Pokegirl Origins - Unova

by SocomSeal

Pokegirls. Humanoid monstergirls who live to battle and need human contact to stay sane. In this world some use pokegirls as tools, but many form close bonds with their partners. This is the story of one tamer and his journey. Inspired by the Moemon Project. Generation 5 - In which the old faces off against the new.

32. Chapter 32 - A Dragon's Burden

WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

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It was a somber silence that hung over the group as they left Dragonspiral Tower the next day. Reshiram standing in a window, far up the tower, a pale ghost watching Nicholas walk away. It wasn't until he'd been gone from her sight for a long time that she finally turned back to her bed, wrapping her arms around his pillow and hugging it tightly in comfort.

Fiona broke the silence almost an hour after they had left. "I should not have asked."

Nicholas exhaled. "And here I'd been, rambling about how powerful each of you are. Instantly forgetting that you are still mortal. Still pokegirls." He resisted the urge to turn his eyes back towards Reshiram. "But I don't think you were wrong to ask her to remember, Fiona. If nothing else, Reshiram needs to face her past. No matter how much she wishes to forget it."

"Perhaps, but this could not have been the time," Fiona protested. "I did not intend to harm her, Lord Nicholas."

"She knows that," Nicholas replied. "And I believe her when she says she does not know of Kyurem. But as I lay with her, some of the things she muttered made me wonder. She kept referencing an emptiness, a void she, or rather Tirakan, felt as she was torn apart by her grief. Brycen spoke of Kyurem as being an entity of void as well. Of emptiness. Hungry and desperately trying to consume whatever it could find."

Fiona slowly blinked. "What does that mean…?"

"From what I know, Tirakan broke into four distinct fragments. Her mind, in agony, becoming Zekrom and Reshiram. Her soul, shorn in two and coalescing as Latios and Latias, from what Zinnia has told me. But Reshiram whispered of shattering." Nicholas' lips thinned. "She said she was shattered. Scattering in every direction, not just two, or three, or four. What if there are other fragments of Tirakan?"

"…You think Kyurem is… another piece of Tirakan?" Fiona asked in a hushed voice.

"I don't know what I think," Nicholas replied. "But it makes some sense, doesn't it?"

"A bit," Fiona admitted.

"Reshiram wouldn't know anything, but if Kyurem is another fragment of Tirakan…" Nicholas trailed off. "Well. Just down this road are the descendants of the Vale. Unova's dragon clan. If anyone knows, it's them."

"Do you know someone here we can ask?" Fiona whispered.

"No. And that's a bit of an issue," Nicholas replied. "See, if these people are anything like the Draconids, then the average person won't know much more than maybe Brycen. There are secrets kept from the populace, even a faithful one. I know that well, considering I have taken the mantle of the Draconid Lorekeeper." He let out a sigh. "If we start asking around, maybe we'd get some hint. But more likely we'd just draw unwanted attention. We need to figure out who, exactly, would be analogous to my own position. And then convince them to tell us anything they know."

"A political leader, perhaps?" Kalmiya asked. "There is a Mayor of Eindoak Town, Master."

"Nah. A religious one," Nicholas replied. "The Lorekeeper is the religious and political leader of the Draconid Clan because they are small. The Celestica hold a council of elders who act as both the political and religious leaders because, once again, though they have their own village it is still small. Eindoak Town is a fully realized settlement. I can easily imagine that the two roles for these people have split over time."

"I can search for the answer, Master?"

"Could you?" Nicholas asked. "I can't think who it might be. The last time I really interacted with anyone here they only held reverence for the tower directly, and by extension Reshiram and Zekrom themselves, though they thought them simple keepers."

"Would it really hurt to just ask around?" Melody asked as the group rounded the corner towards Eindoak. "I know you said you didn't want unwanted attention but it's not as if we're gonna hurt anybody."

Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Despite everything, I'm still a reluctant prophet. I'm trying to preach for the world to act on their own volition, not at my whim. These people saw me and Reshiram stand together last year. If I'm not careful, they might think-"

"…Think what, Keeper?" Jade asked as the group slowed. The Golurk landed and took a few extra steps to be looming over him as they slowly walked up to the wall of people crowding the road. "You seem to have drawn your attention already."

"Think that I'm their religious figure," Nicholas snarled under his breath. "Arceus damn it." He fixed a smile to his face when they got closer. "Good morning! Excuse us…"

"You are the Hero of Truth?" Nicholas came to a halt at the hail. The crowd was unmoving, though one smaller robed figure stepped out slightly to address him directly with their hands crossed in front of them. "Your appearance does match what is told… There were whispers of your arrival yesterday, and then the call from the tower…"

"The call…?" Nicholas started, trailing off as he realized. "Oh, damn it," he finished under his breath. "I apologize if I startled anyone," he said, addressing the spokesperson but turning to look at the crowd as a whole. "Even I know better than to approach the Dragon of Truth unannounced."

A low murmur of conversation from the crowd as the spokesperson began to laugh. "Indeed. Some of our more… precocious youngsters have learned that lesson since she returned. Yet, she is not nearly as unforgiving as the old stories make her out to be."

"Yes, well, she is not the beast she once was either," Nicholas replied. "I refuse to repeat the mistakes of our past."

"Indeed," the spokesperson said quietly. "It is said a dragon reflects her master. Her Lady Reshiram, I have heard, has returned to us kind, and steadfast, and true. Truly the Dragon of Truth, not only in name, but in form." The figure's eyes rested on his. "If what was heard yesterday is to be believed, I can imagine I know why."

"You honor me."

"Hmph." The spokesperson made a motion and Nicholas realized they'd just thumped the end of a cane against the ground beneath their robe. "So far I have no reason to suspect you are not as you claim. But while you may not have intended to startle anyone with your call, it was still heard. I must insist." The figure lifted one hand to pull the hood of their robe back, revealing a wizened old woman with piercing purple eyes. "If you wish to pass, it must be as you showed them you can be."

Nicholas frowned slightly. "Are you the Mayor of Eindoak?"

"Mayor? Ha!" The woman let out a barking laugh. "The dragon's blood of the Vale has been diluted over time. Let the weak find their false power. I am the Matriarch of this clan."

Nicholas slowly straightened his posture. "I see. I hadn't expected you to come to me."

The woman frowned. "And what does that mean?"

"I am looking for answers, respected elder," Nicholas replied with a slight bow of his head. "I would petition your aid, as Lorekeeper of the Draconid Clan."

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Draconid. And you claim to be Her Lady Reshiram's Champion?"

"And friend to the Hero of Ideals, heir of the Harmonia bloodline," Nicholas stated evenly, "as well as a friend to Victini, just as I have been told the King Harmonia once was. There are many things that I am, honored elder. A Draconid is simply one of them." He smiled slightly. "I apologize, but I had no choice in my own blood."

The woman scrutinized him for a few long moments. "Yet it is the one thing you cling to."

"If we were to abandon our own blood, then what manner of dragon would we be?"

Silence. Then the woman began to smile, a low chuckle rumbling from her chest. "Well said, Draconid. Lorekeeper, and thus undeniably Dragon Master of his Clan. I welcome you to Eindoak. But you still must enter as yourself. Not this human form you take for the benefit of the weak."

"If that is your demand." Nicholas stretched, and the crowd stirred when he released his aura. "Will you grant me your audience, esteemed elder?"

"Only if you'll stop finding new honorifics on my station," the woman growled, turning and walking through the crowd. "Come. You may rest in my house."

Nicholas followed, and was surprised when he did to find that most of the crowd's density was taken up by pokegirls. Or perhaps unsurprised, as he watched dozens of hungry eyes follow him. The old woman led them to a small house set a short distance from the center of the town and beckoned him inside, pulling the door shut before any of the people following them could slip in. "Your questions then, Lorekeeper," the woman said, shuffling through her house and bending down to stoke the embers of a fire back to life. "And shut the blinds, would you? It's too cold out there."

"Too cold…?" Nicholas started quizzically, but turned to the windows anyways. "It's barely even fall."

"Yes. Far too cold," the woman grumbled. "Why the Lady made her home so far north I will never understand. But she did, and so here we remain." She shuffled closer to the flames with a contented sigh. "Much better. Speak."

"I beg your pardon, but how should I address you, elder?" Nicholas asked.

"Just like that. Elder is fine," the woman replied. "You are not of my clan, so what use is anything more? Now, spit it out. Before one of the dragons who heard your call decides she's going to be stupid enough to intrude on my dwelling in search of the human who stirred her soul."

Nicholas frowned. "What?"

"You heard me. You may not have intended to, but you still caused quite a stir here yesterday," the elder growled. "It is why I insisted you prove that you are what they all felt. Otherwise one of them would have no doubt been foolish enough to test you. You would have defended yourself, or one of the ones who follow you in your stead – and I am just far too old to have to clean up the mess you'd make of the foolish."

A smile twitched at the edges of Nicholas' mouth. "You don't seem to think much of the dragons that live with your clan, elder. It was different in your day, eh?"

The woman met his eyes and Nicholas unconsciously leaned back slightly at what he saw still burning within them. "It was," she retorted. "Nowadays Dragon Masters are few and far between. I hold no pity for the weak or the foolish, the stupid or ignorant. I care only for the future of my clan."

"As is your duty," Nicholas said quietly. "I apologize for my disrespect. Is Champion Iris of your clan?"

That made the woman smile. "Of course. She is part of its future."

"I look to face her one day. To challenge her as Champion of Unova," Nicholas said. "I am glad to hear that I will find a Dragon Master."

