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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Unwritten (Chapter 2)
Pokémon Mystery Dungeon
Unwritten
Chapter 2: Promotion
Detail Rating: 3 (Barely Gruesome)
Day 5 (Day)
    Two days have passed since the expedition to Zara. Finally, the duo reached their destination. Luke was riding on Zack’s shell a fourth of the way due to him “spraining his ankle.” Zack knew this was an obvious lie, yet, he liked it when Luke rode on his shell. It made him feel useful, as well as important to the team. Luke didn't think this way. He was simply relieved to have been off of his legs for a full two hours. Upon entering the town, both of them noticed a large amount of Linoones and Furrets in sentry posts elevated high into the air. Most of the guild was made of wood. The walls were curved in towards the center of the guild, as well as the door itself. In fact, everything looked bent in symmetry towards the center of the guild. It was as if it was purposely built in the epicenter of an earthquake, and survived
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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon
Unwritten
Chapter 1: Research
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Day 1
“How many berries did we need Luke?”
“Erm… six Oran berries, I think.”
“Well I have four… and how many do you have?”
Luke was busy eating an Oran Berry. His obliviousness got the better of him as the Turtwig kept interrogating the Charmander for the thousandth time. Luke simply rolled his eyes and scoffed down the berry.
“Well now I have one Oran Berry, Zack.”
“Damnit Luke! We could've been done with this mission already!” The small turtwig exclaimed in a serious tone. He obviously wanted to get out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. Zack looked at the ground for the moment with a disappointed look on his face. Luke, of course, didn't even notice. He was busy thinking about what to fight next. The young feral always had it out for others who threaten him. His skill of flame control wa
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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon
Unwritten

Chapter 2: Promotion


Detail Rating: 3 (Barely Gruesome)



Day 5 (Day)

    Two days have passed since the expedition to Zara. Finally, the duo reached their destination. Luke was riding on Zack’s shell a fourth of the way due to him “spraining his ankle.” Zack knew this was an obvious lie, yet, he liked it when Luke rode on his shell. It made him feel useful, as well as important to the team. Luke didn't think this way. He was simply relieved to have been off of his legs for a full two hours. Upon entering the town, both of them noticed a large amount of Linoones and Furrets in sentry posts elevated high into the air. Most of the guild was made of wood. The walls were curved in towards the center of the guild, as well as the door itself. In fact, everything looked bent in symmetry towards the center of the guild. It was as if it was purposely built in the epicenter of an earthquake, and survived many of them in the process.

Luke wondered about the sentry posts. Why Linoones and Furrets? Why all the normal types? Immediately, a Staraptor flew in front of the duo upon nearing the guild door.

“Welcome. I assume you two have my package?” She asked. It was obviously female. The tone of her voice was smooth rather than sharp, and her pitch was ever-so-slightly higher than a male Staraptor.

Luke stepped forward and handed the pack to the Staraptor. She looked in the container to find five fire stones inside.

“Perfect.” She turned and opened the guild center door, revealing a dense population of Eevees.

“TEAM INCEND, REPORT NOW.” She demanded.

Five Eevees from the crowd immediately ran up front of the Staraptor.

“Yes?” The bigger Eevee of the pack answered.

“The evolution stones have been acquired.” The Staraptor put the stones back into the treasure bag and flung it to the lead Eevee, catching it with his mouth.
“You know what to do next.” She continued.

“Yes, sir.” All five Eevees ran into the side door of the guild.

“HEY WAIT!” Luke yelled, as the Eevee group left him empty-handed.
“My gem things…”

Zack thought this was a good time to start conversation. “So, who are you, exactly?” He directed towards the Staraptor.

“Name’s Arial. Yes, it's a pun, but it's a lot more fitting than ‘Stanley.’” She openly explained.

“Ah, makes sense. Are you… the gui-” Zack was interrupted by a sudden flash from the side room of the guild center. “What was that?!”

“Evolution of Team Incend. They were the five volunteers to help us endeavor the frigid winter. Oh, and yes, I'm the guildmaster currently.” Arial explained, while simultaneously answering Zack’s question.

“Oh, you are? Well, I hope you don't mind me asking why you need a separate room just for evolution.” He said with a mix of confidence and timidity.

“The brightness of evolution is annoying. I made a poll and the creation of the room won with a rockslide. If anything, I like not being blinded practically every week because of another's evolution.” She explained in an annoyed expression.

“Makes sense. And… one more thing. Your original name was ‘Stanley?’”

“Yes. My parents were idiots. They couldn't cope with the obvious fact of me being female, so the name stuck.”

“Huh…”

Luke was still on his knees, his rage building as he watched one bright flash after another, each a symbolism for a fire stone being used in the process. Eventually, five Flareons walked out of the evolution chamber, one with an obvious wound on its head.

“So, I suspect the evolution process went well?” Arial asked the lead Flareon.

“Yup, except Carly got a fire stone to the head, thanks to Brent.” He replied.

“I tried telling him that a fire stone takes time to work. Instead, he threw his fire stone at me in a fit of frustration, causing me to evolve and him to still be… Brent.”

“Oh come on! My fire stone was a dud! After grabbing another from the bag, I evolved instantly! How do you explain that, Carly?”

“I wouldn't want to waste my time arguing with a brick wall.” She retorted.

“...”

Luke stomped over to the lead Flareon with a pissed off face expression.

“I hope you know I got those gems fair and square! It is because of me you're all evolved!” He stated in anger.

“Well thank you for that.” The lead Flareon responded, obviously disregarding Luke’s point.

Luke went silent, as he expected an argument, and instead got a thanks out of it.

“Anyway, the group and I will set up fire posts around the settlement, then we will start distribution of torches and heat-lamps.” The lead Flareon continued to Arial.

“Good. I'll see you off.”

The group of Flareons ran out of the guild center and towards the sentry posts.
Luke was still pissed off as he usually was. Zack was in deep thought, thinking about his reward for all of his effort… which was a lot considering he carried Luke a fourth of the way.

“Anyway… we’re going to head back to Nero now.” Zack stated,walking in the direction they had came from.

Immediately, Arial stopped him from progressing with her enormous wing.
“I'm afraid I cannot allow that.”

“Huh?! But this was our assignment! We’ve finished the job, so why can't we leave?”
Zack said in a surprised and worried tone.

“You are now my guild members. Kierra transported you two to my guild. Thus, you are my property.” The Staraptor responded in a belittling voice.

Luke doubted this was true. He stormed up to the Staraptor and grabbed her wing, flinging it back at her and clearing the way for Zack to leave.
“Now listen here you piece of crap. We are NOT property. We simply came to help, and that we did, correct? I don't think we should listen to a pidgey-brained liar. Besides, where's the proof?”

Arial, pissed off at Luke’s insult, slapped Luke over the head with her wing, knocking him into the ground. She then used one of her large talons to pin him by the neck. Luke started gagging and gasping for air. Zack responded with a vine whip at Arial’s talon. She didn't even budge. This soon escalated into a fight between the trio.

“STOP IT YOU TWO. KIERRA SAID YOU WERE MINE. YOU ARE MINE. ” She shouted, trying to get her point across.

The battle lasted for a bit with Arial obviously winning, until a Pelipper came by with a treasure bag. Noticing the battle, it stood further away from where it had landed, hoping to not get involved. Arial saw the Pelipper before Luke or Zack. Luke, which had been biting on her wing in an attempt to burn it apart, was flung back by the sudden flick of it, knocking him into a wall. Zack became exhausted half-way through the battle, as none of his moves were doing anything against Arial herself. He laid on the sidelines, letting Luke do the work. Zack thought about Arial’s strength for a moment, realizing she is indeed much stronger than the Yanmega they had fought a while back.

“Ahem. Yes? What is it?” She said to the Pelipper after flinging Luke into a nearby wall.

The Pelipper hesitated, but managed to psyche himself up before responding. “I have a package- errr… treasure bag.”

“Who's it for?” Arial asked while simply blocking Luke’s childlike rage with her left talon.

“Zack Ardent.” The Pelipper answered.

Luke was about to launch a flamethrower at Arial before he was slapped, again, over the back of his head, causing the flamethrower to recoil into his throat. He then had a coughing fit, releasing black smoke from his mouth and nostrils. Zack was laughing in the background. He didn't care about the point of aggression anymore than his package and hopes to find a reason to their containment.

“That's me!” Zack said while chuckling a bit.

“Oh?” Arial commented.

“Turtwig with a Charmander partner, rookie, and… top resource collection ratio?” The Pelipper further questioned.

“All of the above!” Zack stated confidently.

“Well, here's your bag. I believe Kierra left something in there, so be sure to have a look.” The Pelipper looked at the sun’s position as he was talking. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“Will do! Thanks!” Zack responded.

The Pelipper left the bag on the ground and flew off quickly without a response to Zack’s appreciation. Zack then grabbed the bag and took a look in it, finding a letter with an Oran stamp on it.

      "I apologize for the lack of proper letter etiquette, but I forgot to inform you of Arial and I’s agreement in transferring you two to Zara. With the lack of missions springing up in Nero, I thought it would be more efficient if I put you and Luke someplace in accordance with your skill level. Consider this a promotion. However, this doesn't mean all ties between you and Nero are broken. Keep in touch with us about the safety and quality of Zara itself for statistical purposes. One more thing: don't let Luke write the letters to us. They always come in burnt or barely eligible. Take care!”

Inside the envelope was a Reviver Seed and 100 poké.

Luke finally got over his coughing fit. His eyes were tearing up from the burning sensation he felt in his nose. Smoke wasn't meant to come out of it, so the stinging pain was an annoyance to deal with.

“Aghhh…” Luke whined, holding his nose.

“Hey Luke! This is our official guild now! We’ve been promoted!” Zack yelled over to Luke.

“I've been trying to convince you two of our agreement the whole damn time…” Arial muttered.

“Wait… this is a promotion?” Luke asked. He had stopped rubbing his nose at this point.

“Yeah! Apparently, Kierra wanted us to work here because of the job difficulty. Zara’s jobs are apparently more difficult than Nero’s, and that quote unquote ‘matches our skill level.’” Zack explained.

Luke then turned to Arial. “Does that mean we get more of a profit?” He said out of greed. Luke was one to wish to be rich, and never obtain such a high value because of his greed and gambling problems. In fact, he bet all of Zack’s money in a weightlifting contest, only to lose it all at the same time.

“Depends on the mission you wish to do.” Arial started. “Simple retrieval missions only profit around 50 poké per mission itself. Then there are outlaw missions, which profit in 100 poké, and mob missions which give a hefty 500 poké award to anybody willing to clear out a monster house. There are other exclusive missions , but those will not be available until your later ranks.” She explained.

“500 poké for a monster house?!” Zack exclaimed. It was a lot more currency than he had thought.

“Hmph. I'd say we do five outlaw missions instead. It's easier to deal with.” Luke stated. Zack whipped around and gave notice that was to the seemingly extinct intelligent portion of Luke’s mind.

“Five is less than twenty, so I'll have to agree with that.” Zack reassured.

“...you two only think about efficiency, don't you? Forget the needy, the wanting, the poor, and let us only help others who pay us. Yes, because that's what defines a team. Money. All of it. You apathetic wimps.” Arial retorted in a sneer before continuing. “Before I was your age, I devoted myself to the needy with or without pay. My strive was that so as to help the poor and pathetic. You two on the other hand think of guilds as a job that is only positive in the aspect of getting paid. You’re the illusion of a heroic duo, covered by greed. It's time you learn to GROW UP. And that brings me onto the next piece of information I'm sure you two would absolutely love to hear.” She finished off her insults with a sarcastic tone.

Luke and Zack were hit with a tidal wave of guilt, stepping back a bit, thinking Arial would probably attack with even more vulgar language after becoming sarcastic.

