Union League: Journey to the Beginning

Character Disclaimer: Rift Reyvon, Myu Zodel, Strider Kolos, and their significant Pokémon character models (ex: Ki’alla, Sage, etc.) are my creations. Draco Falconi belongs to his namesake. Slash and Psymakio belong to Slash Firestorm. All significant Pokémon characters of the before mention characters belong to each individual respectively.

AND I’M BACK! Yeah…I was gone for a bit wasn’t I? Heh, well school, searching for a job, and you know…life, kinda gets in the way. Oh and the occasional game distracting me as well (guilty of this on a large margin, but at least I admit it). Well, being back, I bring the next chapter of the Union League! From here on out, I’m making sure that I don’t go missing again and try to get at least one chapter up a month (made a storyboard of sorts). Sound good? Ok then! OH! I also went back and fixed up chapters 1 & 2, just FYI (nothing major, just little bits and pieces).

Now, as I did in my last chapter, I’d like to thank my reviewer(s). Mr McBob, you gave a very in depth look into the story and its elements, which I appreciate greatly, and I’ll answer what I can. I do in fact have a plan behind the transformation. Though it’s true…a good chunk of what I’m writing isn’t scripted all the way through yet (if it were, the chapters would come out on a normal schedule). As with the pokéballs, I do have an idea on what I’m doing with them actually and should come up rather soon (I have the design made and can be found at my deviantART site).

When you asked about the concept of “humans using Pokémon attacks”, I’m guessing you are either asking about how do they perform them and/or you are asking how is it possible to use Pokémon attacks. Either way both will be shown and described soon. As to the attacks available to the trainer, it does have a relation to the Pokémon the trainer has with them. This was touched upon in context at the conference, Rift explaining why he preferred trainers to pick and stay with their original choice in Pokémon. A lot of these details will be explained once Rift begins teaching students, which will be definitely soon (can only leave people in the dark for so long, right?).

As with my second chapter…yeah, I look it over and fixed it up a little. I hope that did the trick. It was a little slow, I agree, but I couldn’t really work out too much with the chapter and it was needed to get things set up. The feeling seems ok now and everything should move along smoothly.

Once again, I thank you all for reading and thinking deeply into the story (also, for being patient with me ^_^;; ). Hope to hear from more of you, no matter what you have to say!

All right, I think I said enough! Here you go!
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Chapter 3: Resolution of the Soul

Date: 03/13/2013
Weather: Sunny
Mood: Slightly nauseous, yet hopeful

Dear Journal,

It’s only a few minutes till noon…and it doesn’t feel like the day hasn’t even begun. Not to say a lot has happened today for it’s quite the opposite. It was the first day in awhile that I slept in till ten in the morning, so maybe that’s contributing to this feeling. Heh…though it didn’t save me from the waffles Ki’alla made me for breakfast. As usual, I finished the meal as to not her self-esteem, but I’m guessing she over did it on some of the ingredients this time…or did she add something new to the mix?

I appreciate her efforts in everything she does, but cooking just seems to be her worst enemy. The thought often arises that she should be told something is amiss, but if I were to do so, it’s likely that since it’s me it would bring her to tears. That causes such thoughts to vanish instantly. She is very passionate in her cooking…well actually, in everything does in all honesty. Sadly, with such pride and confidence in her abilities, though she doesn’t take well to criticism. I learned this one-day, as I explained what she did wrong with the laundry. Results weren’t pretty. She is a handful indeed, but I know she means well and will do better in time.

Hmm…I’m getting away from the reason why I sat down to jot down my thoughts today. It is now two days after the announcement of the league and my friend Draco coming to stay with us. As for yesterday, it was pretty cut and dry. The majority of the day was spent giving Draco a tour of the entire establishment. After which, I returned to my lab for the night. On that note, there is still no progress with the research. If only I could get a reaction, maybe I would get somewhere…

With that aside, today is sure to be interesting. Felicity, the reporter who asked me many a question during the unveiling, is coming here to interview me, or rather, the league. Apart from the other people asking us questions as we left the stadium, she was very eager and seemed overzealous to get my attention. Heh, that megaphone of hers is quite loud… I’d have to say, based on her questions, actions, and attitude at the event, I think I made the right choice allowing her to be the first to see what we are about first hand.