The elder chuckled and turned back to the fire. "Aye, that you will. You've gotten me back in a good mood, Lorekeeper. Ask your questions."

Nicholas breathed out in relief and nodded. "Thank you." He paused. "I am seeking knowledge of… the fall. Of the Vale." The elder grunted to indicate that she was listening but didn't do much else. "It has to do with the cold, actually. That you say you dislike." He glanced outside, at the warm sunlight streaming through the cracks of the blinds. "I've heard rumors. Of… a hungering chill. An insatiable emptiness. That formed as Tirakan was broken."

The elder was slowly rubbing her hands in front of the fire. "I know of what you speak, and you are correct. There is a reason I do not like the chill of the world. For it reminds me of what was left of our Lady on the day that she died."

"Kyurem is a fragment," Nicholas murmured.

The elder turned to him. "Kyurem. The empty husk of our Lady's body. Devoid of life, of anything, and entombed in the earth to be forgotten. As it should have been. As it never was."

"A pokegirl?"

"A husk," the elder repeated. "Leave it to its rest, Lorekeeper. There is nothing left of our Lady within that shell any longer. Only a dark and empty hatred."

Nicholas grimaced. "I'd love to. Unfortunately, there are those who seek Kyurem. And those sworn to stop them."

"Hm." The elder glanced between the watching eyes. "Even I do not know exactly where Kyurem now rests. To the east, I know that much, just not precisely where. But there is someone who might."

"Who?"

"Sir Drayden," the woman replied. "You would know him as Leader Drayden. There are those of my clan who have long dedicated themselves to protecting our Lady's shattered remnants. All of them, even Kyurem. Sir Drayden is one of our Lady's staunchest knights."

"Well, that's convenient," Nicholas replied. "I'd intended on heading to Opelucid City at some point anyways."

"Tell him what you have told me," the elder said. "And tell him it is time for him to make his choice."

Nicholas slowly nodded. "I will."

"Was that your only question, Lorekeeper?"

Nicholas sighed. "More or less. I could sit and listen for an age if you allowed me, but I do not have the luxury today. Perhaps another time."

"Perhaps," the elder replied, her eyes studying him. "Seeking knowledge from all sources just for the sake of it. Perhaps you are more than the Lorekeeper of a single clan." She turned away. "Try not to cause too much trouble on your way out, would you? And treat her well."

Nicholas blinked, having turned for the door and stopping with his hand on the knob. "Who?"

"Whoever," the elder chuckled behind him.

Nicholas looked back with a quizzical glance but the woman was ignoring him in favor of the fire. Shrugging, he turned the doorknob and stepped into the morning sun.

He was immediately staggering in an attempt to not crash into the throng of bodies clustered on the steps to the elder's house. As soon as he emerged the pokegirls erupted in excited noise. "It's him! He's here! The Hero!" Nicholas yelped when a few more aggressive members of the crowd shoved towards him, their hands grabbing at his body. "Let me join you, Hero! No, me! Me! I want to go with him!"

He was immensely grateful to have listened to the elder on the way in because now the grasping hands found only air, the girls they belonged to squawking as they tumbled off balance and crashed into the first thing that had been behind Nicholas – which happened to be Kiana, the Arcanine releasing an enraged bark before throwing the offending bodies away and sending them tumbling through the crowd. Nicholas himself had leapt, clearing the throng and taking quick stock of the scene. At least two dozen pokegirls – from the looks of it, both breeds that made Eindoak their home. All unevolved. Deino and Axew. The 'stupid' and 'foolish' the elder had spoken of, mobbing in to try and catch his favor. Well, he was of much the same mind as the old woman. He didn't want any of them.

The crowd was turning, confused words filling the air as they looked for him, and Nicholas straightened to yell at where Kiana bristled in the doorway. "Get the harem out of town, Kiana!" he called, drawing attention to where he stood but not really caring as he did. "I'll meet you there!"

"Master-!" Kiana began to cry.

Nicholas cracked a grin and juked, dodging a lunging pokegirl and swapping to his radio. "The elder asked me not to cause too much trouble, so no fighting, okay? I'll be fine. Plus, I kind of want to stretch my legs."

"Master…" Kiana growled, watching him dodge his way down the road. "He's such a pain."

"You're telling me," Cathy growled from behind her as she shoved onto the street. "I'll follow him. You take your harem out of here."

Nicholas was laughing as he evaded the clamoring crowds, some pokegirls dropping out only to be replaced by newcomers as he raced through Eindoak. Maybe it was the energy here, reacting with the power he was letting flow. He didn't really know. But he was having more fun taunting these pokegirls than he'd had in a while. More fun than when he'd met Zisela.

"Make sure to come hug the right up ahead!" a chipper voice called out and Nicholas turned to see a scruffier Deino jogging along across the street from him. "Left's got a hidden alley, I'd betcha someone's looped around for an ambush!"

Nicholas turned back to the road and grew a smirk. "Thanks for the advice. I'll avoid both."

"Whoa!" he heard as he ran for a low wall, kicking up off of it and vaulting onto a slate roof, boosting himself with a bit of aura to make sure the transition was seamless. Sure enough as he leapt over the alley in question he was treated to the sight of two Axew staring up at him with wide eyes before he returned his attention to the roofs ahead and his grin grew wider.

"It is so rude of you to do that when I can't even fly yet," he heard, and looked down in surprise to see the same Deino from before doggedly keeping up in the street. "Nice moves, though. You're not breaking anything running around up there are you?"

"I can literally see some of the Hydreigon using the roofs as a perch to watch the excitement," Nicholas replied, pointing out at the various figures sitting around town. "I think that one's a Haxorus. Who are you, anyways? One of the fools trying to catch my eye?"

"Hey, you're talking to me, so I'm doing something right," the girl retorted with a grin. "Besides, I ain't tryin'. I'm coming with you."

"Uh-huh. Sure you are," Nicholas chuckled. "That's what all the rest of them think too."

"Yeah, see that's the difference," the girl breezed. "I don't think. I am."

Nicholas turned his full attention to the path ahead of him as his grin grew challenging. "Then keep up with this."

He heard a yelp when he suddenly made a ninety-degree turn, and then a thud as the Deino slammed into the wall of a building in her haste to follow. Nicholas made a few more abrupt turns as he worked his way towards the edge of town, chuckling to himself when he took one and looked down to see nobody following him. Oh well. He'd liked that one girl's spunk, but he hadn't expected her to be able to keep up on the ground. Not when he was free from obstacles hopping from rooftop to rooftop.

With a grunt he jumped back to the ground, tucking into a roll to soften the fall and springing back up to dust himself off. Kiana and the others were already waiting for him on the road back south so he turned in that direction and began to walk. He'd caused a bit of a scene but nothing bad enough for the elder to get mad at him. He hoped.

"FOUND YOU!"

Nicholas whirled, his eyes widening as he took in the body hurtling out of an alleyway towards him. "Whoa HEY-!"

He saw stars when the Deino slammed into him, sending both of them crashing to the ground and tumbling through the dirt until they stopped rolling with the panting pokegirl somehow on top of him. "You – huff – nearly got me – huff – with all that, huh, dodging," she gasped out. "I lost of you – sight, sight of you – a ways back." She took a huge gulp of air and swallowed in an effort to slow her breathing. "But you- you're so bright." She cracked a grin down at Nicholas, peering from behind a curtain of bangs that had been blowing back as she ran. "I couldn't lose sight of that."

"Oh, my darn aura," Nicholas grumbled. "If you could follow it the others will as well." The Deino yelped when he pushed her to the side and got up while she scrambled in the dust. "Guess that means I have to run again."

"Oh no you don't!" Nicholas let a shocked cry when he felt a hand snarl his legs and he fell back to the ground. "You're not leaving without me," the Deino said, grabbing at Nicholas' legs as he tried to avoid her and squirm away. "STOPPIT!"

"My patience is wearing out," Nicholas snarled, twisting to stare the girl down. "Let go. I have no interest in adding you to my Weyr."

"If you didn't I'd know it," the Deino asserted. "Look at you. You're incredible! I could feel it yesterday too. If you wanted you could have scattered all of those idiots in an instant. But you didn't." She managed to snag Nicholas' leg and took a firm grip as she grinned at him. "You were giving them a test. They failed. I passed."

Nicholas' eyes narrowed and he loomed forwards, a snarl ripping through his throat as he glared death at the clinging Deino. "I said. Let. Go."

The girl blinked at him a few times before beginning to giggle, to Nicholas' bewilderment. "Oh come on, you weren't even serious with that one," she giggled. "That's the kind of look the broodmothers would give the hatchlings. 'Ooh, you better scare straight', ahahaha- urk!"

The Deino's grip on his leg vanished as Cathy pulled her into the air by the back of her neck. "He told you to let go," she growled dangerously, ignoring as the Deino flailed and grabbed at her arm. "So you let. Him. Go."

"Don't hurt her too badly, Cathy," Nicholas said with a sigh as he got back to his feet. "She didn't do any real harm. It's my fault she's coming after me in the first place anyways."

"Let go of me you big- dumb-" Cathy yelped and released her hold when the Deino somehow managed to twist her head all the way around to bite the Miltank's hand. "Yeah, it's your fault!" she exclaimed, completely turning her back on Cathy even as the Miltank recovered and looked like she was going to backhand the girl through the nearest wall. "You fucking kidding me? When I heard your call there stopped being anywhere else I'd rather be! Forget all that hero stuff, forget anything else the rest of them think! When I heard your roar I answered you, damnit! I'm not letting you leave without me!"