“Missions are assigned, not freely chosen. In this case, I have already thought of three jobs that would be perfectly suitable for your team.”

Zack let out a sigh of relief. He thought he was going to snap at any moment if she kept going with her harsh insults.
Luke, on the other hand, thought Arial assigned outlaw jobs to the both of them. His outlook grew positive, until…

“And they are all item-retrieval missions.” Arial continued.

Luke nearly fell over in shock.

“WAITWaitwaitwait, hold up! How can I accept your demand of me doing an item-retrieval job if I STILL haven't gotten my treasure bag back?” Luke attempted to come up with an excuse.

“Oh, here. Give me a moment.” Arial went to the side room of the guild, and came back moments later with a half-incinerated bag. “I assume you mean this bag?”

Luke saw the bag’s condition and flinched, realizing it was not only useless now, but still supported his argument.

“Y-yeah! That… one…” Luke replied, looking slightly disappointed.

“Our resources department will make you a replica of this bag, but for now, you will rely on Zack to hold items.” Arial stated.

Zack suddenly felt a lot more important for once. He always saw himself as the underdog. “I'll do my best!" Zack declared confidently.

Luke was too busy being disappointed to notice Zack’s confidence.

“Your shifts start tomorrow at six in the morning. Your dorm will be in the back hall, door 2A. Hay beds have been prepared, and a desk provided. I will see you two tomorrow.” Arial then turned to Luke. “Do I make myself clear?”

Zack gave a swift nod, while Luke only responded with a disappointed look, arms crossed, and a slow nod.

“Good. See you two then.” The Staraptor then flew over to one of the sentry posts, away from Zack and Luke.

“I’ll get the dorm prepared. You can go look around if you wish.” Zack suggested.

“No need. I'm coming with you.” Luke responded.

“Alright.”

Zack and Luke went to their dorm in the back room of the guild center, preparing the room for a comfortable night.

Meanwhile

The Feraligatr was stacking up cages in the failure room. His fist once again hit the growlithe’s cage to suppress its crying. He held a caged pikipek and put it on top of the growlithe’s cage, leaving a fireproof blanket in between the two.

“Damn Gertrude… damn her to hell. She’s always saying I'm the cause of failures when she hasn't done jackshit. I conduct the experiments, I record the progress, and what does she do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” The Feraligatr kept muttering insults and slander under his breath.

He then noticed the cage with dust in it from a couple of days ago. He peered at it for a bit, having the impulse to open up the cage, but resisting it with ease.

“What are you?” He asked to the patch of dust, still sitting in its small, comfortable pile. Of course, it didn't respond.

“Hmph. Gertrude and her insane reasoning; saying you're alive .Bah, I doubt it. If you were alive, why don't you attack me? Say something? Breathe? Hear? You're dead, and there’s no reason as to why you're in here in the first place.” The Feraligatr confirmed. Though, in the back of his mind, he was still a bit suspicious of the dust itself.

“Uh… hello?” The voice was of the growlithe. He was finally able to build up enough confidence to actually speak.

The Feraligatr shifted his focus to the cage covered in the fireproof blanket.
“What is it, ya rat?” He asked.

“There… has been an awkward… stench coming from the… cage with dust… erm. It smells like a dead body.” He perked up.

“Oh, really? Ugh…” The Feraligatr went back to the cage with dust in it, and took a quick sniff.
“No. It smells like nothing…” he responded.

The Zorua, who was under the dust-cage, headbutted the obsidian ceiling of her own. Though, it didn't create that much of a budge, the force of it sprayed the dust upward from the cage, covering the Feraligatr’s face entirely.

“D-DAH.” He was surprised by the sudden movement of the pile of dust. The suspicion of it being alive only added to his fright.
“GIT IT OFF ME.” He started rubbing and scratching his face before inhaling a large portion of dust and choking on it. Suddenly he felt dizzy, and blacked out onto the ground.

“Elizabeth what now?!” The growlithe asked, unsure of how to get out of his cage.

“Er… I don't know! I honestly didn't expect this to work!” She remarked.

“WHAT?! We planned this for two days, and you haven't even come up with an escape plan like I told you to?!”

“No…”

The Feraligatr slowly got back up, recovering surprisingly quickly from blacking out. He spat out a bit of dust.
“Ugh… my head.” He complained.

“HE’S UP!”

“DAMNIT NO!”

The growlithe flung to the back of the cage, and Elizabeth, the Zorua, copied him.

“W-what's going on?” The Feraligatr asked, confused.

Both the growlithe and Elizabeth stayed silent out of fear.

“What are we hiding from?! Is he coming back already?!” The Feraligatr continued, seemingly having amnesia.

The growlithe looked out of his cage. He wasn't sure if the Feraligatr had amnesia or somehow swapped personalities entirely. “Erm… uhh…” He couldn't come up with something to say.

Elizabeth also walked to the front of her cage. Seeing the growlithe unable to come up with something to say, she decided it was best she spoke for him. “Uhh… are you… okay?” She asked with obvious concern.

“I… don't know. I just remember being stuck in a cage with dust. You two were planning something over the course of two days… and I tried talking to you, but nobody responded. I couldn't even get your attention.” He continued.

“There was just dust in the cage though. How were you trying to talk to us if you weren't there in the first place?” She put some of the pieces together, soon realizing whoever this was must've been the dust itself! After all, none of the other cages were empty, and the sudden personality change happened swiftly after the dust covered the Feraligatr’s face.

“Well you see- wait. I just realized I'm outside of the cage. And I'm blue. What the hell is going on anymore…” The Feraligatr sat right next to Elizabeth’s cage, dazed with confusion.

“That didn't answer my question… you said you were trying to talk to us this entire time, yet you were just dust. How can you attempt to talk to us when you don't have a mouth? Let alone eyes, or even ears, you were just dust!” Elizabeth was trying to confirm her theory.

“Well… I don't know. I still felt like myself. I saw my body, but it was oddly transparent. As soon as you flung the dust at the Feraligatr, I was flung into him simultaneously. It went black for a second, and now look at me! I’m a Feraligatr!” He explained, surveying his anatomy while doing so.

“Wait… you were blue and transparent? Sounds like a ghost to me…” The growlithe intervened.

“But wouldn’t that mean he… or she… which is now a he… erm. Anyway, wouldn’t that mean whoever this is could’ve just phased out of the cage and left us?” Elizabeth argued.

“Actually… I was stuck in the cage itself. Like… if I moved away from the dust, I would be pulled right back to it. It was if I was bound to it.” The Feraligatr confirmed.

“Could be similar to that Totodile’s bloodbinding problem? Perhaps he was bound to the dust?” The growlithe asked Elizabeth, gesturing his paw to the cage in the far corner of the room.

“It could be something congruent to it, if not similar. I don't know much about spirits or enchantments, but when I was revived, I hadn't mastered illusion. Now look at me! I’m illusionarily impaired! All of this is directly related to either our disabilities or our deaths!” She replied.

“When I was revived, my fangs became longer and the embers I emit are tangled with thoughts… I don't even know who's thoughts they are!” The growlithe stated.

“Atleast your wings weren’t shredded like mine! I don’t even know if I can fly anymore because of it.” The Pikipek from earlier exclaimed. His wings were slightly larger, but looked absolutely shredded. Even so, they were oddly symmetrical.

“Or forever bound to this stupid dagger! I oughta gut them for what they'd done to me.” The Totodile stated.

The seemingly soulless ratatta from earlier looked at Elizabeth and slowly nodded.

Many other failures agreed. A bulbasaur who’s bulb was bloomed before evolution. A blind spearow. An oshawott who couldn't draw his razor shell. A wartortle whose shell was cracked in half, but sealed with a shiny silver substance. Everyone agreed.

“Everything wrong with us was because of them! This experimentation has gone too far! ‘Time we show Gertrude who the true failure is!” The growlithe shouted.

“You! Whatever your name is, break the cages! Your muscles should be able to bend metal with ease!” Elizabeth directed towards the Feraligatr.

“Its obsidian-encrusted iron, but alright.” The Feraligatr took Elizabeth’s cage and placed it in his jaws, clamping down and snapping the front portion of the cage to pieces. “Name’s Samson, by the way. Died to incineration from a Typhlosion. I've always wondered why they're so territorial, then curiosity bit me in the ass.”

Elizabeth leaped out of the now-broken cage and onto the ground. “Thanks, Samson. You can work on the other cages while I stand lookout. Oh, and if you really want to know, I died from a damn Serperior. Those things are absolutely terrifying. My ribs were crushed, eye was slashed, and my jugular bitten through. They expelled me and I died bleeding out in the wilderness on my way back here, thinking my hometown was safe. I thought wrong.” She explained.

“I think that's relatable to all of us in a way, Elizabeth.” The growlithe reassured, before leaping out of the broken cage thanks to Samson. “I died of starvation out near the town border thanks to migration. I couldn't find a single prey in my territory, and stepping off my turf only meant death thanks to some feral Typhlosion clan. I had hoped someone would come along and bury me, but no, I was used as an experiment instead.”

“Did you happen to meet Galeo?” Samson asked the growlithe.

“You mean that small quilava trying to become a sentry? Yeah, he was nice, until Flare came along and sent me away with bite marks on my neck.” He responded.

“Flare? Ah yes, he’s the one who incinerated me back in the forest. His son, Galeo, is very kind-hearted, though!” Samson reassured, breaking open the cage of the Totodile with ease.

“I couldn't agree more! Galeo was fun to be around with, even if it meant being within the clan’s boundaries. He taught me the basics of survival, which helped a lot until the scarcity of prey came along…” The growlithe continued. Meanwhile, the Totodile had jumped out of his cage, hitting the ground with a small thud. Looking eager to join the conversation, he looked at Samson and the growlithe before asking permission.

“Mind if I explain me death as well? Seems like a-good time to do so, now that we’re all bringin’ up the topic.” He had asked.

“Of course!” The growlithe agreed.

“Don't see why you shouldn't.” Samson reassured.

“Alright. I died cause of this here dagg’r. Fuckin’ thief stabbed me right in the ‘eart and ran off with me stash of berries.” He said in a pirate-y accent. He started looking at his dagger, analyzing it from hilt to tip.

“Damn. That's quite inefficient if you ask me. Murdering for a stack of berries… who would do that? There are berries everywhere!” The growlithe responded.

“That’s why I think it wasn't just for me berries…” The Totodile retorted. The growlithe went silent soon afterwards, knowing it was a personal topic he didn't want to get into.

Meanwhile, Samson had opened the cage of the Ratatta, Pikipeck, and a few other failures.

The Ratatta remained silent, while the Pikipeck told his scenario before his demise. “I flew into a tree. My neck broke instantly. I honestly should've listened to my mother when she told me not to fly at night, but hey, the forest is beautiful at that time!” he admitted, converting from a disappointed tone to a happier, upbeat voice.

“Well, it's a good thing you had a positive moment before your passing. I wouldn't want to die in vain. Wait… what is starvation classified as, anyway? I would assume between a positive and negative outlook, considering I didn’t pass to an enemy or fulfill my task… whatever that was.”

Samson had finally broken the cages of all the failures, allowing them to freely move around in the confined room. Meanwhile, Elizabeth had watched the hall in case of Gertrude. Noticing the coast is clear, she turned to the crowd of failures.
“Listen up! Tonight, we prove ourselves to our greatest extent! Those who doubt themselves will only be Mareep to the slaughter, understand? We are not coming back for anyone, which is why it is IMPERATIVE we stick together! Everybody ready?!”

Everybody nodded at once, itching to get out of the wretched facility.

“Let’s go! Tonight is the night of liberation!” She yelled triumphantly.
Chapter two of Unwritten is in the process of being revised at the moment. Expect it to be published this week! I'm currently drawing a grumpig juggling apples as well, which has its outline almost finalized. The Snivy evolution tree will be put on hold until the week after, or until I get around to it. Whichever comes first.

