had faced. No. Those weren't Anam's eyes. And that wasn't Anam's voice. It was deeper and feminine. Where did James go? Owen's eyes darted around—curse his lack of perception as a Charmander—and he spotted a black cloud in the trees behind them. It transformed back to James a split-second later. Motion in his peripheral vision drew his attention back to Anam—or whoever it was that now had control over his body.

A close inspection—now that she was moving to the shallower part of the river—revealed a slightly thinner Goodra. And solid. Her eyes and expression… The fierce hatred was something that Owen thought was physically impossible in Anam's body. But that wasn't Anam anymore, was it?

Black smoke enveloped Goodra's right hand.

Owen followed the arm's direction. There, just beyond the river's edge, Owen saw a pair of huge, glowing, purple eyes in the trees.

Goodra fired a black sphere of mist from her hand into the trees, right toward those purple eyes. They vanished in a blink, but the black sphere detonated anyway. A sound—a combination of a deep, deep boom, a whistle like wind through a cave, and the shriek of some ethereal creature—shook Owen's chest.

The tree that the wad of darkness hit exploded violently in a cloud of splinters and blackened leaves. The plume of pitch-dark smoke that followed seeped into adjacent trees, rotting them instantly. They collapsed under their own weight with thunderous creaks.

Amia was out of the water by now, head alight with fire, and with even more blue embers around her fists. Enet was nowhere to be seen.

"What?" Owen mumbled. "Where's—"

Rim appeared behind them. Goodra immediately blasted a smaller, half-charged sphere of rot toward the Hunter. She disappeared in another flash. Amia jumped away, floating a few feet above the river. Standing on an invisible platform of her own Mystic power, but Owen was too slow—and too inexperienced—to think to do the same thing. He got caught up in the blast and shouted in surprise. The shockwave made his feet skid backward. Despite this, he could still stand.

He grunted, trying to bring his arms up to remain guarded, but something felt odd when he tried. Owen looked down out of reflex and gasped.

His hands were black. Scales fell off like dust, revealing dark, coagulated blood underneath. He didn't feel anything. The flesh died so quickly that his body didn't even realize what had happened.

"What—" Owen said, but then he was hit with an intense, yet dull pain in his wrists. His breathing quickened; desperately, he searched for his bag near the riverside before that pain became all he could think about.

Goodra searched for Rim, but she had vanished again, just like Enet had. Then, the Ghost Guardian caught a glimpse of Owen and his rotting hands. Her eyes flashed green. Suddenly, she clutched at her face, grunting.

"No—no, stop—I hurt Owen—stop—" It was Anam's voice again. Then, it became feminine. "No! We have to find the Hunter! Owen will live!" Back to Anam. "Please—I can't kill the forest—I can't hurt them—stop—STOP!" He flailed his head. His horns thrashed, cutting the air.

"Here, Owen," Amia said quickly, pulling out an Oran Berry for him. Owen reached out but then worried that if he tried to hold anything, his fingers might give way. Amia nodded and brought it to his mouth directly. With a chomp, he took down half of it and then bit at the remainder. He jerked his head back and opened wider, managing to toss the rest of the berry into his throat by some bestial nature deep in his mind.

Owen puffed a small ember toward Amia in thanks. The pain had clouded his mind so much that he was focused only on making it better. At least some small part of him still recognized the Oran as the key to healing. Warmth spread from his throat to his chest, and then into his hands. The dull pain gave way to a numbing tingling; color returned to his remaining scales, but it wasn't enough to completely heal it. His hands trembled when the healing faded. It still felt bruised, and the scales were paler than the rest of him, like some sort of scar.

He looked back. "Anam?"

The Goodra was shaking, too, clutching at his chest with his arms, hugging himself. Eyes shut tight, black smoke swam beneath the surface of his skin like underwater currents. Slowly, the black underflow through his body died down, and Anam was back to his normal, lavender color.

"Thank you," Anam said quietly to himself.

Owen sighed, but his hands were still trembling with a dull pain. What was that power?

A hissing crackle split the air further upstream. Something shrieked within the forest from that same direction.

"Enet!" Owen yelled. Without thinking, he ran toward the noise. Amia and Anam struggled to follow, but the thick forestry slowed them down. They couldn't risk burning the forest away—it had barely recovered from the last one in another region—and Anam likely didn't want to risk letting whatever it was that had possessed him before take control again.

That left Owen, transitioning into his Grassy form, to rescue Enet on his own.