Nicholas lifted a hand slightly to stall Cathy. "I didn't come here to ask anyone to join my Weyr," he explained to the girl. "I'm sorry to have given you the wrong idea, but that roar you heard me give wasn't directed at anybody but Reshiram. It wasn't calling for you."

The one fuchsia eye peeking out from behind the Deino's bangs narrowed at him. "When did I say anything about asking?" she growled. "You sure didn't. I don't give a damn who you were calling for with that roar but I sure as hell know who it called to. Me. I answered you, Weyrleader. So now," she said, stepping in closer and bringing her face inches from his own as she hissed out her words, "I'm coming with you. I didn't have a choice but respond when I heard your call. I'm not letting you have one either."

Nicholas leaned back slightly from the shorter pokegirl with a bemused smile. "You've got spunk, girl. I'll give you that. But." The Deino grunted when his hand slammed into her sternum and shoved her a few steps back. "What makes you think I want a Deino who tries to impose her will on her Weyrleader?"

The Deino gave him a smirk. "I ain't dumb," she said confidently. "I know the difference between when a strong dragon's serious or not. And you haven't been serious once while trying to chase me off." Her eyes twinkled as she stared up at him. "You like that I haven't run. You would have gotten serious if you didn't."

Nicholas stared down at her for a few seconds more before a rumble began to build in his chest. "You're right," he chuckled. "You've intrigued me. I tell you what." He grinned down at the Deino. "What's your name, girl?"

"Silla."

"Well, Silla, here's the deal." Nicholas turned to nod down the road. "My harem's that way. Down the southern road. I'm going to go join them, and we're going to leave Eindoak." He turned back to her. "We have somewhere to be. So I'm going to have them move as soon as I get there, and move fast. If we leave you behind…? Well, that's your own fault."

Silla took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Cathy, pokeball." Cathy blinked but procured her pokeball and handed it to him, Nicholas recalling the Miltank and stowing her on his belt. "I hope what you showed before isn't the best you can do, Silla. Because I was just having fun." He took a half step back, his grin widening into his eyes as his aura flared up. "Now I'm really gonna stretch my wings."

Silla's eyes bugged out when Nicholas turned and took off at twice the speed he'd been moving before. "Okay. Okay, you can do this," she whispered, taking quick breaths as she got ready to follow. "You can do this. You can do this." Her eyes glowed softly as she continued whispering to herself. "You're just as fast as he is. Just be as fast as he is. You can do this. Go, you silly girl. GO!" With a scream Silla sprinted forwards, energy surging over her body as she doggedly pursued the brilliant light in the distance.

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"Think she'll make it, Master?"

Nicholas took another sip from his drink. Night had fallen and he was seated around a campfire with the harem. "I told her that if she fell behind, tough luck," he replied. "And we haven't seen her since we left Eindoak."

Kiana grunted and shifted her pose to be more relaxed as she stared up at the stars. "Why did you run off on your own and then just brush off the one pokegirl who caught your eye? From what you've told us about her I would have liked having this Silla in my pack."

"Because I have high standards," Nicholas replied. "Especially when it comes to dragons. I don't just let any old pokegirl into my harem. You have to impress me first."

"Sounded like this one did," Kiana grumbled.

"We'll see."

The fire was burning low, most of the pokegirls having already retired for the night, when Nicholas heard rustling in the undergrowth. He lowered his latest can to join the small pile next to his chair as a shadow staggered into the campsite and keeled over, smashing face first into the ground to lie unmoving next to him. Jade was, as always, one of the few still active alongside him and she turned her head to watch as Nicholas bent over to inspect the unconscious Deino. "I assume she has now met your standards, Keeper."

Nicholas chuckled softly. "She has." He made a sympathetic noise as his hands found the tattered remains of Silla's clothing and the dried blood and bruises covering the smaller pokegirl. "She didn't give up. She's more than earned her place here." He stood and walked over to his bag. "Kalmiya, got enough energy in you for a single healing and cleaning cycle?"

"Of course, Master."

"Good. She can sleep off her exhaustion in a pokeball." Nicholas turned back to Silla and reached down to press an empty ball to the Deino's back, not bothering to let go of it as the capture tone sounded immediately. "I'll give her the good news in the morning."

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POKEDEX UPDATED

Tamer: Nicholas Topolski

Badges:

Basic Badge

Insect Badge

Bolt Badge

Quake Badge

Toxic Badge

Jet Badge

Harem:

Kiana, Arcanine (Alpha) – Level 45

Adalinda, Serperior – Level 46

Jade, Golurk – Level 45

Melody, Seismitoad – Level 46

Cindy, Galvantula – Level 45

Silla, Deino – Level 45

Non-Com Harem:

Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 35
Cathy, Miltank – Level 72

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Silla materialized, still asleep, on a pile of bedding with a handful of drifting sunbeams playing over her body. The light bounced strangely as it hit the Deino's leathery blue skin, not really reflecting, but not exactly being absorbed, either. Nicholas pulled back from where he'd been scrutinizing her body and turned to settle in and wait for her wake up. Probably not a scaled dragon, then, but some kind of rough skin pattern. She wouldn't be the first of his Weyr.

It took a few minutes for Silla to twitch. Nicholas looked up when he heard the Deino shift, a low groan coming from where he'd left her before he heard the movements stop. "Congratulations," he said. "You've impressed me."

A hand came into view first as Silla struggled upright, her head turning to find him as her eyes blinked owlishly. "Where am…? I…?"

"This is my tent," Nicholas said. "You made it, Silla. Staggered into my campsite last night with the last of your strength and earned your place in my Weyr." He shut his pokedex and got to his feet. "Or to put it another way – you're coming with me."

Silla slowly began to grin, a wheezing laugh escaping her mouth as she collapsed back onto the bedding. "I did it."

"You did," Nicholas agreed, stepping over to look down at the laughing Deino. "So. I think proper introductions are in order. My name is Nicholas. Hero of Truth, World Champion, there are many things I am and will one day be. And you are?"

"Silla," Silla gasped, still consumed by her mirth. "Dragon of your Weyr. There's nothing else that matters."

"There's probably a bit more than just that," Nicholas replied with a chuckle as he squatted down to run his fingers across the tattered remains of Silla's clothes. "I'm quite interested in your past. You're pretty strong for a Deino."

"There's nothing special there," Silla laughed, her breath catching when Nicholas' exploring touch brushed past where her shirt had been torn away and exposed one of her nipples. "Unlike those idealistic fools, we Deino understand that before we can evolve, we have to be strong enough to overcome ourselves."

"Those idealistic fools?" Nicholas asked with another chuckle. "The Haxorus line?"

"Yeah."

"How interesting that you describe them in that way," Nicholas mused, his hands continuing to draw patterns across Silla's skin. "And what would you say fuels your understanding of your own self?"

Silla grinned up at him. "I must be stronger than them, so that I may remain true, even as I face the chaos that is my future."

"I suppose this is why it was mostly Deino in that crowd yesterday," Nicholas chuckled. "You were attracted to the Hero of Truth." Silla let out an appreciative moan when his hands went from exploring her body to pushing the remains of her clothes away. "Let's get these old things off of you so I can take a better look at the pokegirl who claims to be a dragon of truth." He paused a moment and cocked an eyebrow at the blissful Deino. "You want some replacements when we make it to the next town?"

"Eh," Silla replied dismissively. "I'd have had to abandon the shirts before long anyways. Is that a problem?"

"Don't see why it would be," Nicholas replied, pulling the cloth apart instead of bothering to take it off of Silla in one piece. "There are very few others in my Weyr who bother with clothing at all." He leered down at her once she was as naked as he was. "Now let's take a good look at you."

Silla giggled and lifted her arms towards her slightly elongated neck, posing for him as Nicholas examined the Deino's body. All in all, he thought, she was exactly as he would expect the first stage evolution of the Hydreigon line to be. A diminutive frame, a small chest, rough blue skin covering her everywhere with the only hint of the purple she'd one day gain being a smattering of spots in the black fur that spread from between her breasts and up her neck to join the short black hair atop her head. With Silla on her back her bangs were drawn slightly to the sides, allowing him to see both of her fuchsia eyes, but from what he'd seen before they'd be hidden more often than not.

"Your neck isn't as long as it will be, but it's still quite flexible, right?" Nicholas asked, pushing a few strands of Silla's hair behind her pointed ear and continuing the motion down the back of her head to rub across the fur covering her neck. "That's how you managed to bite Cathy."

He heard Silla purr and her neck shifted under his hand as the Deino twisted around before he suddenly found her lips pushing against his wrist. "That's right," she replied, and Nicholas jerked back when he felt something prick his hand. "I bite."

Nicholas was rubbing the back of his hand and took a glance to see a tiny drop of blood oozing onto his skin. "You do, do you. Do you drink blood or something?"

"Nah," Silla replied without shame. "I just bite the things I like." She sat up a bit, bringing her face closer to his with a teasing smile. "It's the best way to get a taste for my favorite things."

Nicholas chuckled and reached out to poke her on the nose. "You're terrible."

"One day I will be great and terrible," Silla agreed, her lips splitting into a wild grin that showed the tiny fangs hiding among her teeth and creating a rather unsettling appearance with her eyes hidden by her hair and yet somehow staring straight through him. "But for now I have to settle for what I've got."