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon
Unwritten

Chapter 1: Research


Detail Rating: 6 (Slightly gruesome)



Day 1

“How many berries did we need Luke?”
“Erm… six Oran berries, I think.”
“Well I have four… and how many do you have?”

Luke was busy eating an Oran Berry. His obliviousness got the better of him as the Turtwig kept interrogating the Charmander for the thousandth time. Luke simply rolled his eyes and scoffed down the berry.

“Well now I have one Oran Berry, Zack.”

“Damnit Luke! We could've been done with this mission already!” The small turtwig exclaimed in a serious tone. He obviously wanted to get out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. Zack looked at the ground for the moment with a disappointed look on his face. Luke, of course, didn't even notice. He was busy thinking about what to fight next. The young feral always had it out for others who threaten him. His skill of flame control was penultimate to that of a Heatran, but his inadequate temper gives him the impulse to try more than knockout his opponent. Zack was different. He had empathy for the weak and pathetic. His outlook was from many points of view rather than just one. However, he is more demanding to the others. Zack was always very finicky. His cunning was that of a weavile, and only equal to his demanding nature. Luke is the only Pokémon he knows that can actually cope with such a nuisance, and Zack knows, as well as upholds this fact.

Zack lifted his head. “You know… it's starting to get dark.” He stated.
“Oh wow… like I needed a detective to inform me of that. "Luke retorted.
“Well, we can always use one of your wisp thingies if it gets too dark.” Zack replied in a positive attitude.
“Of course! What, do you THINK i’m going to do, just waltz around in a blanket of darkness? Heck, anything could jump us if we did that. Of course, whatever it is would get a burn they would never forget… or I just gouge out their eyes like the last Yanmega we fought.” Luke explained in a dark, yet somewhat cheerful voice.

The thought of that event caused Zack to shiver a bit. Never had he seen a small animal such as that one Charmander tearing out the eyes of a Yanmega. He said it was out of self defense. Was it really that? By the time the gouging occurred, it was already on the ground in flames. Zack, of course, didn't want to question Luke on that because of the intimidation he felt standing even thirty feet away from him. His presence was that of a negative passion; a rose with thorns. Those he met were charmed by him, but later found out the feral personality that engulfed Luke himself.

“Anyway- hey look an Oran Berry!” Zack tipped his leaf in the direction of the berry, located at the top of a small bush.
“MINE!” Luke exclaimed as he jumped into the bush, setting it alight as he grabbed the Berry. He almost bit into it before Zack stopped him with a quick whip of his vine.
“Excuse me, but I believe we had a mission to submit, Luke.” Zack stated.
“But… fine. I get it.” He threw the Oran Berry back into his treasure bag. Meanwhile, the flames from the bush were slowly absorbed by Luke’s skin, giving him an orange glow.
“Anyway, how about we start heading back in time for dinner? I’m starving…” Zack complained as his belly growled.
“You're a grass type, Zack. You just need sunlight is all.” Luke reminded Zack.
“But us grass types usually eat berries and apples because they store the exact same nutrition we produce when photosynthesising.” Zack replied.
“Why can't you just photosynthesi- oh.” Luke had realized night had fallen on the duo, preventing the use of photosynthesis entirely.
“Mhm…” Zack gave Luke a flat stare.

With that, Luke reluctantly followed Zack through the dungeon that was Oran Forest and started their usual journey back home. Their source of light was Luke, as he kept glowing from the use of his Flash Fire ability. Halfway home, Zack noticed something different about the road. A huge crater had indented the side of the path they were walking on. There wasn't a foreshadowing noise or sight of it before it hit the ground, as it was still smoldering, and the land it had impacted was still fresh. Zack examined the crater with suspicion of another one of Kierra’s stories… about a sudden meteor strike that would change the world for the better, or the one about Deoxys falling from the sky from a meteor itself, or the tell-tale sign of a recent meteor shower. Whatever it was… it was definitely a meteor. There was a huge rock in the middle of the crater that looked exactly like a meteor. Luke told Zack to stand back, as he didn't want him to get burned. Luke simply walked into the crater and on top of the meteor. He peered through the holes, finding nothing but a few purple and orange crystals. With that, he took a few loose crystals and a rock sample.

“What are these crystals?” Luke asked, holding up an orange Crystal towards Zack.
“Dunno. They seem valuable though… Perhaps we could sell them?” Zack suggested.
“Well, they're shiny, and I like shiny, so you can keep these purple crystals instead.” Luke commanded. He put the purple crystals into Zack’s section of the treasure bag.
“Kierra said something about meteors in a few of her stories. We should ask her about them before we even decide to make a profit.” Zack suggested, rethinking his last plan of putting the crystals into the market.
“Good idea. We’ll do it in the morning. I'm tuckered out, and I'm sure Kierra is too.”

The duo headed for the guild they called Home. The center of the guild was quiet. Nocturnal Pokémon of the guild can be heard finally waking up, and a few Murkrow flew into the center. From there, Luke and Zack went to their dorm. Luke put the bag under the desk in the corner of the room, along with a slightly burnt notepad and pencil, both belonging to Zack. The duo went to sleep on their hay-made beds.



DAY 2

Waking up was a great weakness for Luke. He always felt like sleeping in and being lazy until exactly twelve o’clock. Zack, on the other hand, was in the guild center, photosynthesising near a tree. The center was a beautiful marble circle with a giant statue of the guildmaster himself on it. The Flygon was extremely aged, but his strive for control and equilibrium within the guild remained a vibe that everyone else could feel just by looking at the statue itself. His second in command, a Serperior, was always spying on the center, even if you didn't think he was there. Of course… he was a force to be reckoned with. Zack remembers the time a Zorua attempted to smuggle illegal items into the guild. It ended with fang marks in the neck, broken bones and ribs from the constriction, and a slash mark on her right eye, not to mention expulsion from the guild entirely.

It's here where we are a team.
A team that protects and delivers justice for those with a dream.
Those who go against us will have honor in their deaths.
And those who try to denounce our name will find their last breath.
Of course, we appreciate the code us citizens uphold.
As everybody is deemed innocent until foretold.

Zack kept reminding himself of the guild’s motto. He recited it when boredom became an interest. He had nothing to do except…

“Oh! The crystals!”

Zack quickly went to his dorm, grabbed the bag containing both the purple and orange crystals, and headed off to Kierra’s den.
Luke, of course, was still sleeping; his snout against the floor and his tail stuck in an upward position with his belly on the ground. It looked as if he was his own little lamp post.

Zack rushed through the center and into part of the woods, where he encountered Kierra, the oldest Ninetales he's ever known… that is, she was the only Ninetales he knew. Kierra was third in command and ran the Intelligence and Research committee at the guild. Being over eight-hundred years old, she knew practically everything around the guild. Kierra easily noticed Zack rushing over with his heavy steps and gasping.

“What's the rush Zack? Someone mess with the chemistry sets again? Thought I put them in the quarantine closet-”

“No no no, that's not why I'm here.”

Zack threw the bag in front of Kierra, releasing a variety of Orange and Purple crystals.

“Me and Luke-”

“You mean ‘Luke and I?’” She interjected in her usual regal tone.

“...Yeah… we found these crystals. Do you know anything about em?”

She floated one of the orange crystals near her eyes. Examining it closely, she realized this wasn't just a crystal, but a fragment of an evolutionary stone.

“It's a fragment of a fire stone.” She explained.

Zack knew what a fire stone was, but had no idea what a fragmented fire stone was capable of.

“So… it's useless?” Zack assumed, a tad disappointed.

“Not necessarily.”

Kierra threw the fragment onto the ground with her psychic and smashed it. The fragment turned into dust. She then picked up the powder and set it alight.

“Evolutionary stones are extremely powerful. Fire stones, for example, burn eternally. The fragments burn for slightly less than an eternity… perhaps around a few millenniums or more. You just need to pulverize them first, which is easy to do by crushing it with your foot.” Kierra explained. She then condensed the powder and absorbed the flame radiating off of it.

“Where exactly did you find fire stone remains in the first place?” She questioned while taking a look at the purple fragments.

“Well, we were coming back from Oran Forest when we stumbled upon a meteor-” Zack was interrupted yet again by Kierra.

“Ahem, I think you mean ‘meteorite.’”

You are really starting to annoy me… Zack thought.

“That's my job. Seems I'm still as well as I used to be.” Kierra telepathed to Zack.

“Anyway, we found it in a meteorite back on the path to Oran Forest. So… yeah.” Zack explained, ignoring what Kierra telepathed.

“Right, that makes sense. These are… rare fragments. These purple fragments are speckled like moon stones, but are as dark as dusk stones. I think this may be an exceedingly rare hybrid evolution stone. It works like both a dusk and a moon stone.” Kierra explained.

“So… it's useful?” Zack asked, his eyes shining with hope.

“More than useful, really. It's an antique. It's not meant to be used, but instead it should be preserved.” Kierra explained.
“However, these are just fragments. I need the full stone to actually use it, otherwise it's useless.” She continued.

“Damnit. Well the meteorite is over at the path halfway until you hit Oran Forest. You can't miss it, trust me.” Zack reassured.

“In that case, I’ll need to get some supplies from my den before heading out. Thanks for sharing this with me Zack. Mind if I keep the fragments for research?”

“I don't mind at all.”

“Good. You can see yourself out on another mission now. I'll do the hard work that is research.”

“Thanks Kierra!”

Zack continued back to the town center after emptying the treasure bag full of crystals in front of Kierra.

Upon entering the square, Zack noticed Luke running at everybody as if he were an electrike. He kept asking the same question over and over again to his victims.

“Have you seen a treasure bag?! It's small and has a bunch of shiny gems in it!” He questioned.

“If that were the case, I'm hunting for that bag! How-wee, that's gotta be a lot of moola soon to be mine!” One of the murkrows jested.

Of course, Luke wasn't joking, especially after launching a fireball at the murkrow, setting its tail-feathers alight.

“AH- MY FEATHERS! I JUST HAD THEM GROOMED! YOU PIECE OF SHIT. WHAT WAS THAT FOR??” The murkrow exclaimed.

“Lay a feather on that bag and I'll personally skin you alive.” Luke sneered at the murkrow. His face expression changed from a serious look to a sinister expression getting to the end of his sentence.

The murkrow went silent, shaking in fear.

Luke saw Zack enter the center of the guild. He immediately ran up to him.

“Have you-”

“Yes.”

“So where-”

“With Kierra.”

“Why-”

“Because the fragments are useless…”

“Oh.” Luke said in a disappointed tone. “That sucks…”

“Anyway, how about we just do some missions for today, alright? We’ve got to wait for Kierra to finish her research anyway, so we gotta kill time somehow.” Zack suggested.

“Alright fine… I'll follow.” Luke responded, still disappointed. He didn't care about the research. All he wanted were his orange ‘shiny stones’ back. He thought he earned them fair and square. Besides, he thought they would make some great accessories if he wore them like a brace or a glove… until they were deemed useless, that is.


Meanwhile

Test Log 3.1

    Subject’s heart stopped four days ago. Carried the corpse onto the examination table. From there, we confirmed the victim’s status: deceased. There were severe cuts and scratches across his belly, as well as for the rest of the abdomen. Face was in mint condition. Both arms had a few cuts, still bleeding out a bit, even after four days of being dead. Conducted experimental revived seed remedy on test subject.

Source of Death: Extreme Laceration across the belly. Heart pierced with a dagger.


Test Log 3.2

    Test subject’s wounds were healed after the course of ten days. Left the dagger in his heart to prevent faulty regeneration; we shall remove it later. Today, we have a heartbeat recorded from the subject. The dagger, however, had a pristine red glow to it. Doing research as is.