Without a doubt, today’s experience will hold a significant effect for the league.

~Rift N. Reyvon

P.S. – If we are lucky, maybe we will get some students out of this! ^_^


Closing the journal and placing it back on the shelf at his desk, Rift leaned back in his chair, lost deeply in his thoughts while staring at the ceiling.

Most of what was swimming through his head at this time was primarily questions. Half of them being towards his research and most being uncertain and unnerving. The other half was of the impending interview later this evening. Should he prepare something to eat? What would he say? What would he wear?

“Wait…since when have I worried about that?” he questions himself aloud, puzzled as to why that came to mind.

“Worried about what?” a voice asked from out of the blue, startling the man, causing him to fall back in his chair and hitting the floor head on, followed by a slight “ow”. Rubbing the back of his head as he picks himself off the floor, he looks up to see Psyla standing at the door. She held a unique smile on her face, which he recognized all too well. She knew what he was thinking without asking thanks to the bond they shared, as do most who train those of the Ralts evolution line. However, this one was rather special in his opinion.

Psyla wasn’t surprised one bit that she caught him off guard. He may appear calm, constantly acute, and always ready to move…but not as much as one would think. She couldn’t help but giggle and exclaim, “I swear, when you’re lost in thought, you really are lost.”

“Now, that’s not fair… You read my thoughts, and knowing this, you still spook me,” he protests, jokingly, placing the chair back to its original position. This was one of the reasons he thinks this Kirlia was special. Ever sine he met her as a Ralts, she was quite different. She is in no way shy, but in fact quite the opposite: completely fun loving and outgoing.

“Well, if I hadn’t come by at all, you’d probably be out of for so long, you’d miss the reporter coming by tonight all together,” she said, poking more fun at him. The only reaction he had to this being a light blush as he turned his head to the side. “Now, as to your queries for the day, I’ll be in charge of serving food for our guest later. You usually think up great speeches, so I wouldn’t worry about that. Though as to what you should wear…at least get rid of the lab coat. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve been wearing that exact one for the past couple days.”

“Huh?” was his reaction, immediately looking over his coat. She was right, which became even more evident after realizing it had a slight odor to it. Taking her advice, he removed it, and while walking towards his open closet, tossed it into his laundry bin. Skimming over what little he had in the way of clothing, he picked out his favorite ensemble. Close to what he wore two days ago, he pulled out a pair of black boots, black jeans, a crimson short sleeve shirt, and a black vest.

Rift, forgetting someone else was in the room, quickly took to removing his shirt and tossing it into the bin as well. Taken a little by surprise, Psyla quickly gives him an ounce of privacy by moving just outside the door. It made sense he got right to changing, seeing as nobody is ever in his room most of the time except himself.

‘For all the thinking that man does…he’s rather absent minded at times,’ she thinks to herself, followed by a low sigh as she gazes up into the clouds.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today before the interview?” Rift inquires, suddenly shocking her right out of her own thoughts for a change.

“Hmm, well…The morning chores have been taken care of, courtesy of Draco and the others. After which, Draco went out to Azalea Town to grab some groceries. Laundry took a moment longer than it should have, seeing as Ki’alla volunteered to do it,” she started relaying the day’s to do list, with this statement coaxing a small laugh out of Rift, “What’s left is your daily meditation and our training session. A rather simple day I’d say.”

“Indeed so, but that will soon change once we get students,” he presents cheerfully, though knowing that such calm days will be far and few between in the days to come. “Now let’s see…I’ll hold off on my meditation till later in the evening, so let’s get to training!”

The Kirlia merely smiled and nodded, following him as they made way towards their usual training grounds. A simple spot located about a mile away from the dojo along the path that led to the stadium. The purpose of it being far away from the dojo was, in part, because the training could cause damage to the building.

Taking time to stretch a bit, Rift questioned, “Ok, so where did we leave off last week? It was…”

“No, our last exercise was actually strengthening our psychic link,” Psyla eagerly interrupted. “Today, I think we will try at lifting objects.”