"I look forward to seeing what you become," Nicholas murmured, reaching out to meet her for a kiss and chuckling when he felt Silla gently nibbling at his lips in the process. "No fellatio for you. I don't trust my penis near those teeth."

"That's fine," Silla replied smugly, leaning back and lifting her legs so she could use her hands to spread her pussy invitingly. "Even though I haven't evolved yet I have a second pair of lips that would love to kiss your cock."

Nicholas needed no further prompting and he pushed up against her, pressing his chest against her breasts as he slowly worked his hips to drag his stiffening member along Silla's taint and hold it there, waiting for the pulsing shaft to firm before lifting his hips and allowing it to flick up and bounce off Silla's clit.

"Oooh," Silla breathed as she felt the sensation race through her. "That was cute."

"Not as cute as you," Nicholas growled playfully, rubbing around her entrance a few times before slowly sliding inside with a grunt. Silla's fingers let go of her labia, choosing instead to grab down on her thighs and keep her legs nicely spread while Nicholas began to thrust, her own breathy noises falling in time with his movements until Nicholas heard a light cry escaping the Deino's lips every time his tip shoved inwards and bumped against her walls.

"Ah… Ah… Ah…Ahm-" Silla's cries were muffled when Nicholas pushed his thumb into her mouth, holding her jaw slightly open as he stroked her cheek and grinning when he felt her biting down on him instead. "Mmmm…"

"Absolutely adorable," Nicholas crooned, using his free hand to draw Silla's bangs away from her eyes so he could see the blissful Deino's expression. "And most importantly?" He leaned in close, gently finding where Silla's ear poked out of her hair and whispering into it. "This cute little Deino is mine."

Silla moaned, her legs clenching in a bit, and Nicholas chuckled as he felt her come. "That's right," he purred, pulling his head back and reaching down to peel one of her hands from her legs so that he could squeeze it tightly within his own. "Welcome to your new Weyr, Silla."

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Nicholas gazed out across the water below them while he listened to the friendly arguments between the pokegirls behind him. "No, I would!" Melody exclaimed, petulantly stomping her foot in front of Cindy's smug expression. "A triathlon includes swimming, and you can't swim at all!"

"Says who, darling?" Cindy purred. "I just don't like getting wet. I've swam across entire bays before."

"So that's how you got to the Driftveil Stadium."

Cindy blinked at Nicholas' interruption. "Well… Yes, I think it was."

"Okay but I'd swim faster," Cindy retorted. "And there's no way you'd last on your feet! You have to run, and that means endurance. You'd collapse halfway to the finish line!"

"Are you forgetting that the humans also ride their bikes in a triathlon?" Cindy asked amusedly. "Your frame is so wide it would be like a brick trying to ride an acorn."

Melody purpled. "You take that back!"

"No, she's got a point," Nicholas said, turning from the view to rejoin the pokegirls. "But you're in luck, because the triathlon is a human event in the first place. There are other, similar events designed specifically for pokegirls to compete in."

"Oh?" both Cindy and Melody said in unison.

"They call it the Pokeathlon," Nicholas explained. "It's a competition held every few years in Indigo, where there are all sorts of events for all kinds of pokegirls. Endurance sprints, jumping competitions, strength, precision… Basically, it doesn't matter that Melody's a big lumpy blue brick." He grinned at the Seismitoad's indignant shout. "There would be an event for each of you. Maybe I'll take the harem on a trip to see it in action one day."

Kiana was standing slightly apart from the group with her arms crossed and she lowered her chin with a light smile. "Heh. Is there any kind of battling in this 'Pokeathlon', Master?"

"Not conventional battles, no."

"Then why worry about it?" Kiana breezed. "My pack cares about battling. It's why we've not let up since Eindoak, all in preparation for the next one. Isn't that right, girls?"

Melody and Cindy both immediately started nodding. "Yes, Alpha!"

"That's good, because didn't Master say the next battle is just ahead of us?" Kiana's eye glinted as she unfolded one arm to gesture down the bridge. "Opelucid City. Home to Leader Drayden. Our next challenge."

Nicholas smiled. "A Dragon Master. Highly respected, I hear, by the people of Eindoak Town." He glanced over to see Silla quivering and holding a massive grin. "You are going to get to face him in battle, Silla. What do you say to that?"

The Deino replied by springing up onto her tiptoes and clasping her hands together tightly with a loud squeal. "EEE! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait-"

Nicholas burst out laughing, happy chuckles rising from the others as they watched the excited girl bounce up and down. "Let's go!" Kiana barked, chuckling as she slammed her hands together with a deafening clap. "GIRLS! Opelucid is just ahead! We don't stop until we're there!"

"You know, just north of here is Victory Road," Nicholas said, pausing when they passed the city limits and he began seeing warning signs for traveling tamers. "Oh… Or maybe not. This entrance is closed after the landslides? Well damn. Where's the new one then?"

"There is a new, eastern entrance, Master," Kalmiya replied.

"Ahhh, because of that new gym leader in Humilau, yeah?" Nicholas said. "Makes sense. Okay. Drayden. We're primarily here to see if he has any information about Kyurem. A gym battle is secondary, but I wouldn't be surprised to get the same kind of reception as in Icirrus. For whatever reason, Champion Iris doesn't like me all that much." He grumbled. "Leader Drayden is one of her mentors."

"Maybe you can finally ask why Iris doesn't like you, Nicholas," Cathy said.

"Yeah, this all really depends on what kind of reaction Drayden will have to seeing me walk into his gym," Nicholas replied with a sigh. "Well. No time like the present. Shall we, girls?"

The Opelucid Gym was a large castle made of worked stone brick, two rearing dragon heads in black and white stone sitting to either side of the entrance. Nicholas gave them a glance as they passed, but other than the obvious reference to Reshiram and Zekrom he didn't see any truly identifying features.

He came to a halt in the entryway to take in the gym's interior. It was the first active gym he'd seen in Unova with a proper lobby, and the far wall was made of glass, showcasing the wide-open space that formed the gym proper. Out there, the floor fell away, plummeting dozens of feet to create a pit of oversized spikes, and above them was nothing but two monstrous serpentine dragon statues, each crafted from a stone that seemed to shift colors as he looked. Black, white, a shade of gray. It was impossible to tell what the true colors of each were in the low light that filtered through the gym.

"Welcome, tamer," a blue-skinned pokegirl receptionist said pleasantly from nearby. "Could I please have your name and pokedex so I may register your challenge?"

Nicholas turned and walked over. "I am Champion Nicholas Topolski. I'm here to talk to Drayden, not necessarily to challenge him."

"Thank you for providing your name, tamer," the receptionist replied in the same pleasant voice. "I will still require your pokedex if you wish to face Leader Drayden."

"I told you I'm not looking for his badge."

"The only way one meets Leader Drayden, is in battle," the receptionist replied, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly even though her smile never changed. "He knows who you are."

"Guess that answers my question as to how Drayden would react when I got here," Nicholas growled quietly. He handed over his pokedex and watched the receptionist begin tapping at her computer. "You're an Altaria."

The pokegirl glanced back at him, still holding her smile. "Yes, I am."

"Thank you."

The Altaria raised an eyebrow, the only real change to her expression since he'd walked in. "And for what, Dragon Master?"

Nicholas cracked a small smile of his own at that. "For showing me a hint of what I go to face."

The Altaria's eyes shimmered as her smile spread imperceptibly wider. "Your challenge is accepted," she said, handing him back his pokedex and gesturing at a door in the glass that had just clicked open. "I wish you only the best of luck."

"We'll see if I need it," Nicholas muttered, turning and leading the way out the door and onto the twisting spine of one of the dragons.

There were steps hewn into the stone and so they climbed, eventually emerging at the base of the dragon's skull to see one half of a combat arena laid out along the dragon's snout. And the other half, taking up the space on the other dragon statue's tail, which sat even with the head of the dragon Nicholas stood on.

"Welcome to Opelucid Gym, tamer," a voice called, and Nicholas focused on the man in a dark trench coat standing relaxed on the tail of the other dragon. "Your challenge is simple. Ascend. Behind me sits a button. Press it, and your dragon will rise to the next. And the next. And the next." He smiled. "But to get to your prize, you'll have to go through me."

Nicholas nodded slowly, craning his neck to look up the statue across from him. It looked likely that each appendage was another checkpoint on the way to the top. "And what if I don't want to do that?"

"Only a true Dragon Master can bend any dragon to their will," the other man replied. "If you believe yourself a true Dragon Master, then command the dragon upon which you stand. But if you cannot… there is only one path up, tamer."

Nicholas nodded thoughtfully and brought his eyes back down to the gym assistant. "Sorry. We'll have to have a battle some other day. Girls?" He picked out a few pokeballs as the man chuckled. "Fiona, Cathy, step back. Ada, Silla, stand with me. Everyone else? I'm recalling you because I need to focus here. Prepare yourself for battle."

Kiana caught Adalinda's attention before Nicholas could begin recalling them. "Which is it going to be, Beta?"

Adalinda growled softly as the Arcanine dissolved into light, turning her eyes towards where Nicholas stood and slithering up to lift her chin beside him. "I'm ready, Weyrleader."

Silla hissed softly, slinking into position on his other side as her stubby tail quivered. "As am I."

Nicholas nodded. Closing his eyes, he reached for his power, allowing it to cloak him, but did not stop when he had unlocked it to fully suffuse his form. Instead he pushed. Opened his eyes and looked down as his lips drew back and he held out his palm over the skull of the dragon statue. He could feel an unnatural presence running through this stone and that was what he focused on, the slits of his eyes widening as he forced power out and down towards it. "Rise," Nicholas snarled, his fingers clenching in as he poured energy into the lifeless stone. "I said RISE!"