Source of Revival: Reviver-Seed remedy enchanted with a Revival Orb


Test Log 3.3

    Test subject woke up feeling rejuvenated. The dagger had not caused any bleeding, until it was pulled out by the test subject. Upon removal, the wound in his heart instantly regenerated, but had strange black marking similar to stitches. When we had entered the room, the test subject was frightened. He threw the dagger at one of us, completely missing. However, the stitches on his heart slowly faded one by one, resulting in a slight bleed that escalated into near gushing of blood. Medical tools did not work to sew the skin back together, as they had simply bent upon interaction with it. One of the surgeons brought the dagger back to the table. Coincidentally, the wound sealed up as if the tearing never happened.

Hypothesis: The dagger is a limit to the test subject’s life, as it controls the stitching around the heart. If moved away from the test subject, the wound slowly opens until brought back. This is obviously another failed experiment.

Position: Failure. Dispose of Quickly.

Side Note: This proves the removal of weapons from the body should be done beforehand, otherwise it will result in a bloodbound curse towards the weapon the victim had died to. In this case, our test subject was impaled with a dagger, thus bloodbinding the dagger to him.

Universal Revival Salve Experiment 6: Fraden Guild Infirmary



Day 2 (Night)

Zack was heaving an enormous pile of apples on top of his back shell. Making it to the guild input, he left the bag there for inspection. Luke, at the same time, came in eating a Sitrus Berry from his bag of berries. He didn't really care all too much about respect. With that, he flung the bag onto the ground. A pansage documented the input of resources regularly. Inspecting the bag of apples, he checked off Zack from the list of resource gatherers. The pansage then looked at Luke’s bag of berries, which held quite a variety. Of course, half of the bag was burnt in the process of the expedition.

“Remind me to get you a fireproof bag next time…” The pansage said to Luke.

“Will do.” He responded with his mouth filled with a Sitrus Berry.

“And one more thing-” The pansage turned to the Turtwig, “-with the apple yield you have, the guildmaster agreed to my request in giving you a proper treasure bag. Now, you have two choices: an adventurer’s bag, or a transport bag.”

Zack’s eyes shone with glee, until he was hit with the decision.

“What's the difference?” He asked.

“Well, the adventurer’s bag holds around thirty items, but prevents you from carrying anything on your shell. Say Luke wanted to hitch a ride, he wouldn't fit on top of your shell… so that's that. The transport bag holds less items, but allows the riding of others on your back shell. It's a great support bag in case of injury or paralyzation of the such.” The pansage explained.

Zack thought about it for a moment before making up his decision. Luke does get tired after awhile of walking, so the transport bag seems like the best choice.

“I'll take the transport bag.” Zack stated in an honorable tone.

“Noted. The bag will be mailed to your dorm tomorrow. It has to be sewn and reinforced in the resource management department before being shipped, of course. It could be a tad late, so please don't hope for it to be there right as you wake up.” The pansage explained.

“Thanks!” exclaimed Zack in a now ironically cheerful voice.

“Lucky…” said Luke in a jealous tone. He had to do a few missions just to get his rookie treasure bag. Why does Zack get it after only two missions?



Day 3 (Day)

Before six o’clock, a Chatot had run into the center of the guild with his bell and mallet. Being a newbie at doing rollcall, he hit the bell softly, thinking everybody else was used to its sound and thus waking them all up at once. The nocturnal gang of the guild went back into their dorms, as usual. Eventually, after a few minutes, the Chatot became frustrated by the lack of activity according to his bell ringing, and simply flew up to a nearby tree and flung the bell into the ground, resulting in a cacophonous chime only bearable to the deafened.

Zack immediately sprang up from his bed, and Luke had readied an ember at the door once hearing the awful screech of the bell. Nobody came. Luke spat out the ember on the ground and snuffed it out in a huff.

“Rollcall… and this time the rookie decided to take the job.” Luke said with a slightly disappointed, yet annoyed tone.

“I'm up…” Zack said, ruffled a bit from the bell’s ring.

“Head out to the center, I’ll meet you there.” Luke commanded.

Within that moment, Zack ran out of the room and to the guild center. A massive amount of guild members crowded the guild center, chatting and mumbling amongst themselves. The rookie Chatot, perched on the tree, had lost his grip and fell into the crowd, drowning in a sea of the guild’s population. Meanwhile, a Flygon started to make way towards the center statue, along with a Serperior, and Kierra. The Flygon simply perched on top of his statue as a sign of authority, while the Serperior had swiftly slithered to the left of the monument. Kierra was at the right, grooming her paw. Luke came out soon after, rubbing his eyes a bit.

“NOW THEN.” The Flygon shouted, startling everybody into an abrupt silence.

“I'm sure everybody is concerned with the current status of the guild system, and it is my duty to announce said statuses, while also rebalancing and transporting members to the guilds marked as ‘significant.’ Kierra, being the leader of research, and Markus, having full control over our communications, have successfully mapped out a decisive route for each group who shall be transported. First, I shall announce the guild statuses, then we will get a move on from there.”

The Flygon pulled out a paper from his treasure bag.

“Darson: Safe. Tyran: Safe. Ghardill: Safe. Histran: Safe. Zara: Safe. Lilen: Euclid. Saffron: Euclid. Fraden…”

The guildmaster paused, squinting to read what he had believed as untrue.

“Keter?! Impossible!”

The entire guild practically gasped at once. The Flygon had turned to his Serperior second-in-command.

“What's the meaning of this?!” He yelled to the Serperior.

“Communications were cut off entirely. Two guild members were killed en route to Fraden itself. Plausible reports of experimentation upon its own residents has been confirmed by both the Saffron and Lilen guilds. Transport outside of Fraden has also been cut off entirely. This not only is in violation of multiple pact codes, but also allows us to wage war upon them at will. Lilen and Saffron have both agreed on a treaty to form an Allied power against Fraden, and ask of you to consider volunteering in their self-defense effort.” Said Markus in a serious tone.

“The decision is obvious. We’re joining Saffron and Lilen with their so-called ‘Allied Power,’ as long as it pressures Fraden to contemplate their decisions for the better.” The guildmaster demanded.

“As you wish, Hamilton.” Markus bowed and scurried back into the guild.
Kierra stood completely still to the right of the statue.

“Kierra, take care of the team division and transportation. I need to attend a more important scenario.” Hamilton flew into the guild in search for Markus.

Kierra easily remembered Hamilton’s speech from top to bottom. The guild was in a mass conversation.

“Guys.” She said calmly. The guild, of course, did not respond.

“GUYS.” She sternly yelled, with little to no success.

“That's it…” Kierra emitted a piercing sound through her telepathy, causing the guild members to fall to their knees.

“THE HELL IS THAT?!”
“MY EARS…”
“I CANT HEAR ANYTHING.”
“MAKE IT STOP…”

After a while, Kierra stopped emitting the sound, causing everybody else to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Now then, I believe it was my turn to speak." She announced.

“Xavin, Rai, you two head to the Lilen guild. Fay, Phil, you head to Saffron and discuss the defensive plans the guild has enforced. Zack, Luke, you two have a special assignment in Zara.”

Luke and Zack immediately ran up to Kierra.

“Sprecial assignment?!” Zack exclaimed happily.

“And what exactly are we doing that's so special? " Luke asked.

“I have gotten enough shards to create five fire stones from the meteorite. Zara has had a large amount of Eevees ever since the forest fire. A lot of the Eevees are from said forest fire, and due to overpopulation, and the upcoming winter, there will be many losses if they cannot maintain their heat. Five volunteers had contacted me via Pelipper to send over the fire stones ASAP, so I'm sending you over while I do some conductive research on Fraden.”

“Consider it done!” Zack replied eagerly.

“As long as I get my stones back, I'm all in.” Luke stated.

“Good. Head to the crossroads north of the guild, and from there, head east. Zara should be directly on the path.”

Luke and Zack head to the crossroads with Luke’s treasure bag, as well as the fire stones held within. From there, they headed east.

Of course, Kierra was surprised with the coincidence of Zack’s treasure bag arriving from the resources department as soon as he had departed. A small pansage holding a saddle-bag up to Kierra.

“Bag’s done! Now, where’s Zack’s dorm again? I was sure you would know because of your time here at the guild, Kierra.” The pansage cheerfully assumed.

“Change of plans: you're going to leave that at the delivery center and mark it for its arrival at Zara.” She quickly demanded.

“Will do!” The pansage quickly ran off to the guild, and from there, to the delivery center.


Meanwhile

“How's the experimentation going? Any success?”

“Well… yes and no. We revived a Totodile stabbed in the heart earlier, but the dagger became bloodbound… resulting in a failure. The experiment before him simply resulted in instant revival, then the test subject spontaneously turned to dust. The revival part is succeeding, but it never goes without a hitch.”

“You're keeping the failures in obsidian cages, correct?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Lead me to them. I want to see the other ‘hitches’ for the first few test subjects.”

“Alright.”

The duo headed out of the room and made their way into a large, reinforced chamber.

“Fifteen cages so far. At least the experiment progress is being logged.”

“Indeed.”

She looked around the cages and saw multiple failures with different disabilities. The Totodile holding his dagger close to his chest, a Ratatta with soulless white eyes staring at her without blinking once, a Zorua stuck between disguises, and many more.

“Hmmm… none of them seem indirectly useful…”

“Well, there's this growlithe who seems slightly useful.”

She looked in the cage with the growlithe. It was shaking, and crying a bit. Her partner rattled the cage with a swing of his fist.

“KEEP IT DOWN. It's inspection time!”

The growlithe was still startled, but the crying had stopped. He sat in the corner, still shaking. His pupils were blood red, and fangs slightly longer than usual.

“Now, use ember.”

The growlithe hesitated, but shot an ember from out of its cage. Rather than the normal red flame it usually spat, the flame was blue, and it hindered in the air a while before dissipating.

“Record states his mother was a Vulpix and the father was another Growlithe. Disgusting. If anything, his blue flames yield interesting properties.”

“And what's that, exactly?”

“Whispers… faint ones… and they're slightly hotter than the usual flame of a fire type.”

“Whispers? I don't care about power, just progress.”

She looked at the growlithe and asked in a kind voice,”May you use ember once more, please?”

The growlithe grew calm. It flew another ember out of the cage. This time, the ember stayed a whole minute before dissipating. She heard faint whispers from the flame during its lifespan.

“Wrong… it's… wrong… I created them, and I end it all. Why do they strive? Why? It's all wrong… wrong…”

“Hmph.” She let out a cold sigh.

“We found him dead under a large oak tree. Starvation got the better of him, and we found a pile of pidgey bones next to his corpse. His last meal was a pidgey.”

“I'm not sure what that was… but it's against us, that's for sure. Isolate the growlithe for now. We can't have him in our line of sight. Whatever it is… it's learning.”

“On it.” With that, he covered the cage in a fireproof cloth. The growlithe started squealing and crying once again.

After a few cages, she noticed one with a pile of dust in it. This was obviously the test subject before the Totodile. Oddly enough, she still felt as if something alive was in that very cage before leaving for her next victim.
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Unwritten (Chapter 1)
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“How many berries did we need Luke?”
“Erm… six Oran berries, I think.”
“Well I have four… and how many do you have?”

Luke was busy eating an Oran Berry. His obliviousness got the better of him as the Turtwig kept interrogating the Charmander for the thousandth time. Luke simply rolled his eyes and scoffed down the berry.

“Well now I have one Oran Berry, Zack.”

“Damnit Luke! We could've been done with this mission already!” The small turtwig exclaimed in a serious tone. He obviously wanted to get out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. Zack looked at the ground for the moment with a disappointed look on his face. Luke, of course, didn't even notice. He was busy thinking about what to fight next. The young feral always had it out for others who threaten him. His skill of flame control was penultimate to that of a Heatran, but his inadequate temper gives him the impulse to try more than knockout his opponent. Zack was different. He had empathy for the weak and pathetic. His outlook was from many points of view rather than just one. However, he is more demanding to the others. Zack was always very finicky. His cunning was that of a weavile, and only equal to his demanding nature. Luke is the only Pokémon he knows that can actually cope with such a nuisance, and Zack knows, as well as upholds this fact.

