Brrrr. I hate the cold. The thick foliage surrounding Sylvan is incredible at blocking light, but not so much cold.
We’re on the outskirts of town, and night has fallen. Melchior is due to arrive any minute now, but for now, we’re just sitting around, twiddling our thumbs. I’m standing close to the edge and can make out a light source beyond the leaves.
I push my way through. The floor sticks out about ten feet past the edge of the dome, so it isn’t a problem to stand outside.
Off in the distance is a pair of specks of light. One, which is a bit closer than the other, looks like a city. The other one is a bit farther, and I can’t tell what it is. I’m about to head back in, when Kim pushes her way through as well. She strides over and stands next to me.
“You look cold.”
“Yeah, a little bit. I can deal, though. What’s that light off in the distance? I assume the closer one’s Nexus.”
“That’s right. The far-off one is Geal Tower. It’s a beacon of hope and light through even the darkest of times. The tower has an entrance, but no one has ever explored its entirety. It’s occasionally used for religious festivals. It has a counterpart somewhere to the South called the Dubh Tower, which is considered an evil place that shrouds the surrounding area in darkness.”
“Interesting. So, what’s in Nexus?”
“Well, there’s a port, a guild for rescue teams who feel the need to belong, and the biggest library on the continent.”
We sit for a few more minutes before Julius pokes his head out to alert us that Melchior has arrived. We follow him back out, and Melchior stands, eargerly waiting for us.
I march forward, and hand him the letter. He is about to take it when his eyes suddenly narrow. He pulls his hand back.
“You aren’t normal.”
His fist begins to glow, and a moment later, I feel I’ve been hit with a bag of bricks. I go flying into a wall, and feel something break. I cry out, and my vision whites over.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t move. I don’t know what I’ve broken, but even breathing is painful now. Yet, even amidst all the pain, I still hear something.
“-you cannot catch me!”
“-darkness another time-“
“-time with just one-“
“GRAVE PRICE FOR EXPANDING THE DISTORTION-“
None of it makes any sense. I don’t know what’s going on.
I open my eyes again, and am shocked to see Kim standing over me, back turned. Her arms are held out to the sides. I see Melchior step into view, right over her. I immediately understand what she’s trying to do. I manage to wheeze out… something. I pray she hears a plea to get out of the way.
No luck. Melchior hovers over her, not sure what to do. She shouts, “Stop! What are you doing?”
“Let me pass, child. Your friend is a walking, breathing rip in the fabric of space. I am sworn into the service of Palkia, which means I must destroy any such anomalies.”
Everyone is silent for a few seconds. I squeeze my eyes shut, and wheeze out as loudly as I can, “I’m… a… hu… man…”
The look on Melchior’s face would probably be a bit funnier if I wasn’t his target or in a monstrous amount of pain.
“What did you say?”
I don’t have the energy to repeat myself. Kim, however, manages to pick up on this.
“Sir, he’s human. We don’t know how or why, but he is. He doesn’t remember anything, not even his name.”
Melchior takes a moment to digest this. He backs down, and slowly makes his way around Kim, heading straight towards me. He leans down next to me.
“Let’s see… A broken arm, a broken leg, and two broken ribs…”
He looks at my face.
“I’m terribly sorry about this. In six hundred years, The Entity has not called on a human. It’s only natural you’d cause some sort of special distortion.”
I’m in too much pain to talk right now. Luckily for me, Kim asks the obvious question.
“The Entity? What’s that?”
“The Entity is a being that is sort of like Arceus’s right hand-man. It works behind the scenes for the most part, but has directly intervened in times of oncoming crisis. Its most common form of intervention is setting up a sequence of events that lead to a human becoming a Pokemon. Its reasons for doing this are unknown, but it always works out. Usually, when this sort of crisis occurs, a human also rises to become a great hero, but this rarely impacts us on this side of the world.”
I try to nod, but I’m in too much pain. I close my eyes for a moment to digest what he said
Kim’s Note: The journal abruptly cuts off here, probably because he fell unconscious. It picks up eventually, but not for another two months. I don’t know why it doesn’t continue until then, because I visited Heath regularly over those months, and he was very much awake. So, I will try to summarize what happened in those two months.
Within five minutes of Heath’s injuries, he was brought into a hospital. Nurse Blissey told us he’d survive, but he’d be out of commission for a few weeks. With that understanding, we decided to look for a place to stay the night.
Melchior came to us in the morning, with a reply to Jaroda’s letter, and he told us that he would pay for Heath’s hospital bill. We struck home within minutes.
Jaroda was waiting for us when we returned. We got paid, and Julius and I parted ways.
Nothing noteworthy occurred for the next couple days. I was in the market, trying to buy some apples for Heath and I to enjoy, when who should I run into but Julius. Who, by the way, was in the process of telling everyone he knew about who and what Heath was.
So, everybody knew (except for Raichu, who he hadn’t gotten around to telling yet). Among the more sympathetic were The Kecleons (for some reason) and Kangaskhan. The others really didn’t care one way or the other. So, I guess Heath got out of that one okay. Julius wasn’t pleased.
A few weeks later, I was visiting Madame Lucario, and she brought up the topic of Julius. She wasn’t yet aware that the team had split up. When I told her the story, her eyes narrowed at the mention of Jaroda’s name. I remember her standing up, and stating that he wasn’t to be trusted, and that she knew this personally.
I remember asking her why, and she seemed nostalgic for a moment. I remember her next words fairly clearly.
“Well, we used to know each other very well. We traveled a lot together and… You know what? Forget it. We were both members of a rescue team at one point. The Light Brigade, it was called. The group stayed together until Jaroda…”
“It’s not something you need to know. I’ve told you enough; no sense burdening you with that.”
Heath was shocked when he heard that. He showed some curiosity about what Jaroda had done, but neither of us had any starting points on discovering this.
Time passed, and Heath recovered. By the time the next entry began, Heath had only been home for four days. He had been doing well, and now a spanner was in the works.
Still, I’d say it worked out for the better.