Adalinda and Silla both hissed as they felt the energy bleeding from the man standing between them and Nicholas began to growl, feeling the stone beneath his feet stir, but nothing more. The presence had taken notice, but it did not obey. Very well. "Obey my command," Nicholas growled, his aura flashing as it darkened until nothing of the man himself could be seen anymore, consumed entirely by a roaring draconic beast whose fangs bristled at the unmoving stone. "I COMMAND YOU TO RISE!"

As Nicholas unleashed his roaring command Adalinda and Silla's own energies spiked, the two falling and plunging their hands into Nicholas' aura in an effort to find a hold on his body, to stay upright, but in doing so linking them together so that as he roared, the sound crashing through the gym, it was joined by two more, Adalinda and Silla's roars as they were borne along in his fury. And the stone trembled.

Electricity crackled as the arena split, the anchors that had held it in place deactivating and allowing the dragon statue to rise, picking up speed as it went and Nicholas' crooked fingers curled into a fist, then he turned his hand to face upwards, and finally, as the statue shuddered and slammed into place face to face with its opposite, Nicholas looked up to stare at the motionless man waiting for him with arms crossed.

"HM!" The spectral visage covering Nicholas' body vanished as he released his power to flow naturally once more. "I would expect nothing less of Her Lady's champion."

"Drayden," Nicholas growled, opening his fist and letting his arm fall back to his side. "I didn't come here to fight, you know."

"I know why you came, Nicholas Topolski," Drayden replied. "But how am I meant to trust that you are strong enough to protect what you've come to find?"

"You'd think being Reshiram's champion would afford me some level of trust," Nicholas retorted.

"HM!" Drayden slowly uncrossed his arms, his muscles bulging beneath his shirt even from that casual motion. "It affords you the chance to earn my trust, Nicholas. Now prove to me that you are worthy of what you seek."

"Let's do this, then!" Nicholas roared, flicking Adalinda and Silla's pokeballs into his hands and recalling each as the arena flared to life. "If you insist I leave with your badge, Leader Drayden, then I'll gladly take it!"

"This will be an unlimited battle!" Drayden roared back, rolling his shoulder before withdrawing a pokeball. "Let! Us! BEGIN!"

Nicholas pulled out Cindy's pokeball, releasing the Galvantula into the arena as across from them a hulking dragon slammed to the ground in front of Drayden. "Take control, Cindy!" Nicholas called. "Just like we've trained for! This is YOUR battlefield!"

The Galvantula leered, drawing silk out and whirling it about her body. "Hey, big ugly!" she called brightly, the Druddigon in front of Drayden growling low in her chest. "You're hardly worth my time."

Lashing whips of electrified silk wrapped themselves around the Druddigon's limbs and she seized, staggering as Cindy cleanly bound her legs and turned the already lumbering pokegirl into a hobbled mess. The Galvantula was giving off her chittering laugh, running circles around her crippled opponent, when the Druddigon's eyes flashed and she roared, snapping most of Cindy's binding webs before digging her claws into the arena floor and ripping a huge amount of material free that she sent slicing across the Galvantula's path.

Cindy screamed in pain as the shards of rock sliced through her body, crashing out and sliding to a halt to lie in a pitifully moaning heap. The Druddigon roared again, breaking as many of Cindy's threads as she could while the Galvantula feebly stirred. Nicholas silently cursed and raised his voice. "Get UP, Cindy. Are you going to let this brute get the better of you? YOU?"

Cindy slammed a fist against the floor, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. "No," she snarled, forcing herself to her feet to face the Druddigon. "This…" she whispered, her lips twisted in an angry scowl, "this is my battlefield. Not. YOURS!"

So much webbing spewed from the furious Galvantula that Drayden's entire side of the arena was painted white. The Druddigon growled, stripping the wet strands from her skin before they could dry and foul her movements, but as she pushed her way free it was to leave the rest of the area around her a sticky mess.

Cindy fell to a second barrage of rocks and Nicholas recalled her, immediately releasing Melody and nodding to the Seismitoad. "Your turn. She's crippled. It's time to use that technique we picked up in Icirrus."

Melody chuckled, bouncing forwards towards the slowed Druddigon. "I've never imagined how many different ways I could PUNCH!" The Druddigon howled in pain when Melody blasted her back, the water covering her fist frozen into ice. "I like this one a lot!"

The Druddigon shook herself, lunging and slipping past Melody's fist to bite down hard on the Seismitoad's arm, earning a scream of pain from her before another ice-infused strike beat her away.

"I admit, Nicholas. That Seismitoad's going to be an issue for me," Drayden called across the arena as his Druddigon recovered from the latest hit. "Well brought."

"Heh," Nicholas replied with a smirk. "Just you wait and see who else I've got with me."

"Why wait? RACHEL!" The Druddigon reared back, her tail beginning to glow, and charged in towards Melody. The Seismitoad was still charging up after the last strike so a regular punch glanced off of Rachel's jaw before she spun, her glowing tail smashing into Melody's side and causing the Seismitoad's eyes to bug out as she was blasted away.

Danger! Melody felt the energy from Rachel's attack seeping deep into her body, a terrible biting pain radiating from the impact point until it seemed as if her entire body was on fire. Run. Flee!

"Melody, finish her off with another-!" Nicholas was starting to yell when the Seismitoad shattered into red light. "What in the-?" On his belt Melody's pokeball activated on its own, sucking up the Seismitoad and going still to leave only Rachel standing in the arena. "W-What the hell just happened?!"

He didn't even have a moment to think before another ball on his belt was activating, Jade lunging into the arena with an angry yell. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT ONE!" she screamed, charging towards Rachel as the Druddigon's tail began to glow again. "HOW DARE YOU!"

"Did the pokeball just- And Jade just-?" Nicholas stammered, watching Rachel take a shadow-infused fist to the face and crumple into Cindy's webs. "The hell was that?"

"I'm afraid I don't have a quick answer, Master-" Kalmiya began to say.

"Shit, no time," Nicholas snarled, watching Drayden release an Altaria in midair, the flying dragon's fluffy wings extending before she could fall to the ground and keeping her safely away from the webbing covering the floor. "Guess we're doing this with Jade. JADE! You need to take that Altaria down, FAST!"

The eyes of Jade's helmet flashed and she bellowed, blasting into the air to meet the Altaria. Who ignored her. Closed her eyes and began to hum as she swayed her body to her own music.

Nicholas recognized that move. The Altaria was hyping herself up. This was bad. "Jade, take her down, do it now!"

Jade tried smashing the Altaria out of the sky with a devastating punch but the Altaria easily recovered, swooping just above the ground and coming back up to face the Golurk before wrapping her wings around her body. Jade landed, skidding a bit as she slid through Cindy's webs, and lifted her arm to blast a stone fist for the motionless Altaria. The girl screamed in pain as her wing was blown out of position and she tumbled, crashing to the ground with a groan. Even when she managed to get back to her feet it was with one wing hanging twisted, dislocated and leaving the Altaria unable to fly. But even though the force of Jade's strike had managed that, the Altaria herself looked no worse for wear.

Jade recognized that. And as the Altaria bowed her head, her whole body becoming suffused in a soft white glow, the Golurk swiveled to find Nicholas.

"SHE MUST FALL, KEEPER!" Jade roared, lifting a hand to wrap around her own head. "ONE! FOR MANY! LET ME DOOM THIS FOE TO DESPAIR!"

Nicholas' eyes flashed. "NO!" he roared back. "I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO HARM YOURSELF, FOR ANY REASON, JADE! IF YOU ARE SO EAGER TO FALL, THEN LET IT BE WITH YOUR FOE, NOT BEFORE HER!"

Jade growled but lowered her fist before raising both above her head and smashing them into the arena with a shout. The shockwave knocked the Altaria off her feet, her rejuvenating glow vanishing as she was smacked around but when she caught herself it was to quickly roll back to her feet and begin charging for the Golurk, a musical note rising until it peaked and the Altaria skipped a step, her fists coming up cloaked in purple energy and the same bleeding from her eyes as she sent one crashing straight through Jade's armor.

Jade screamed in pain, staggering back and clutching at the glowing hole the Altaria had broken. She didn't seem to be retaliating, not until the Altaria was swinging back around, faster than she had any right to be, and shadow erupted from Jade's armor to completely hide her from view.

Another swing and Jade's darkness was cut in half, the Golurk nowhere to be seen. The Altaria roared again, utterly consumed by her draconic rage, and continued swinging, blasting the cloud apart until there was absolutely nothing left. Not finding any hint of the Golurk the Altaria whirled, eyes straining as she stared at every corner of the barren arena.

The darkness exploded back into being, Jade looming from the cloud right behind the unaware Altaria. With a massive blow the raging pokegirl was driven to the ground, Jade's fist sinking unguarded into the base of the cloud-winged dragon's skull and laying the Altaria out, unmoving, on the arena floor.

Jade growled softly, starting to straighten, when with a jerk the Altaria came back to life. Jade yelped in surprise as a foot cleaved into her thigh and she crumbled, trying to catch the weakened leg before looking up to see the Altaria coming straight for her, blood pooling in the girl's eyes, and her fist snuffing out the Golurk's light.

Nicholas quickly recalled the fallen Golurk as he watched the Altaria falter, a piteous moan echoing as all the damage Jade had caused compounded with the blowback from her rage. "ADA!" he roared, releasing the Serperior in front of the staggering Altaria. "Finish her off before she can recover!"