Zack lifted his head. “You know… it's starting to get dark.” He stated.
“Oh wow… like I needed a detective to inform me of that.” Luke retorted.
“Well, we can always use one of your wisp thingies if it gets too dark.” Zack replied in a positive attitude.
“Of course! What, do you THINK i’m going to do, just waltz around in a blanket of darkness? Heck, anything could jump us if we did that. Of course, whatever it is would get a burn they would never forget… or I just gouge out their eyes like the last Yanmega we fought.” Luke explained in a dark, yet somewhat cheerful voice.

The thought of that event caused Zack to shiver a bit. Never had he seen a small animal such as that one Charmander tearing out the eyes of a Yanmega. He said it was out of self defense. Was it really that? By the time the gouging occurred, it was already on the ground in flames. Zack, of course, didn't want to question Luke on that because of the intimidation he felt standing even thirty feet away from him. His presence was that of a negative passion; a rose with thorns. Those he met were charmed by him, but later found out the feral personality that engulfed Luke himself.

“Anyway- hey look an Oran Berry!” Zack tipped his leaf in the direction of the berry, located at the top of a small bush.
“MINE!” Luke exclaimed as he jumped into the bush, setting it alight as he grabbed the Berry. He almost bit into it before Zack stopped him with a quick whip of his vine.
“Excuse me, but I believe we had a mission to submit, Luke.” Zack stated.
“But… fine. I get it.” He threw the Oran Berry back into his treasure bag. Meanwhile, the flames from the bush were slowly absorbed by Luke’s skin, giving him an orange glow.
“Anyway, how about we start heading back in time for dinner? I’m starving…” Zack complained as his belly growled.
“You're a grass type, Zack. You just need sunlight is all.” Luke reminded Zack.
“But us grass types usually eat berries and apples because they store the exact same nutrition we produce when photosynthesising.” Zack replied.
“Why can't you just photosynthesi- oh.” Luke had realized night had fallen on the duo, preventing the use of photosynthesis entirely.
“Mhm…” Zack gave Luke a flat stare.

With that, Luke reluctantly followed Zack through the dungeon that was Oran Forest and started their usual journey back home. Their source of light was Luke, as he kept glowing from the use of his Flash Fire ability. Halfway home, Zack noticed something different about the road. A huge crater had indented the side of the path they were walking on. There wasn't a foreshadowing noise or sight of it before it hit the ground, as it was still smoldering, and the land it had impacted was still fresh. Zack examined the crater with suspicion of another one of Kierra’s stories… about a sudden meteor strike that would change the world for the better, or the one about Deoxys falling from the sky from a meteor itself, or the tell-tale sign of a recent meteor shower. Whatever it was… it was definitely a meteor. There was a huge rock in the middle of the crater that looked exactly like a meteor. Luke told Zack to stand back, as he didn't want him to get burned. Luke simply walked into the crater and on top of the meteor. He peered through the holes, finding nothing but a few purple and orange crystals. With that, he took a few loose crystals and a rock sample.

“What are these crystals?” Luke asked, holding up an orange Crystal towards Zack.
“Dunno. They seem valuable though… Perhaps we could sell them?” Zack suggested.
“Well, they're shiny, and I like shiny, so you can keep these purple crystals instead.” Luke commanded. He put the purple crystals into Zack’s section of the treasure bag.
“Kierra said something about meteors in a few of her stories. We should ask her about them before we even decide to make a profit.” Zack suggested, rethinking his last plan of putting the crystals into the market.
“Good idea. We’ll do it in the morning. I'm tuckered out, and I'm sure Kierra is too.” 

The duo headed for the guild they called Home. The center of the guild was quiet. Nocturnal Pokémon of the guild can be heard finally waking up, and a few Murkrow flew into the center. From there, Luke and Zack went to their dorm. Luke put the bag under the desk in the corner of the room, along with a slightly burnt notepad and pencil, both belonging to Zack. The duo went to sleep on their hay-made beds.

DAY 2 (Day)

Waking up was a great weakness for Luke. He always felt like sleeping in and being lazy until exactly twelve o’clock. Zack, on the other hand, was in the guild center, photosynthesising near a tree. The center was a beautiful marble circle with a giant statue of the guildmaster himself on it. The Flygon was extremely aged, but his strive for control and equilibrium within the guild remained a vibe that everyone else could feel just by looking at the statue itself. His second in command, a Serperior, was always spying on the center, even if you didn't think he was there. Of course… he was a force to be reckoned with. Zack remembers the time a Zorua attempted to smuggle illegal items into the guild. It ended with fang marks in the neck, broken bones and ribs from the constriction, and a slash mark on her right eye, not to mention expulsion from the guild entirely. 

It's here where we are a team.
A team that protects and delivers justice for those with a dream.
Those who go against us will have honor in their deaths.
And those who try to denounce our name will find their last breath.
Of course, we appreciate the code us citizens uphold.
As everybody is deemed innocent until foretold.

Zack kept reminding himself of the guild’s motto. He recited it when boredom became an interest. He had nothing to do except…

“Oh! The crystals!” 

Zack quickly went to his dorm, grabbed the bag containing both the purple and orange crystals, and headed off to Kierra’s den.
Luke, of course, was still sleeping; his snout against the floor and his tail stuck in an upward position with his belly on the ground. It looked as if he was his own little lamp post.

Zack rushed through the center and into part of the woods, where he encountered Kierra, the oldest Ninetales he's ever known… that is, she was the only Ninetales he knew. Kierra was third in command and ran the Intelligence and Research committee at the guild. Being over eight-hundred years old, she knew practically everything around the guild. Kierra easily noticed Zack rushing over with his heavy steps and gasping.

“What's the rush Zack? Someone mess with the chemistry sets again? Thought I put them in the quarantine closet-”

“No no no, that's not why I'm here.”

Zack threw the bag in front of Kierra, releasing a variety of Orange and Purple crystals.

“Me and Luke-”

“You mean ‘Luke and I?’” She interjected in her usual regal tone.

“...Yeah… we found these crystals. Do you know anything about em?”

She floated one of the orange crystals near her eyes. Examining it closely, she realized this wasn't just a crystal, but a fragment of an evolutionary stone.

“It's a fragment of a fire stone.” She explained.

Zack knew what a fire stone was, but had no idea what a fragmented fire stone was capable of.

“So… it's useless?” Zack assumed, a tad disappointed.

“Not necessarily.” 

Kierra threw the fragment onto the ground with her psychic and smashed it. The fragment turned into dust. She then picked up the powder and set it alight. 

“Evolutionary stones are extremely powerful. Fire stones, for example, burn eternally. The fragments burn for slightly less than an eternity… perhaps around a few millenniums or more. You just need to pulverize them first, which is easy to do by crushing it with your foot.” Kierra explained. She then condensed the powder and absorbed the flame radiating off of it.

“Where exactly did you find fire stone remains in the first place?” She questioned while taking a look at the purple fragments.

“Well, we were coming back from Oran Forest when we stumbled upon a meteor-” Zack was interrupted yet again by Kierra.

“Ahem, I think you mean ‘meteorite.’”

You are really starting to annoy me… Zack thought.

“That's my job. Seems I'm still as well as I used to be.” Kierra telepathed to Zack.

“Anyway, we found it in a meteorite back on the path to Oran Forest. So… yeah.” Zack explained, ignoring what Kierra telepathed.

“Right, that makes sense. These are… rare fragments. These purple fragments are speckled like moon stones, but are as dark as dusk stones. I think this may be an exceedingly rare hybrid evolution stone. It works like both a dusk and a moon stone.” Kierra explained.

“So… it's useful?” Zack asked, his eyes shining with hope.

“More than useful, really. It's an antique. It's not meant to be used, but instead it should be preserved.” Kierra explained.
“However, these are just fragments. I need the full stone to actually use it, otherwise it's useless.” She continued.

“Damnit. Well the meteorite is over at the path halfway until you hit Oran Forest. You can't miss it, trust me.” Zack reassured.

“In that case, I’ll need to get some supplies from my den before heading out. Thanks for sharing this with me Zack. Mind if I keep the fragments for research?”

“I don't mind at all.”

“Good. You can see yourself out on another mission now. I'll do the hard work that is research.”

“Thanks Kierra!” 

Zack continued back to the town center after emptying the treasure bag full of crystals in front of Kierra.

Upon entering the square, Zack noticed Luke running at everybody as if he were an electrike. He kept asking the same question over and over again to his victims.

“Have you seen a treasure bag?! It's small and has a bunch of shiny gems in it!” He questioned.

“If that were the case, I'm hunting for that bag! How-wee, that's gotta be a lot of moola soon to be mine!” One of the murkrows jested.

Of course, Luke wasn't joking, especially after launching a fireball at the murkrow, setting its tail-feathers alight.

“AH- MY FEATHERS! I JUST HAD THEM GROOMED! YOU PIECE OF SHIT. WHAT WAS THAT FOR??” The murkrow exclaimed.

“Lay a feather on that bag and I'll personally skin you alive.” Luke sneered at the murkrow. His face expression changed from a serious look to a sinister expression getting to the end of his sentence.

The murkrow went silent, shaking in fear.

Luke saw Zack enter the center of the guild. He immediately ran up to him.

“Have you-”

“Yes.”

“So where-”

“With Kierra.”

“Why-”

“Because the fragments are useless…”

“Oh.” Luke said in a disappointed tone. “That sucks…”

“Anyway, how about we just do some missions for today, alright? We’ve got to wait for Kierra to finish her research anyway, so we gotta kill time somehow.” Zack suggested.

“Alright fine… I'll follow.” Luke responded, still disappointed. He didn't care about the research. All he wanted were his orange ‘shiny stones’ back. He thought he earned them fair and square. Besides, he thought they would make some great accessories if he wore them like a brace or a glove… until they were deemed useless, that is.

Meanwhile

Test Log 3.1

     Subject’s heart stopped four days ago. Carried the corpse onto the examination table. From there, we confirmed the victim’s status: deceased. There were severe cuts and scratches across his belly, as well as for the rest of the abdomen. Face was in mint condition. Both arms had a few cuts, still bleeding out a bit, even after four days of being dead. Conducted experimental revived seed remedy on test subject. 

Source of Death: Extreme Laceration across the belly. Heart pierced with a dagger.


Test Log 3.2

     Test subject’s wounds were healed after the course of ten days. Left the dagger in his heart to prevent faulty regeneration; we shall remove it later. Today, we have a heartbeat recorded from the subject. The dagger, however, had a pristine red glow to it. Doing research as is.

Source of Revival: Reviver-Seed remedy enchanted with a Revival Orb


Test Log 3.3

     Test subject woke up feeling rejuvenated. The dagger had not caused any bleeding, until it was pulled out by the test subject. Upon removal, the wound in his heart instantly regenerated, but had strange black marking similar to stitches. When we had entered the room, the test subject was frightened. He threw the dagger at one of us, completely missing. However, the stitches on his heart slowly faded one by one, resulting in a slight bleed that escalated into near gushing of blood. Medical tools did not work to sew the skin back together, as they had simply bent upon interaction with it. One of the surgeons brought the dagger back to the table. Coincidentally, the wound sealed up as if the tearing never happened. 

Hypothesis: The dagger is a limit to the test subject’s life, as it controls the stitching around the heart. If moved away from the test subject, the wound slowly opens until brought back. This is obviously another failed experiment. 

Position: Failure. Dispose of Quickly.

Side Note: This proves the removal of weapons from the body should be done beforehand, otherwise it will result in a bloodbound curse towards the weapon the victim had died to. In this case, our test subject was impaled with a dagger, thus bloodbinding the dagger to him. 