“Didn’t we already try that the week before?” he said, confused as to what she was getting at as he finally sat down on the grassy terrain, and crossed his legs.

She simply giggled and said, “Yes, we did, but they were just small rocks and rubble. This time…,” she paused, looking over the area around them, finally spotting what she was searching for and pointing towards it, “that will be your target.”

Turning his head to where she was aiming, his confident look upon his face was soon replaced by a look that said it all; “You’re kidding, right?”

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The wind blows a gentle breeze, rustling the cherry tree’s branches.

I move my right hand above my head, balancing on one foot.

The sunlight comes and goes with the passing of the clouds.

I bring my hand down and in front of me, pushing it forward while bringing the other back, planting my other foot in front of me.

The calm, quiet day soothes everything and brings peace.

I cross both arms across my chest and pulse my aura, then releasing it in a wispy cloud around me, feeling the focused energy flow through me.

Today indeed seems like a perfect day to relax and train.

*CRASH*

“WAAH! Someone help! Razz is teasing me again!!” comes Ki’alla’s wailing cry for help as the sound of frantic running could be heard throughout the second floor of the dojo.

*Sigh* Yes, “seems” would be the key word of the day, as this latest display makes frustratingly clear. This isn’t the first interruption I’ve dealt with today thus far. The very fact that I was able to focus for anything close to an hour is a miracle, and should be a well enough indicator of how “lively” the day has been.

I’m still left to figure if it grows worse if Reyvon is here or not. In my eyes, his presence seems to merely cause what happens to vary. I do hope we obtain students soon and that they are not as rash as those here, or do not cause anymore needless ruckus…though I fear I’m hoping for too much.

Not to be mistaken, but I do care for everyone here. I would not still be here otherwise. Well…maybe even then, I probably still would. After all, I do consider them…family.

“WAAAAAH!! Razz, leave me alone! I’m going to tell Ri when he gets back!” came another yell from Ki’alla.

Ugh…though what a rowdy family I have. Best to aid in this matter, or else there won’t have any peace till late tonight. Tracking where the noise was coming from, I take leave of my perch atop the roof, sliding down the angled tiles, crouching down low. Reaching the edge, I launch myself into the air towards the giant cherry tree, hanging there for a brief moment. Gravity claims me as I fall towards the tree, only to break my fall as I grab hold of a thick branch with both hands, twirl around it once, settle upon the divide, and then leap into that air once again. My jump being father in distance this time, as I fly over another rooftop and land on the ground on the other side, two stories down, with a somber thud. What I’m witness to upon my arrival is Ki’alla hiding behind a tree with Razz on the other side, seemingly keeping her from escaping. What reasons he may have to why he is doing this I should look into, but honestly…I do not really care to figure out.

“Razz! Enough!” I bark aloud, causing him to halt immediately, and for him to glare back at me. “By what means do you have to torture Ki’alla this way?”

His frown dissipates as he sits, paws the ground faintly, and finally answers, “Well…I, ummm…you see, I was all excited about tonight…uhh, and I was sorta bored and-”

“Bored?!” I cut him off in shock, “By aura, what goes through your mind young spark? Though you may have just recently evolved, you are still a youth and should be learning to respect yourself and others. Speaking of, do you forget where you stand?”

Razz, whom was now laying flat on the ground from the lecture, raised his head and looked behind him into the forest, then back at me. Though he didn’t say anything, the look in his eyes said he understood.

“Yes, the Ilex Forest. It’s an extraordinary, serene forest, sacred to all Pokémon and even humans seeking peace of mind. The forest serves to be the home of Celebi, whom also guards these woods. So do show some restraint and respect,” I finished my lecture, hoping the young Luxray will take it to heart.

Seeing as it seeped in a little already, it was best to assure him I meant no harm, “Do not worry Razz, I’m not lecturing you out of spite. Today is just an important day, so I understand that we are all uneasy. Now, apologize to Ki’alla and then both of you take care of anything you must before our guest arrives.”