Adalinda shot forwards immediately, her own draconic energy beginning to gather, but the Altaria was still too fast. She staggered, closing her eyes as she went to focus on recovery, and… her foot caught one of Cindy's strands. The girl's eyes snapped back open with a squawk, her arms flailing as she fell to the ground. She didn't get back up again. Before she could Adalinda was looming over her, the Serperior's fangs bared as she unleashed a torrent of energy into the weakened Altaria.

"Finally. A dragon," Drayden chuckled, recalling his Altaria just to release another winged dragon into the sky. A Salamence, and though Adalinda responded to her attempt at intimidation with an angry hiss, Nicholas knew the Serperior couldn't remain to fight.

He was proven right when he recalled her in favor of Kiana and the Arcanine was met with a massive wave of flame that washed over the arena and left little embers popping across the ground. Kiana's attempt to cow her opponent was far more successful, the Arcanine summoning all of her anger at what she had witnessed done to her pack so far in this battle and unleashing a bloodcurdling howl that made the Salamence flinch away. She was preparing to strike when she heard Nicholas in her ear.

"She's going to be faster than you, so soften her up before you go for the kill," Nicholas urged quietly. "And when you do… Well. We're in the Dragon-type gym." He smiled slightly. "I think it's okay if you let your dragon take over, Kiana. Just this once."

Kiana slowly crouched low to the ground, her tail laying down with her as her fangs slipped out and she growled deep in her chest. "Yes, Master."

The Salamence reeled when she was hit by the white streak of an Arcanine, Kiana bounding around for another pass only to be met with an opponent fully cloaked in energy. With a roar the Salamence intercepted the blitzing Arcanine, shattering Kiana's focus and sending her crashing into the arena barrier from the devastating strike. As she fell Kiana twisted, landing on her feet and letting her lips draw further back, her entire body tensing up as she reached for the rage she had first discovered all those weeks ago. When she lifted her eyes to the Salamence they were consumed, as lost as the Altaria's had been and with a deafening roar of her own Kiana charged.

The Salamence dove too, going for another strike, but Kiana just smashed straight through and as fear finally reached the Salamence's eyes she was blasted from the sky by the howling Arcanine to crunch against the barrier in front of Drayden and fall, unmoving, to the ground at his feet.

Drayden chuckled but didn't quip, just exchanging the unconscious Salamence for a Flygon that, once again, easily avoided the webs Cindy had laid and earned a nasty curse from Nicholas. "What was the point," he snarled to himself, only able to watch as Kiana, completely overcome by the energy she was channeling, went charging for the Flygon without any regard for the danger she was in. A quick gesture from the Flygon and the floor was rising up to smash into Kiana's face, easily finishing what the Salamence had started and knocking the Arcanine out. She was sent sliding across the ground from her momentum until Nicholas recalled her and considered his options.

He settled on Melody and released the Seismitoad back onto the battlefield she'd left just minutes before. "Melody, are you good to fight?" he called. "What happened back there?"

Melody grimaced and gingerly touched where the Druddigon's tail had impacted. For some reason it didn't hurt any more than she'd expect from taking a blow. "I… I don't know. Yes." She lifted her eyes to the hovering Flygon and raised her fists. "I can fight."

Nicholas was worried that the damage she'd already sustained would mean she wouldn't be able to withstand a blow from the Flygon but Melody chased that worry from his mind when she smashed her way through another blast from the hovering dragon and sent her tongue lashing out, catching the flying pokegirl by the leg and dragging her down with a panicked squawk to meet the Seismitoad's frozen fist. It wasn't enough, though. And Melody, to her shame, found herself collapsing as the Flygon's screaming voice shattered her eardrums and brought blood pouring down the sides of her head.

Nicholas let out his breath as he recalled the Seismitoad. He'd been down a pokegirl ever since Cindy had fallen. He'd hoped that having her gum up Drayden's pokegirls would have made some kind of difference, but he'd been stupid to think that. Dragons flew. It was what they did, and as evenly matched as this battle was it seemed as if that one mistake of a strategy was going to make the difference.

"Well," he called to Drayden, placing Melody's pokeball back on his belt in favor of the two he'd started this battle holding, "it would appear I have nothing but dragons left."

Drayden chuckled as his Flygon tried her best to stay in the air. Even if it hadn't been enough to take her down Melody had taken a sizable chunk from the sand dragon. "Let's see them, Nicholas."

"Ada!" Nicholas released the Serperior and gestured dismissively at the fading Flygon. "Clean her up."

Adalinda sneered, and this time she was more than fast enough to get in the Flygon's face before she could react. "Gladly," she hissed, the Flygon's screams cutting out as she was thrown from the sky by Adalinda's attack. FINALLY Nicholas watched Drayden replace the flying dragon with one that stood solidly on two legs. A Haxorus, who growled her displeasure as she appeared and was immediately fouled up by the webbing around her feet.

"Let's show Drayden what you are," Nicholas crowed, urging Adalinda forwards. "Full combo, Ada! Hit that Haxorus with the Serperior special!"

Adalinda snickered, falling back as she sent vines burrowing into the floor to kick up enough detritus to form her decoy. "I get what you're saying, but let's never call it-" she began, the clone starting to take shape when the Haxorus' eyes snapped up and focused entirely on the retreating Serperior.

Adalinda gasped in shock when the Haxorus lunged after her, energy breaking from the bladed tusks in the girl's mouth and combining into a glowing X that eviscerated her forming decoy in an explosion of burning leaves. She reacted quickly, hissing as she affixed the Haxorus in her glare and successfully managed to further slow the approaching juggernaut, but not enough to stop her. Adalinda screamed as a second blast cut into her, the energy easily slicing through even her thickest scales and sending a spray of blood across the entire arena. She crumpled, her consciousness flickering as the Haxorus stalked forwards to finish the job.

"Which is it going to be?"

Adalinda's fingers curled. The Haxorus was nearly upon her, energy already building along her tusks, when the Serperior's eyes snapped open. Nicholas hissed when he heard the noise, the pain, the very last vestige of Adalinda's consciousness rising in defiance of the Haxorus looming over her. The energy that erupted from her mouth was wild, ripping into the Haxorus unlike anything that had come from the Serperior before and it was only when the Haxorus lunged through to sink her claws deep into Adalinda's chest that the Serperior's attack finally stopped, her eyes going dim with her mouth still locked wide open.

Nicholas slowly recalled her. The Haxorus was bleeding from her entire body, Adalinda's parting gift to her. But she still stood. And all he had left… His fingers tightened on the pokeball. No. He couldn't think like that. She may be the newest addition to this harem but Silla had shown she deserved a chance. Fully evolved or not. It was time to see her worth as a dragon.

The Haxorus laughed. Reared back and laughed when a Deino materialized in front of her. "What are you doing here, little one?" she hissed, continuing to laugh as Silla's jaw set and she began to growl. "Do not worry," she crooned, the same energy that had broken Adalinda beginning to build. "I will make it quick."

"Always so unbelievably stupid."

The Haxorus paused, glancing down at the diminutive Deino. "Eh?"

"Look at you," Silla spat, lifting her head so that her bangs fell away to reveal her eyes, glowing with her anger. "Crippled. Barely able to move. And you think you can lecture me?"

"I will-" the Haxorus began, starting her strike, but Silla was correct. She was crippled. Drunk on her own superiority. Unable to recognize that the pokegirl she so readily dismissed… held her life in the palm of her hand.

Silla's fist crushed the Haxorus' nose, the energy building on her tusks snapping off as the larger dragon staggered back and took choking breaths that just turned into heaving coughs as she filled her lungs with blood. Silla did not pause. The Haxorus gagged, folding over the Deino's fist when Silla drove it deep beneath her ribs and now Silla's lips drew back, her small fangs glistening in the light as she screamed directly into the Haxorus' face. "I DID NOT FIGHT!" she screamed, her entire body beginning to bleed power, "I DID NOT SUFFER! CHASING MY PLACE! TO BE DENIED! BY ONE! LIKE! YOU!" With a roar the Haxorus was blasted away, leaving Silla to scream her fury at Drayden while he recalled his pokegirl's broken form.

"I couldn't have asked for a better ending!" Drayden yelled, triggering his last ball to release a pokegirl just like Silla onto the battlefield. Just like her… and just a bit more. The Zweilous' two heads twisted to stare at the enraged Deino and she immediately hissed back, trying to step forwards and tripping to fall into Cindy's web before she managed to rip herself free as she, too, began to bleed energy. "BUT TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE!"

"Not when those two heads are ensnared in a Galvantula's web!" Nicholas yelled back, clenching his fists so tightly that blood began to drip from his palm. "DO IT, SILLA!" he roared, even though he knew that the Deino couldn't hear him through her rage. "FINISH THIS!"

It was just the two pokegirls in the battlefield now. Neither held any care for anything but the other. In unison, Silla and the Zweilous drew their fists back. In unison, they roared, leaning in as they drove their strike for the other's chest. Time slowed. The two pokegirls inched towards one another. Inch. By agonizing. Inch.

A tiny strand of webbing that had caught on the Zweilous' arm stretched.

Silla's fist blasted through the Zweilous' chest, the other girl gurgling as she fell away, strands of Silla's neck fur snapping free and disintegrating in the raging energy surrounding the Zweilous' desperately grasping fingers. So close. So far. Silla herself stood strong, untouched, and watched the Zweilous fall, watched her come to rest in the webs a Galvantula had laid so very long ago. Webs which had made that imperceptible difference. She had won.