- Universal Revival Salve Experiment 6: Fraden Guild Infirmary -


Day 2 (Night)

Zack was heaving an enormous pile of apples on top of his back shell. Making it to the guild input, he left the bag there for inspection. Luke, at the same time, came in eating a Sitrus Berry from his bag of berries. He didn't really care all too much about respect. With that, he flung the bag onto the ground. A pansage documented the input of resources regularly. Inspecting the bag of apples, he checked off Zack from the list of resource gatherers. The pansage then looked at Luke’s bag of berries, which held quite a variety. Of course, half of the bag was burnt in the process of the expedition.

“Remind me to get you a fireproof bag next time…” The pansage said to Luke.

“Will do.” He responded with his mouth filled with a Sitrus Berry.

“And one more thing-” The pansage turned to the Turtwig, “-with the apple yield you have, the guildmaster agreed to my request in giving you a proper treasure bag. Now, you have two choices: an adventurer’s bag, or a transport bag.”

Zack’s eyes shone with glee, until he was hit with the decision.

“What's the difference?” He asked.

“Well, the adventurer’s bag holds around thirty items, but prevents you from carrying anything on your shell. Say Luke wanted to hitch a ride, he wouldn't fit on top of your shell… so that's that. The transport bag holds less items, but allows the riding of others on your back shell. It's a great support bag in case of injury or paralyzation of the such.” The pansage explained.

Zack thought about it for a moment before making up his decision. Luke does get tired after awhile of walking, so the transport bag seems like the best choice.

“I'll take the transport bag.” Zack stated in an honorable tone.

“Noted. The bag will be mailed to your dorm tomorrow. It has to be sewn and reinforced in the resource management department before being shipped, of course. It could be a tad late, so please don't hope for it to be there right as you wake up.” The pansage explained.

“Thanks!” exclaimed Zack in a now ironically cheerful voice.

“Lucky…” said Luke in a jealous tone. He had to do a few missions just to get his rookie treasure bag. Why does Zack get it after only two missions?
 

Day 3 (Day)

Before six o’clock, a Chatot had run into the center of the guild with his bell and mallet. Being a newbie at doing rollcall, he hit the bell softly, thinking everybody else was used to its sound and thus waking them all up at once. The nocturnal gang of the guild went back into their dorms, as usual. Eventually, after a few minutes, the Chatot became frustrated by the lack of activity according to his bell ringing, and simply flew up to a nearby tree and flung the bell into the ground, resulting in a cacophonous chime only bearable to the deafened. 

Zack immediately sprang up from his bed, and Luke had readied an ember at the door once hearing the awful screech of the bell. Nobody came. Luke spat out the ember on the ground and snuffed it out in a huff.

“Rollcall… and this time the rookie decided to take the job.” Luke said with a slightly disappointed, yet annoyed tone.

“I'm up…” Zack said, ruffled a bit from the bell’s ring.

“Head out to the center, I’ll meet you there.” Luke commanded.

Within that moment, Zack ran out of the room and to the guild center. A massive amount of guild members crowded the guild center, chatting and mumbling amongst themselves. The rookie Chatot, perched on the tree, had lost his grip and fell into the crowd, drowning in a sea of the guild’s population. Meanwhile, a Flygon started to make way towards the center statue, along with a Serperior, and Kierra. The Flygon simply perched on top of his statue as a sign of authority, while the Serperior had swiftly slithered to the left of the monument. Kierra was at the right, grooming her paw. Luke came out soon after, rubbing his eyes a bit.

“NOW THEN.” The Flygon shouted, startling everybody into an abrupt silence.

“I'm sure everybody is concerned with the current status of the guild system, and it is my duty to announce said statuses, while also rebalancing and transporting members to the guilds marked as ‘significant.’ Kierra, being the leader of research, and Markus, having full control over our communications, have successfully mapped out a decisive route for each group who shall be transported. First, I shall announce the guild statuses, then we will get a move on from there.”

The Flygon pulled out a paper from his treasure bag.

“Darson: Safe. Tyran: Safe. Ghardill: Safe. Histran: Safe. Zara: Safe. Lilen: Euclid. Saffron: Euclid. Fraden…”

The guildmaster paused, squinting to read what he had believed as untrue.

“Keter?! Impossible!”

The entire guild practically gasped at once. The Flygon had turned to his Serperior second-in-command.

“What's the meaning of this?!” He yelled to the Serperior.

“Communications were cut off entirely. Two guild members were killed en route to Fraden itself. Plausible reports of experimentation upon its own residents has been confirmed by both the Saffron and Lilen guilds. Transport outside of Fraden has also been cut off entirely. This not only is in violation of multiple pact codes, but also allows us to wage war upon them at will. Lilen and Saffron have both agreed on a treaty to form an Allied power against Fraden, and ask of you to consider volunteering in their self-defense effort.” Said Markus in a serious tone.

“The decision is obvious. We’re joining Saffron and Lilen with their so-called ‘Allied Power,’ as long as it pressures Fraden to contemplate their decisions for the better.” The guildmaster demanded.

“As you wish, Hamilton.” Markus bowed and scurried back into the guild. 
Kierra stood completely still to the right of the statue.

“Kierra, take care of the team division and transportation. I need to attend a more important scenario.” Hamilton flew into the guild in search for Markus.

Kierra easily remembered Hamilton’s speech from top to bottom. The guild was in a mass conversation.

“Guys.” She said calmly. The guild, of course, did not respond.

“GUYS.” She sternly yelled, with little to know success.

“That's it…” Kierra emitted a piercing sound through her telepathy, causing the guild members to fall to their knees.

“THE HELL IS THAT?!”
“MY EARS…”
“I CANT HEAR ANYTHING.”
“MAKE IT STOP…”

After a while, Kierra stopped emitting the sound, causing everybody else to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Now then, I believe it was my turn to speak.” She announced.

“Xavin, Rai, you two head to the Lilen guild. Fay, Phil, you head to Saffron and discuss the defensive plans the guild has enforced. Zack, Luke, you two have a special assignment in Zara.”

Luke and Zack immediately ran up to Kierra.

“SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT?!” Zack exclaimed happily.

“And what exactly are we doing that's so special?” Luke asked.

“I have gotten enough shards to create five fire stones from the meteorite. Zara has had a large amount of Eevees ever since the forest fire. A lot of the Eevees are from said forest fire, and due to overpopulation, and the upcoming winter, there will be many losses if they cannot maintain their heat. Five volunteers had contacted me via Pelipper to send over the fire stones ASAP, so I'm sending you over while I do some conductive research on Fraden.”

“Consider it done!” Zack replied eagerly.

“As long as I get my stones back, I'm all in.” Luke stated.

“Good. Head to the crossroads north of the guild, and from there, head east. Zara should be directly on the path.”

Luke and Zack head to the crossroads with Luke’s treasure bag, as well as the fire stones held within. From there, they headed east.

Of course, Kierra was surprised with the coincidence of Zack’s treasure bag arriving from the resources department as soon as he had departed. A small pansage holding a saddle-bag fan up to Kierra.

“Bag’s done! Now, where’s Zack’s dorm again? I was sure you would know because of your time here at the guild, Kierra.” The pansage cheerfully assumed.

“Change of plans: you're going to leave that at the delivery center and mark it for its arrival at Zara.” She quickly demanded.

“Will do!” The pansage quickly ran off to the guild, and from there, to the delivery center.


Meanwhile

“How's the experimentation going? Any success?”

“Well… yes and no. We revived a Totodile stabbed in the heart earlier, but the dagger became bloodbound… resulting in a failure. The experiment before him simply resulted in instant revival, then the test subject spontaneously turned to dust. The revival part is succeeding, but it never goes without a hitch.”

“You're keeping the failures in obsidian cages, correct?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Lead me to them. I want to see the other ‘hitches’ for the first few test subjects.”

“Alright.”

The duo headed out of the room and made their way into a large, reinforced chamber.

“Fifteen cages so far. At least the experiment progress is being logged.”

“Indeed.”

She looked around the cages and saw multiple failures with different disabilities. The Totodile holding his dagger close to his chest, a Ratatta with soulless white eyes staring at her without blinking once, a Zorua stuck between disguises, and many more. 

“Hmmm… none of them seem indirectly useful…”

“Well, there's this growlithe who seems slightly useful.”

She looked in the cage with the growlithe. It was shaking, and crying a bit. Her partner rattled the cage with a swing of his fist.

“KEEP IT DOWN. It's inspection time!”

The growlithe was still startled, but the crying had stopped. He sat in the corner, still shaking. His pupils were blood red, and fangs slightly longer than usual. 

“Now, use ember.”

The growlithe hesitated, but shot an ember from out of its cage. Rather than the normal red flame it usually spat, the flame was blue, and it hindered in the air a while before dissipating.

“Record states his mother was a Vulpix and the father was another Growlithe. Disgusting. If anything, his blue flames yield interesting properties.”

“And what's that, exactly?”

“Whispers… faint ones… and they're slightly hotter than the usual flame of a fire type.”

“Whispers? I don't care about power, just progress.”

She looked at the growlithe and asked in a kind voice,”May you use ember once more, please?”

The growlithe grew calm. It flew another ember out of the cage. This time, the ember stayed a whole minute before dissipating. She heard faint whispers from the flame during its lifespan.

“Wrong… it's… wrong… I created them, and I end it all. Why do they strive? Why? It's all wrong… wrong…”

“Hmph.” She let out a cold sigh.

“We found him dead under a large oak tree. Starvation got the better of him, and we found a pile of pidgey bones next to his corpse. His last meal was a pidgey.”

“I'm not sure what that was… but it's against us, that's for sure. Isolate the growlithe for now. We can't have him in our line of sight. Whatever it is… it's learning.”

“On it.” With that, he covered the cage in a fireproof cloth. The growlithe started squealing and crying once again.

After a few cages, she noticed one with a pile of dust in it. This was obviously the test subject before the Totodile. Oddly enough, she still felt as if something was in that very cage before leaving for her next victim.
Mystery Dungeon Theory (Sky Only)
Throughout the entire story of Explorers of Sky, there's been constant ramblings about time becoming screwed up in certain places, and an outbreak of mystery dungeons. I'm sure you're wondering how exactly a mystery dungeon forms in the first place. Well, I have come up with a theory for that. First off, time is becoming distorted in many places, correct? Well, what exactly does the flow of time affect? Timelines, time speed, and time distortion are a few variables that time affects. Mystery dungeons ARE the places affected by time distortion itself, causing timelines to become scrambled as well as the speed of which time flows. This creates multiple timelines in a single area that can be as further into the future as it has been distorted to. Here's an example: Apple woods was affected by time distortion, and its layout changes with every floor. The Pokémon within Apple Woods are all feral except for the kecleon merchants and secret bazaar, of course. But why are all the Pokémon feral, exactly? This is where time distortion, timelines, and time speed become variables. Every time you step into a mystery dungeon, you get transported into a whole other timeline that has been either sped up so much it is decades into the future, or slowed down to a standstill and stuck in the past. Time distortion then randomized the layout because of the parallel universe theory, considering if one timeline has one thing, then the other must be different in that exact same aspect. Pokémon become feral in mystery dungeons due to you wandering into THEIR territory, but you really just walked into a timeline of them existing in it. This is called a “Crossover.” When two timelines overlap each other, they can freely affect the past, present, and future of said timeline. With that, many feral Pokémon appear in mystery dungeons due to the timeline you're in being extremely dense with feral Pokémon, or otherwise being somewhat empty and full of items. Next comes the timeline anchor theory. I'm sure you're questioning my logic now that you remember seeing skunktank in Apple Woods, along with zubat and koffing. Well, why were they in the same timeline as you when my theory stands as to create separate timelines different from the others any time the dungeon has been entered? It's actually quite simple. Upon entering a dungeon, you are ANCHORED to your own timeline, but are currently existing in another timeline. In this case, Pokémon from your timeline can easily be seen and interacted with inside the new timeline. This doesn't prove my previous theory wrong, as mystery dungeons are still constantly randomized. Now you are probably scratching your head violently trying to understand this, but i’ll try to keep it simple. If you or your partner stand next to each other while anchored to the same timeline, you will be able to see and interact with each other. If you come within the vicinity of another Pokémon who’s from the same timeline as you are, you will be dragged into their instance of time, allowing for interaction to occur between you and them. This called the “Linking” of two timelines, as you get dragged out of your timeline and into theirs. Once you leave the dungeon, you get flung back a little later into your instance of time based off the amount of time you've been in the dungeon. This prevents Pokémon from accidentally invading other timelines via mystery dungeons, as well as prevent the occurrence of a paradox.