He slowly walked over to Ki’alla, lowered his head slightly, and mumbled, “Sorry.”

She simply nodded with a slight tone of approval, as she came out from behind the tree and hugged him. The two then quietly made their way back into the house, leaving me to my thoughts once more.

“If only all things could be dealt with so easily,” I say to myself, feeling the flowing winds blow through the trees, then through my fur. It felt calm…but held a hint of unrest mixed within. This makes me wonder…what will become of tonight?

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“It seems I haven’t visited this town in quite some time,” is my diagnosis after surveying Azalea Town as I enter. In time, much has changed, yet just as much has stayed the same.

The Pokémon gym for this region, lead by Bugsy, still stood. From what Rift says, he stops by the dojo every now and then to chat. There is also the place where an old man makes special Pokéballs out of apricorns, which he has been doing for years. The charcoal kiln…which is still the only one I’ve ever seen. Then there is the Slowpoke Well, which you could consider this city’s prized structure, where as the name suggests, a large group of Slowpoke live.

Why Slowpoke is thought highly of here is based on the tale of, while the town was in a drought, one yawned, and it began to rain, thus ending the dry spell. This led the people to see them as saviors of sorts and is highly revered. It’s in no way a horrible thing to do, though the whole thing may have just been coincidence…though I’ve learned not to doubt the power of Pokémon. However, if this happens to change in anyway, it could lead to a horrible following of a kind species…just like that one forsaken group.

Now, the evidence of change is clearly apparent. It’s made even clearer with every step taken into the town. Once a small development has now grown into your average sized community. A few more buildings have been erected and the population has certainly grown.

Well, better get what Psyla asked for...now where is the PokéMart? Recently, they have also changed and are now larger and hold loads more in supplies, which include groceries for humans as well.

Spotting the store just around the corner of the Pokémon Center, I make my way inside. It’s your traditional Friday alright, seeing that there are a lot of customers. It shouldn’t take long to get what was needed, for she only needed a few things. Vegetables, fruits, rice, tea mixtures, and assorted cooking ingredients.

Most of these were close by each other, but that wasn’t the problem I seemed to have. Old habits indeed do die hard, for while moving through the aisles, I picked up on the conversations of those around me. Some of which was basic chatter…but a small group of people concerned me. They were talking about the Union league.

To listen in, I kept myself busy looking through materials nearby. The group was composed of two men and two women, each gender with one short person and one tall. The tall man is who caught my attention right away with the simple question, ‘What do you think of the Union league?’

“Hmm, I’m not sure really…” the short man responded, though it seemed as though he was simply gauging the other’s opinions. One afraid to speak his mind unless someone can back him up it seems.

“I don’t know…I think it seems like a fine idea. That man certainly seems passionate enough about it,” the tall lady mentioned.

“Not only that, but he’s hot!” the shorter woman busted out.

With a sigh, the tall lady said, “My word, is that all you ever think about? Though what really caught my eye was that cute little girl. She was simply adorable and how she stood up for her friend after those people started berating him…it touched my heart.”

“Bah, that could have just been an act,” the tall man interjected, making his opinion on the matter clear. “I think the whole thing was just some act, from the fight to his speech.”

Before the ladies could react, the short man now displayed his thoughts, “Act or not, it seems a little…wrong. I mean, haven’t Pokémon and humans been friends for a long time now? What he’s talking about seems, well…sick.”

“Ok, you might not believe this coming from me, but get your mind out of the gutter man,” the short woman started in on the man, “All he wants to happen it seems is to strengthen the bonds of friendship we have with our Pokémon, and with those of the world.”

“She’s right! Besides, that was no act! The feelings emanating from that man and his Pokémon were evidence enough to show he was truthful and means to do nothing but good for-“

“Good?” the tall man interrupted, obviously not buying into the women’s words, “What good? Even if it wasn’t an act, who’s to say this won’t turn around and destroy us in some way or another?”

“Yeah! He could use that kind of power, along with any followers he recruits, to take over the world!” the short man supported his friend.