She had won. Over a mirror image of herself.

She had won.

Silla's roar grew in volume as the energy bleeding from her body surged. She was glowing, now. An evolutionary light as she stretched tall, her neck seeming to elongate before ripping down the middle.

Two heads were better than one, and so two heads is what Silla got as her changing body pulled her apart and a second skull slid into view. Two heads, atop two much more sinuous necks, above two thin wings which burst from the evolving Zweilous' back to curve out to either side. When the light faded it also revealed the lines of segmented purple that had intruded on Silla's uniform steely blue skin, each appearing from beneath the fur surrounding the base of her necks and running down her front to paint her breasts before curving back out of sight to either side of her groin, seemingly framing the Zweilous' mons.

Nicholas eagerly moved towards Silla, slowing when he saw what her heads were doing. The Zweilous' necks were twisting, bringing her heads around as they stared at each other, down at her body, back at different places on each, one staring at the other's ear while the second stared at the other's chin and both heads' lips moved, the words too quiet for him to hear… It was a bit dizzying to witness.

"Silla?" Nicholas called when he got closer and watched both heads turn towards him in unison. "How do you feel?"

"Fine," "Annoyed," Silla's heads replied, the first swiveling to growl at the second. "Well now I'm annoyed," the first sniped, getting the second to swivel and make a nipping lunge in response that the first retaliated to by whipping across and smacking the second with her neck. "OW!" the second cried, both climbing to stretch as tall as they could manage while they hissed at one another. "And you have no idea why I'm annoyed," the second sniped back, her head bobbling side to side as she mocked the first. "Ooh I'm so cool Weyrleader, look at me, I'm in charge, me me me-"

Nicholas had been slowly raising his hands as he listened to the chaotic argument and now his voice froze both heads in place. "ENOUGH." Silla's heads turned to stare at him as Nicholas growled softly. "Silla?"

"Yes?" the two heads chorused, immediately turning to begin bickering again. "He was talking to me!" "No to me!" "I-"

"I said enough," Nicholas hissed, silencing the two again. "Let's go one by one. Who are you?" he asked, staring directly at the first head.

It grinned at him. "I'm Silla!"

Before the second could butt in Nicholas had swiveled to it. "And you?"

"I'm Silla," the second growled. "This other one just popped out and started thinking herself in charge but she's not-"

"That," Nicholas interrupted curtly, "was not my question. Let's have a question for both of you." He turned so he was looking at both heads at the same time. "Who am I?"

Silence. The two glanced at one another for a few seconds before turning back to him. "You're… my Weyrleader," they replied together. "Aren't you?"

"Yes. I am," Nicholas replied, folding his arms as he gazed up at Silla. "And would you look at that. The two of you can agree on something."

"Well that's hardly a question," the first head started to grumble as the second bent down to blink at him. "You do know I'm really the… me, right?" the second whispered while the first was muttering to itself. "I'll force her to admit that I was here first if I have to but-"

"You're both you," Nicholas said to stop the second head's whispering. "Right brain, left brain. Us humans do it too. Just not as literally as this." He gave the second head a gentle flick on her nose that sent her recoiling away from him. "It doesn't matter which head was here first because neither of you were. Bickering and fighting will get you nowhere, Silla. Sometimes being stronger than yourself means taking a step back."

"But-" the second began, causing the first to shoot her a sideways scowl.

"No, no buts! Two heads, two minds, two parts of the single whole, and the sooner you realize that the better. For all of us," Nicholas snapped. "By the creator what have I gotten myself into with this dragon?" He groaned, rubbing his face when the peace lasted for all of five seconds before Silla's heads started sniping at each other again. "Drayden! Please tell me it gets better."

The gym leader was standing and watching Nicholas' ordeal while his chest shook with silent laughter. "Aye. She'll come around, the quicker with a proper Dragon Master to guide her. And once she does she will blossom into a proper Hydreigon." He jerked his chin to beckon Nicholas towards him. "Pop on over here, Nicholas. And put your Zewilous back in her pokeball. While I don't mind listening to her jabber I'd like to treat all of our pokegirls to a healing cycle while we talk."

"HEY!" Silla's heads both cried indignantly, the Zweilous whirling around without any issue and taking a step towards the still-laughing man while her hand came up to start waggling at Drayden. "I don't JABBER, you take that back-"

Silla dissolved into red, returning to the pokeball Nicholas was wearily holding out without him even having turned in her direction. "Talk," he groaned. "Good idea."

Drayden led him through hidden doors and hallways to a lounge that was not too dissimilar from the one in Brycen's gym, at least if that one had still been in one piece. Pretty similar in layout to the one he was remembering from Sabrina's gym, now that he thought about it. He'd spent a good amount of time there waiting for her to finish with challengers for the day. Form followed function he supposed.

"Let's get these girls back to full strength after that excellent battle," Drayden grunted, placing his pokeballs in one of the machines set up along the walls and gesturing Nicholas to do the same. "An incredible gift for pokegirls and humans alike, our technology. It's thanks to humans that our pokegirls can fight with their all, without reservation. It's thanks to them that we can be strong." He walked over to a nearby table once the machines were running. "That… The cooperation between humans and pokegirls is how Unova came to exist to begin with. When our two forces work together, when they are not at odds and apart."

Nicholas settled into his seat as Drayden found one of his own. "But Unova also came to be because of strife. Because the ancients were at odds with one another. Even though they had no reason to be."

"Yes," Drayden sighed. "And it is from that strife that what you seek was born. Or rather, where it was left behind. When the Lady… When Tirakan was rent apart, she was simply too powerful to peacefully die," he said quietly. "A creature, a pokegirl… a dragon… the first dragon?" He shook his head with a rueful smile. "The one from which all others would come? You have witnessed Her Lady Reshiram. Her Lady Zekrom. They are but miniscule fragments of what Tirakan was. Kyurem… Kyurem is what was left behind. Cold and hunger that forever yearns for what it has lost." He lapsed into silence. "Even still. It is a piece of Her. Why do you seek it?"

"Neo Plasma seeks to harness Kyurem's power and use her to conquer Unova," Nicholas replied. "I wish to stop them. She," he said, gesturing at where Fiona had placed herself unobtrusively behind him, "goes to stop what they seek."

Drayden blew air from his nose as his eyes traveled to the silent legendary and back to Nicholas. "Who's she."

"Fiona."

"I mean what."

"I am Keldeo, and my blade is Justice," Fiona replied before Nicholas could. Her eyes drilled into Drayden's. "Kyurem approaches, and all of Unova is to freeze before her might. I will stop her."

"I have dedicated my life to preserving what little remains of our Lady," Drayden growled softly. "Kept secrets from even our own clan. Myself, my family… members of an order dedicated to one, singular goal. We defended Her. Have always defended Her. All of her scattered pieces, no matter the cost. To ourselves… or to others. If you go to destroy Kyurem… I can not allow you to proceed."

"And how would Tirakan react if she learned of what you have done?"

Drayden's eyes darted back to Nicholas. "What?"

"The stories say how Tirakan was not torn apart by any violence, but by love," Nicholas said. "Her love. Her love for the King Harmonia, her love for his sons. Her love for the Vale, for its people, for humanity. For life. If some piece of her would rise after her death and doom the land she loved… How do you really expect she would respond? If she was here? Do you really think she would hesitate to strike herself down?" Nicholas folded his arms. "We came here from Eindoak Town. I met someone there. An old woman. We spoke of Kyurem. Of Tirakan. And she had a message for you. She said… it's time to make your choice." Nicholas and Drayden were staring directly at one another. "Which will it be, Drayden. Do you defend Tirakan's remains, what she has truly become, regardless of what that may be… Or do you do what you must to ensure the Original Dragon's ideals can survive?"

Drayden was silent, and Nicholas didn't press him, just gazing at the other man as he thought. The noise indicating the healing machines had finished broke Drayden from his stupor and he turned to look at them, standing after a moment and walking over to rest his hand on the one holding his pokegirls. "Come with me."

Nicholas retrieved his harem while Drayden shuffled some pokeballs around before following him back out the door, keeping silent as they walked. He could clearly see the conflict raging within the other man. His aura was surging, collapsing back on itself as it boiled from his body.

"In ages past, Kyurem killed… hundreds. Maybe thousands," Drayden said quietly as the small group emerged back into the main room of the gym, though this time Drayden began walking down a long staircase cut into the side of his statue. Nicholas saw each of the platforms that the challenger was meant to face an assistant on as they descended but right now without one to prepare for the tamers had gone on break. "A mindless beast. An uncaring force. An endless hunger, a yearning desire to be whole. She slumbers, now, but not without great sacrifice. For she holds the raw power of Tirakan within her empty shell. Over the years, we have searched for a way to return our Lady to life. Our search has led us across Unova. To every rumor, no matter how slight. And… we have made… mistakes. In our pursuit."

Nicholas said nothing.

Drayden came to a halt on the lowest platform of the statue, the tail that had been even with Nicholas when he'd first entered the gym. "I told you that we… I… have kept secrets, even from my own clan, yes?" Drayden asked in a whisper. "In respect for what you are, Nicholas. I will show you. Then, maybe you will understand some part of what I have done."

With a low, snarled roar Drayden slammed his hand against the tail of the statue behind them, his aura spiking as Nicholas recognized the Dragon Master doing what he'd done earlier to force the challenger's statue to rise. And similarly, this statue now fell. Lurched into motion and began moving down into the darkened pit until it came to a shuddering halt at the bottom.