Anything i’m missing? Feel free to let me know!

[Detail Rating: 6 (Slightly gruesome.)]


“How many berries did we need Luke?”
“Erm… six Oran berries, I think.”
“Well I have four… and how many do you have?”

Luke was busy eating an Oran Berry. His obliviousness got the better of him as the Turtwig kept interrogating the Charmander for the thousandth time. Luke simply rolled his eyes and scoffed down the berry.

“Well now I have one Oran Berry, Zack.”

“Damnit Luke! We could've been done with this mission already!” The small turtwig exclaimed in a serious tone. He obviously wanted to get out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. Zack looked at the ground for the moment with a disappointed look on his face. Luke, of course, didn't even notice. He was busy thinking about what to fight next. The young feral always had it out for others who threaten him. His skill of flame control was penultimate to that of a Heatran, but his inadequate temper gives him the impulse to try more than knockout his opponent. Zack was different. He had empathy for the weak and pathetic. His outlook was from many points of view rather than just one. However, he is more demanding to the others. Zack was always very finicky. His cunning was that of a weavile, and only equal to his demanding nature. Luke is the only Pokémon he knows that can actually cope with such a nuisance, and Zack knows, as well as upholds this fact.

Zack lifted his head. “You know… it's starting to get dark.” He stated.
“Oh wow… like I needed a detective to inform me of that.” Luke retorted.
“Well, we can always use one of your wisp thingies if it gets too dark.” Zack replied in a positive attitude.
“Of course! What, do you THINK i’m going to do, just waltz around in a blanket of darkness? Heck, anything could jump us if we did that. Of course, whatever it is would get a burn they would never forget… or I just gouge out their eyes like the last Yanmega we fought.” Luke explained in a dark, yet somewhat cheerful voice.

The thought of that event caused Zack to shiver a bit. Never had he seen a small animal such as that one Charmander tearing out the eyes of a Yanmega. He said it was out of self defense. Was it really that? By the time the gouging occurred, it was already on the ground in flames. Zack, of course, didn't want to question Luke on that because of the intimidation he felt standing even thirty feet away from him. His presence was that of a negative passion; a rose with thorns. Those he met were charmed by him, but later found out the feral personality that engulfed Luke himself.

“Anyway- hey look an Oran Berry!” Zack tipped his leaf in the direction of the berry, located at the top of a small bush.
“MINE!” Luke exclaimed as he jumped into the bush, setting it alight as he grabbed the Berry. He almost bit into it before Zack stopped him with a quick whip of his vine.
“Excuse me, but I believe we had a mission to submit, Luke.” Zack stated.
“But… fine. I get it.” He threw the Oran Berry back into his treasure bag. Meanwhile, the flames from the bush were slowly absorbed by Luke’s skin, giving him an orange glow.
“Anyway, how about we start heading back in time for dinner? I’m starving…” Zack complained as his belly growled.
“You're a grass type, Zack. You just need sunlight is all.” Luke reminded Zack.
“But us grass types usually eat berries and apples because they store the exact same nutrition we produce when photosynthesising.” Zack replied.
“Why can't you just photosynthesi- oh.” Luke had realized night had fallen on the duo, preventing the use of photosynthesis entirely.
“Mhm…” Zack gave Luke a flat stare.

With that, Luke reluctantly followed Zack through the dungeon that was Oran Forest and started their usual journey back home. Their source of light was Luke, as he kept glowing from the use of his Flash Fire ability. Halfway home, Zack noticed something different about the road. A huge crater had indented the side of the path they were walking on. There wasn't a foreshadowing noise or sight of it before it hit the ground, as it was still smoldering, and the land it had impacted was still fresh. Zack examined the crater with suspicion of another one of Kierra’s stories… about a sudden meteor strike that would change the world for the better, or the one about Deoxys falling from the sky from a meteor itself, or the tell-tale sign of a recent meteor shower. Whatever it was… it was definitely a meteor. There was a huge rock in the middle of the crater that looked exactly like a meteor. Luke told Zack to stand back, as he didn't want him to get burned. Luke simply walked into the crater and on top of the meteor. He peered through the holes, finding nothing but a few purple and orange crystals. With that, he took a few loose crystals and a rock sample.

“What are these crystals?” Luke asked, holding up an orange Crystal towards Zack.
“Dunno. They seem valuable though… Perhaps we could sell them?” Zack suggested.
“Well, they're shiny, and I like shiny, so you can keep these purple crystals instead.” Luke commanded. He put the purple crystals into Zack’s section of the treasure bag.
“Kierra said something about meteors in a few of her stories. We should ask her about them before we even decide to make a profit.” Zack suggested, rethinking his last plan of putting the crystals into the market.
“Good idea. We’ll do it in the morning. I'm tuckered out, and I'm sure Kierra is too.” 

The duo headed for the guild they called Home. The center of the guild was quiet. Nocturnal Pokémon of the guild can be heard finally waking up, and a few Murkrow flew into the center. From there, Luke and Zack went to their dorm. Luke put the bag under the desk in the corner of the room, along with a slightly burnt notepad and pencil, both belonging to Zack. The duo went to sleep on their hay-made beds.

DAY 2 (Day)

Waking up was a great weakness for Luke. He always felt like sleeping in and being lazy until exactly twelve o’clock. Zack, on the other hand, was in the guild center, photosynthesising near a tree. The center was a beautiful marble circle with a giant statue of the guildmaster himself on it. The Flygon was extremely aged, but his strive for control and equilibrium within the guild remained a vibe that everyone else could feel just by looking at the statue itself. His second in command, a Serperior, was always spying on the center, even if you didn't think he was there. Of course… he was a force to be reckoned with. Zack remembers the time a Zorua attempted to smuggle illegal items into the guild. It ended with fang marks in the neck, broken bones and ribs from the constriction, and a slash mark on her right eye, not to mention expulsion from the guild entirely. 

It's here where we are a team.
A team that protects and delivers justice for those with a dream.
Those who go against us will have honor in their deaths.
And those who try to denounce our name will find their last breath.
Of course, we appreciate the code us citizens uphold.
As everybody is deemed innocent until foretold.

Zack kept reminding himself of the guild’s motto. He recited it when boredom became an interest. He had nothing to do except…

“Oh! The crystals!” 

Zack quickly went to his dorm, grabbed the bag containing both the purple and orange crystals, and headed off to Kierra’s den.
Luke, of course, was still sleeping; his snout against the floor and his tail stuck in an upward position with his belly on the ground. It looked as if he was his own little lamp post.

Zack rushed through the center and into part of the woods, where he encountered Kierra, the oldest Ninetales he's ever known… that is, she was the only Ninetales he knew. Kierra was third in command and ran the Intelligence and Research committee at the guild. Being over eight-hundred years old, she knew practically everything around the guild. Kierra easily noticed Zack rushing over with his heavy steps and gasping.

“What's the rush Zack? Someone mess with the chemistry sets again? Thought I put them in the quarantine closet-”

“No no no, that's not why I'm here.”

Zack threw the bag in front of Kierra, releasing a variety of Orange and Purple crystals.

“Me and Luke-”

“You mean ‘Luke and I?’” She interjected in her usual regal tone.

“...Yeah… we found these crystals. Do you know anything about em?”

She floated one of the orange crystals near her eyes. Examining it closely, she realized this wasn't just a crystal, but a fragment of an evolutionary stone.

“It's a fragment of a fire stone.” She explained.

Zack knew what a fire stone was, but had no idea what a fragmented fire stone was capable of.

“So… it's useless?” Zack assumed, a tad disappointed.

“Not necessarily.” 

Kierra threw the fragment onto the ground with her psychic and smashed it. The fragment turned into dust. She then picked up the powder and set it alight. 

“Evolutionary stones are extremely powerful. Fire stones, for example, burn eternally. The fragments burn for slightly less than an eternity… perhaps around a few millenniums or more. You just need to pulverize them first, which is easy to do by crushing it with your foot.” Kierra explained. She then condensed the powder and absorbed the flame radiating off of it.

“Where exactly did you find fire stone remains in the first place?” She questioned while taking a look at the purple fragments.

“Well, we were coming back from Oran Forest when we stumbled upon a meteor-” Zack was interrupted yet again by Kierra.

“Ahem, I think you mean ‘meteorite.’”

You are really starting to annoy me… Zack thought.

“That's my job. Seems I'm still as well as I used to be.” Kierra telepathed to Zack.

“Anyway, we found it in a meteorite back on the path to Oran Forest. So… yeah.” Zack explained, ignoring what Kierra telepathed.

“Right, that makes sense. These are… rare fragments. These purple fragments are speckled like moon stones, but are as dark as dusk stones. I think this may be an exceedingly rare hybrid evolution stone. It works like both a dusk and a moon stone.” Kierra explained.

“So… it's useful?” Zack asked, his eyes shining with hope.

“More than useful, really. It's an antique. It's not meant to be used, but instead it should be preserved.” Kierra explained.
“However, these are just fragments. I need the full stone to actually use it, otherwise it's useless.” She continued.

“Damnit. Well the meteorite is over at the path halfway until you hit Oran Forest. You can't miss it, trust me.” Zack reassured.

“In that case, I’ll need to get some supplies from my den before heading out. Thanks for sharing this with me Zack. Mind if I keep the fragments for research?”

“I don't mind at all.”

“Good. You can see yourself out on another mission now. I'll do the hard work that is research.”

“Thanks Kierra!” 

Zack continued back to the town center after emptying the treasure bag full of crystals in front of Kierra.

Upon entering the square, Zack noticed Luke running at everybody as if he were an electrike. He kept asking the same question over and over again to his victims.

“Have you seen a treasure bag?! It's small and has a bunch of shiny gems in it!” He questioned.

“If that were the case, I'm hunting for that bag! How-wee, that's gotta be a lot of moola soon to be mine!” One of the murkrows jested.

Of course, Luke wasn't joking, especially after launching a fireball at the murkrow, setting its tail-feathers alight.

“AH- MY FEATHERS! I JUST HAD THEM GROOMED! YOU PIECE OF SHIT. WHAT WAS THAT FOR??” The murkrow exclaimed.

“Lay a feather on that bag and I'll personally skin you alive.” Luke sneered at the murkrow. His face expression changed from a serious look to a sinister expression getting to the end of his sentence.

The murkrow went silent, shaking in fear.

Luke saw Zack enter the center of the guild. He immediately ran up to him.

“Have you-”

“Yes.”

“So where-”

“With Kierra.”

“Why-”

“Because the fragments are useless…”

“Oh.” Luke said in a disappointed tone. “That sucks…”

“Anyway, how about we just do some missions for today, alright? We’ve got to wait for Kierra to finish her research anyway, so we gotta kill time somehow.” Zack suggested.

“Alright fine… I'll follow.” Luke responded, still disappointed. He didn't care about the research. All he wanted were his orange ‘shiny stones’ back. He thought he earned them fair and square. Besides, he thought they would make some great accessories if he wore them like a brace or a glove… until they were deemed useless, that is.

Meanwhile

Test Log 3.1

     Subject’s heart stopped four days ago. Carried the corpse onto the examination table. From there, we confirmed the victim’s status: deceased. There were severe cuts and scratches across his belly, as well as for the rest of the abdomen. Face was in mint condition. Both arms had a few cuts, still bleeding out a bit, even after four days of being dead. Conducted experimental revived seed remedy on test subject. 

Source of Death: Extreme Laceration across the belly. Heart pierced with a dagger.


Test Log 3.2

     Test subject’s wounds were healed after the course of ten days. Left the dagger in his heart to prevent faulty regeneration; we shall remove it later. Today, we have a heartbeat recorded from the subject. The dagger, however, had a pristine red glow to it. Doing research as is.

Source of Revival: Reviver-Seed remedy enchanted with a Revival Orb


Test Log 3.3

     Test subject woke up feeling rejuvenated. The dagger had not caused any bleeding, until it was pulled out by the test subject. Upon removal, the wound in his heart instantly regenerated, but had strange black marking similar to stitches. When we had entered the room, the test subject was frightened. He threw the dagger at one of us, completely missing. However, the stitches on his heart slowly faded one by one, resulting in a slight bleed that escalated into near gushing of blood. Medical tools did not work to sew the skin back together, as they had simply bent upon interaction with it. One of the surgeons brought the dagger back to the table. Coincidentally, the wound sealed up as if the tearing never happened. 

Hypothesis: The dagger is a limit to the test subject’s life, as it controls the stitching around the heart. If moved away from the test subject, the wound slowly opens until brought back. This is obviously another failed experiment. 

Position: Failure. Dispose of Quickly.

Side Note: This proves the removal of weapons from the body should be done beforehand, otherwise it will result in a bloodbound curse towards the weapon the victim had died to. In this case, our test subject was impaled with a dagger, thus bloodbinding the dagger to him. 

- Universal Revival Salve Experiment 6: Fraden Guild Infirmary -


Day 2 (Night)

Zack was heaving an enormous pile of apples on top of his back shell. Making it to the guild input, he left the bag there for inspection. Luke, at the same time, came in eating a Sitrus Berry from his bag of berries. He didn't really care all too much about respect. With that, he flung the bag onto the ground. A pansage documented the input of resources regularly. Inspecting the bag of apples, he checked off Zack from the list of resource gatherers. The pansage then looked at Luke’s bag of berries, which held quite a variety. Of course, half of the bag was burnt in the process of the expedition.

“Remind me to get you a fireproof bag next time…” The pansage said to Luke.

“Will do.” He responded with his mouth filled with a Sitrus Berry.

“And one more thing-” The pansage turned to the Turtwig, “-with the apple yield you have, the guildmaster agreed to my request in giving you a proper treasure bag. Now, you have two choices: an adventurer’s bag, or a transport bag.”

Zack’s eyes shone with glee, until he was hit with the decision.

“What's the difference?” He asked.

“Well, the adventurer’s bag holds around thirty items, but prevents you from carrying anything on your shell. Say Luke wanted to hitch a ride, he wouldn't fit on top of your shell… so that's that. The transport bag holds less items, but allows the riding of others on your back shell. It's a great support bag in case of injury or paralyzation of the such.” The pansage explained.

Zack thought about it for a moment before making up his decision. Luke does get tired after awhile of walking, so the transport bag seems like the best choice.

“I'll take the transport bag.” Zack stated in an honorable tone.

“Noted. The bag will be mailed to your dorm tomorrow. It has to be sewn and reinforced in the resource management department before being shipped, of course. It could be a tad late, so please don't hope for it to be there right as you wake up.” The pansage explained.

“Thanks!” exclaimed Zack in a now ironically cheerful voice.

“Lucky…” said Luke in a jealous tone. He had to do a few missions just to get his rookie treasure bag. Why does Zack get it after only two missions?
 

Day 3 (Day)

Before six o’clock, a Chatot had run into the center of the guild with his bell and mallet. Being a newbie at doing rollcall, he hit the bell softly, thinking everybody else was used to its sound and thus waking them all up at once. The nocturnal gang of the guild went back into their dorms, as usual. Eventually, after a few minutes, the Chatot became frustrated by the lack of activity according to his bell ringing, and simply flew up to a nearby tree and flung the bell into the ground, resulting in a cacophonous chime only bearable to the deafened. 

Zack immediately sprang up from his bed, and Luke had readied an ember at the door once hearing the awful screech of the bell. Nobody came. Luke spat out the ember on the ground and snuffed it out in a huff.

“Rollcall… and this time the rookie decided to take the job.” Luke said with a slightly disappointed, yet annoyed tone.

“I'm up…” Zack said, ruffled a bit from the bell’s ring.

“Head out to the center, I’ll meet you there.” Luke commanded.

Within that moment, Zack ran out of the room and to the guild center. A massive amount of guild members crowded the guild center, chatting and mumbling amongst themselves. The rookie Chatot, perched on the tree, had lost his grip and fell into the crowd, drowning in a sea of the guild’s population. Meanwhile, a Flygon started to make way towards the center statue, along with a Serperior, and Kierra. The Flygon simply perched on top of his statue as a sign of authority, while the Serperior had swiftly slithered to the left of the monument. Kierra was at the right, grooming her paw. Luke came out soon after, rubbing his eyes a bit.

“NOW THEN.” The Flygon shouted, startling everybody into an abrupt silence.

“I'm sure everybody is concerned with the current status of the guild system, and it is my duty to announce said statuses, while also rebalancing and transporting members to the guilds marked as ‘significant.’ Kierra, being the leader of research, and Markus, having full control over our communications, have successfully mapped out a decisive route for each group who shall be transported. First, I shall announce the guild statuses, then we will get a move on from there.”

The Flygon pulled out a paper from his treasure bag.

“Darson: Safe. Tyran: Safe. Ghardill: Safe. Histran: Safe. Zara: Safe. Lilen: Euclid. Saffron: Euclid. Fraden…”

The guildmaster paused, squinting to read what he had believed as untrue.

“Keter?! Impossible!”

The entire guild practically gasped at once. The Flygon had turned to his Serperior second-in-command.

“What's the meaning of this?!” He yelled to the Serperior.

“Communications were cut off entirely. Two guild members were killed en route to Fraden itself. Plausible reports of experimentation upon its own residents has been confirmed by both the Saffron and Lilen guilds. Transport outside of Fraden has also been cut off entirely. This not only is in violation of multiple pact codes, but also allows us to wage war upon them at will. Lilen and Saffron have both agreed on a treaty to form an Allied power against Fraden, and ask of you to consider volunteering in their self-defense effort.” Said Markus in a serious tone.

“The decision is obvious. We’re joining Saffron and Lilen with their so-called ‘Allied Power,’ as long as it pressures Fraden to contemplate their decisions for the better.” The guildmaster demanded.

“As you wish, Hamilton.” Markus bowed and scurried back into the guild. 
Kierra stood completely still to the right of the statue.

“Kierra, take care of the team division and transportation. I need to attend a more important scenario.” Hamilton flew into the guild in search for Markus.

Kierra easily remembered Hamilton’s speech from top to bottom. The guild was in a mass conversation.

“Guys.” She said calmly. The guild, of course, did not respond.

“GUYS.” She sternly yelled, with little to know success.

“That's it…” Kierra emitted a piercing sound through her telepathy, causing the guild members to fall to their knees.

“THE HELL IS THAT?!”
“MY EARS…”
“I CANT HEAR ANYTHING.”
“MAKE IT STOP…”

After a while, Kierra stopped emitting the sound, causing everybody else to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Now then, I believe it was my turn to speak.” She announced.

“Xavin, Rai, you two head to the Lilen guild. Fay, Phil, you head to Saffron and discuss the defensive plans the guild has enforced. Zack, Luke, you two have a special assignment in Zara.”

Luke and Zack immediately ran up to Kierra.

“SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT?!” Zack exclaimed happily.

“And what exactly are we doing that's so special?” Luke asked.

“I have gotten enough shards to create five fire stones from the meteorite. Zara has had a large amount of Eevees ever since the forest fire. A lot of the Eevees are from said forest fire, and due to overpopulation, and the upcoming winter, there will be many losses if they cannot maintain their heat. Five volunteers had contacted me via Pelipper to send over the fire stones ASAP, so I'm sending you over while I do some conductive research on Fraden.”

“Consider it done!” Zack replied eagerly.

“As long as I get my stones back, I'm all in.” Luke stated.

“Good. Head to the crossroads north of the guild, and from there, head east. Zara should be directly on the path.”

Luke and Zack head to the crossroads with Luke’s treasure bag, as well as the fire stones held within. From there, they headed east.

Of course, Kierra was surprised with the coincidence of Zack’s treasure bag arriving from the resources department as soon as he had departed. A small pansage holding a saddle-bag fan up to Kierra.

“Bag’s done! Now, where’s Zack’s dorm again? I was sure you would know because of your time here at the guild, Kierra.” The pansage cheerfully assumed.

“Change of plans: you're going to leave that at the delivery center and mark it for its arrival at Zara.” She quickly demanded.

“Will do!” The pansage quickly ran off to the guild, and from there, to the delivery center.


Meanwhile

“How's the experimentation going? Any success?”

“Well… yes and no. We revived a Totodile stabbed in the heart earlier, but the dagger became bloodbound… resulting in a failure. The experiment before him simply resulted in instant revival, then the test subject spontaneously turned to dust. The revival part is succeeding, but it never goes without a hitch.”

“You're keeping the failures in obsidian cages, correct?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Lead me to them. I want to see the other ‘hitches’ for the first few test subjects.”

“Alright.”

The duo headed out of the room and made their way into a large, reinforced chamber.

“Fifteen cages so far. At least the experiment progress is being logged.”

“Indeed.”

She looked around the cages and saw multiple failures with different disabilities. The Totodile holding his dagger close to his chest, a Ratatta with soulless white eyes staring at her without blinking once, a Zorua stuck between disguises, and many more. 

“Hmmm… none of them seem indirectly useful…”

“Well, there's this growlithe who seems slightly useful.”

She looked in the cage with the growlithe. It was shaking, and crying a bit. Her partner rattled the cage with a swing of his fist.

“KEEP IT DOWN. It's inspection time!”

The growlithe was still startled, but the crying had stopped. He sat in the corner, still shaking. His pupils were blood red, and fangs slightly longer than usual. 

“Now, use ember.”

The growlithe hesitated, but shot an ember from out of its cage. Rather than the normal red flame it usually spat, the flame was blue, and it hindered in the air a while before dissipating.

“Record states his mother was a Vulpix and the father was another Growlithe. Disgusting. If anything, his blue flames yield interesting properties.”

“And what's that, exactly?”

“Whispers… faint ones… and they're slightly hotter than the usual flame of a fire type.”

“Whispers? I don't care about power, just progress.”

She looked at the growlithe and asked in a kind voice,”May you use ember once more, please?”

The growlithe grew calm. It flew another ember out of the cage. This time, the ember stayed a whole minute before dissipating. She heard faint whispers from the flame during its lifespan.

“Wrong… it's… wrong… I created them, and I end it all. Why do they strive? Why? It's all wrong… wrong…”

“Hmph.” She let out a cold sigh.

“We found him dead under a large oak tree. Starvation got the better of him, and we found a pile of pidgey bones next to his corpse. His last meal was a pidgey.”

“I'm not sure what that was… but it's against us, that's for sure. Isolate the growlithe for now. We can't have him in our line of sight. Whatever it is… it's learning.”

“On it.” With that, he covered the cage in a fireproof cloth. The growlithe started squealing and crying once again.

After a few cages, she noticed one with a pile of dust in it. This was obviously the test subject before the Totodile. Oddly enough, she still felt as if something was in that very cage before leaving for her next victim.

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