"Body, mind, and soul," Drayden said as he stepped off the statue and began to walk between the towering stone spikes. "Three aspects of an individual's being. Tirakan broke into many pieces, but the greatest came from those three aspects. Her mind, broken in two to carry on her truth and ideals. Her soul, her… love… rent apart by the betrayal she suffered. Two sisters, twins, much like Reshiram and Zekrom. And her body. Empty. Left behind to form Kyurem."

"I'm familiar with the concept," Nicholas replied. "In Hoenn, Rayquaza used it to seal the primal titans Groudon and Kyogre. Their bodies, empty shells, entombed beneath the earth and sea. Their souls, entrusted to humanity. And their minds, imprisoned, with Rayquaza herself as their jailor."

"Rayquaza," Drayden murmured. "Yes, you are of the Draconid people, aren't you? The ones chosen by Tirakan's daughter."

"I am more than simply of them," Nicholas replied. "I stand as their Lorekeeper, and have even met the twins you spoke of but did not name. Latios and Latias. They stand beside Rayquaza now, did you know that? And so by extension stand with me. They were the ones the emerald dragon trusted more than anyone to assist her in guarding Groudon and Kyogre's resting places. When I learned what they truly were it all made sense."

Drayden blinked, giving Nicholas a glance before turning away again. "I knew you were held in high station, but that is… Then this is good. I can believe this secret will remain safe with you." He slowed as they were approaching what should be the approximate center of the room, at least from what little of the statues above him Nicholas could see. "For generations, my family has kept this hidden. Kept it safe." Drayden came to a halt in front of one of the spikes and reached out his hand, running it over the stone's surface. "For it is our hope. That our Lady may one day fly again."

A click as a large section of the stone surface raised. As the seal was broken Nicholas' breath hissed out of him, his eyes widening as he felt the energy that had begun leaking from whatever was hidden within this spike. When Drayden pulled to lift the hidden compartment's door away it was to reveal that the spike itself was hollow, and resting inside…

Nicholas was lost in the energy. It was somewhat similar to Reshiram's, somewhat similar to Rayquaza's, but so, so much more. Familiar. Just enough. Just enough for him to understand exactly what the oddly shaped red crystal sitting there had to be. "Is that her…?"

"Our Lady's very heart," Drayden replied quietly. "Do you have any idea the weight?" he asked, staring at the crystalline heart, and Nicholas could almost imagine that the energy emanating from it was coming in an imperceptibly faint rhythm. "To be the insignificant… to be the simple human, the single point on which such a being's resurrection may rest? Can you feel her?" he whispered, his hand drifting closer to the surface of the crystal as he stared deep within it. "Do you have any idea what I would do to see her live again?"

"Yes," Nicholas replied just as quietly, his eyes staring at Tirakan's heart but staring beyond it at the same time. "I do."

Silence. Drayden had paused as he processed Nicholas' response and eventually he turned to look at him. "Tell me," Drayden growled under his breath. "Convince me that you truly understand."

"Body. Mind. Soul," Nicholas replied. "I told you that I was familiar with the concept. And it's true, everything I said. But what I did not say is the price that was paid for Rayquaza to seal Groudon and Kyogre. I only told you that she stood as their jailor. And she did." Nicholas' eyes moved to Drayden's. "Her mind was all that was left to watch over theirs. For millennia. Her body, broken. Her soul… gone." Nicholas touched the tips of his fingers to his chest. "I found myself standing as you do. Before the last remnant of a glorious being. And I died. I gave everything, Drayden. I still remember it now. I fed Rayquaza's remnant my own self, body and soul, to replace what she had lost. I remember my own death. My obliteration as my essence was consumed by Rayquaza's own. And I remember facing the Creator herself as she smiled at me, and rewarded my sacrifice by allowing me to go on. The only reason I am able to tell you of this is that there was another, someone else willing to give everything to right the wrongs she had caused in her misguided pursuit of her Goddess' favor. Only by our Creator's interference did she take my place. Rayquaza lived again. To fulfill her purpose, and to be reborn. And the cost was greater than even she cared to accept."

Now it was Drayden's turn to be silent as Nicholas walked up and reached out to touch Tirakan's heart without any hesitation. "The price paid was but a single life," Nicholas whispered, basking in the energy emanating from the crystal. "A single devoted, who herself had made mistakes in her devotion to her lady. A flawed life, and one given willingly. But even that little was too high a price to pay." He turned to stare at Drayden. "If the loss of one flawed human life was too many for her daughter to accept, then how will Tirakan react when she learns of how many devoted and innocent have been lost in the name of her own resurrection?"

Silence fell once more, but it did not remain for long. Drayden's breathing was shifting. Growing heavier, quicker, as his face twitched and pain filled his eyes. "What have we done?" he asked in an agonized whisper, his fingers having curled back from the surface of Tirakan's heart as the weight of Nicholas' words crashed down upon him. "What have we done…?"

"What you thought was right," Nicholas replied quietly. "I do understand, Drayden. All too well. Especially standing here, feeling what once was…" He looked down at the crystal beneath his hand before pulling away. "I could easily fool myself into believing the ends would justify any means."

"There is a place. To the northeast of Lacunosa, where the earth splits," Drayden whispered. "The locals call it Giant Chasm. It's nearly impossible to reach on foot, and any attempting to fly over the mountains will only find empty, shattered cliffs, a featureless maze that saps their strength and will. Deep within that place… Beneath the largest of the craters, in the cracks and fissures there, Kyurem slumbers." His eyes slid shut with a tortured hiss. "I have made my choice. No more will suffer in our Lady's name."

Nicholas frowned. "There? You're sure?"

"What? Of course I am." Drayden turned to stare at Nicholas. "You knew of it already?"

"I sent my harem to scour the wilderness near Lacunosa days ago," Nicholas replied. "They told me that they'd found a strange, broken landscape that fit the resting place of a powerful eternal one perfectly. But that there was nothing there. Unnaturally still, caverns frozen over with ice, but empty."

"Empty? It can not be…" Drayden breathed. "There must have been some sign, even if they did not search deep enough-!"

Drayden's words were interrupted by a low rumble from above.

"What was…?" Drayden began, swiveling to look up towards the ground level as the faint sound of the observation windows rattling in their frames could be heard. "What's going on?!"

"Is there an earthquake?" Nicholas asked, catching himself when another tremor brought dust raining from above. "Do you get those here?"

"Master!" Kalmiya cried from his speakers. "The city, there are-! Explosions! It's-!" The Porygon-Z's voice grew shrill. "Neo Plasma! They're attacking Opelucid!"

"THOSE BASTARDS HAVE THE GALL TO COME HERE?" Drayden roared, and a blast of red light heralded the arrival of a Salamence, though this one was not the same as the one Nicholas had faced. She was much, much larger, and her eyes were much, much angrier. "THEY WILL REGRET STEPPING FOOT IN THIS CITY!"

"Attacking? What do you mean by-" Nicholas began, stumbling back when Drayden's Salamence grabbed her Weyrleader by his shoulder and blasted towards the ground floor with a single pump of her wings. "An attack like we saw in Castelia? Stealing pokegirls…?"

"No, Master!" Kalmiya screamed. "It's an organized… I can see, running through the streets, dozens of Neo Plasma, and their pokegirls are-!" She cut out with a shrill gasp. "That building is falling…!'

"I want everyone here, NOW!" Nicholas roared. "How could this be happening? I thought you and the International Police were monitoring Neo Plasma's mobilization, ever since we learned they were rallying under a new leader you promised me that the IP was taking action to crack down before an attack like this could become a reality!"

"I, I don't know," Kalmiya babbled. "They, they're scrambling, there had been minor attacks in… They were drawing attention away from the real target!" Kalmiya screamed, anger, frustration, it was rare to hear the Porygon-Z exhibit real emotion but Nicholas knew this was it now. "THEY TRICKED ME! WHO IS IT! WHO IS OVER THERE THINKING THEY'RE SMARTER THAN ME!"

"Handle it," Nicholas said curtly. "Get my harem here right now and handle it, Kalmiya. It's too late to regret things." He grabbed a pokeball from his belt. "JADE! GET OUT HERE!"

The Golurk materialized in between two spikes and had to push herself into the air just to find enough room. "Yes, Keeper!"

"We go to defend this city!" Nicholas turned to the compartment holding Tirakan's heart and slammed the door shut. "I want to be in the lobby of the gym and I want to be there NOW!"

"Hey-!" Cathy shouted, cursing when Jade grabbed Nicholas in her arms and jetted skyward. "Shit! Don't leave us behind, Nicholas! That damn-" she began, turning to Fiona, but the legendary was gone. Her sword had jumped into her hands and Fiona was sprinting for the statue they'd ridden down, her feet slamming into the steps as she climbed nearly as fast as Jade flew.

"Sonuvabitch," Cathy grumbled before she started jogging off in pursuit.

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POKEDEX UPDATED

Tamer: Nicholas Topolski

Badges:

Basic Badge

Insect Badge

Bolt Badge

Quake Badge

Toxic Badge

Jet Badge

Legend Badge

Harem:

Kiana, Arcanine (Alpha) – Level 49

Adalinda, Serperior – Level 50

Jade, Golurk – Level 49

Melody, Seismitoad – Level 49

Cindy, Galvantula – Level 48

Silla, Zweilous – Level 50

Non-Com Harem:

Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 35
Cathy, Miltank – Level 72