The short woman looked plain mad now, “That’s just plain nuts! If something like that could be done, couldn’t someone have done so with just training Pokémon like we have been now? There have been attempts, like from Team Rocket, but the government takes care of such people.”

The tall lady also supported her friend, “That’s right! Furthermore, the World Government and Pokémon League Association both approved of the league’s formation. Also, four well known and respected Pokémon professors support the league. People like you are just afraid of change!”

With this outburst of opinions, it caught the attention of many customers and no longer just my own. However, nobody seemed eager to jump into this squabble, thankfully. As the group dissipated and walked off, after a few insults were exchanged, I caught one last comment from the tall man as he walked by me.

“We’ll show them the truth…That accursed league is nothing but a stain upon our world. The people will see…tonight”

I couldn’t believer my ears…or even more so, my eyes. It made sense why this man seemed angry and unnerving. That pendant around his neck I just spotted as he walked past. A golden triangle rounded and slightly bent inside a gold circle, with a small rectangular emerald patch on each point.

Damn…not them!

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“I still can’t believe you moved it so far!” Psyla cheered, skipping along the path back towards home. “To be honest, I didn’t think you’d get it that far off the ground either! You’re psychic abilities are really getting stronger!”

Rift gave a faint smile, as he sighed on the inside. Sure, he is getting stronger…but this was still one of his weakest abilities. It was only natural, for most humans aren’t attuned to this sense unless they undergo training early in life, or focus on just that. He was determined to strengthen it though…and lifting that large boulder 5 feet in the air and moving it 7 yards was surely no easy task.

“Soon as we get back, I’m going to fix up dinner so everything will be ready when Miss Felicity arrives,” she says as she continues her skipping, the setting sun in the distance blanketing the horizon with a wonderful golden hue. “You take that time to relax in your room and prepare for the interview!”

‘Would have done so even if you didn’t tell me…my mind needs the rest,’ he thought to himself, rubbing the side of his head gently as to ease the stress.

“I know you would, but you would wind up lying on the ground if I didn’t suggest a spot,” she answers back, once again probing his mind.

Though tired, he was no longer surprised by this as of today. In reality, he should be used to this for all the years he’s known her for. Practically the day she evolved, she started doing it. It was unnerving at first…but the two managed to work it out over time. In fact, he now thought it was rather comforting.

During these thoughts, they finally made it back to the dojo, each one parting ways to take care of their own business for the night. Rift headed straight to his room with Psyla making way to the kitchen.

Normally, Rift would take the time to greet the others upon his return. However right now, his head was throbbing and wasn’t sure that was a good idea if he was to be ready for the interview. Entering the room, slowly closing the door behind him, he walks over to his bed and lets nature do the rest as he flops right onto it, face first into the pillow.

He doesn’t fall asleep, but instead turns over, his eyes wide open, staring up into the stars. His thoughts remained still, as he simply enjoyed the view.

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“Let’s see now…what do we have to work with?” Psyla questions aloud, opening the refrigerator door, looking over its contents. “Uh-huh…Yep…Ah, good. Ok! Seems that Draco got everything on the list! Now to get started.”

“Let me help!” Ki’alla announces, suddenly appearing at the entrance to the kitchen, causing Psyla to give out a small yell in surprise. “Oops…sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

‘Don’t know how she sneaks up on me like that!’ she thinks, taking a moment to recompose herself, Psyla stares back at her friend, hiding an upset look and smiles as best as possible and replies, “Oh no, it’s ok…Really. About dinner, I can take care of it by myself tonight, I think. Thanks for the offer though.”

She could instantly see the sad look swelling up in the girl’s eyes, but dissolved away soon after as Ki’alla then declared, “Well…ok, I guess. Then I’ll go see Rift!”

“I wouldn’t do that dear. He’s resting up for later, so let him be for now,” she stops the little one again, and once more, she bears a woeful expression. ‘Oh no…now what do I do? I can’t leave her like this.’

“Ki’alla, what are you doing? Weren’t you getting ready for later tonight like I advised?” Sage’s voice echoes from down the hallway. The kitsune turns to face him, stifling the tears from coming out. Soon after, the Lucario appeared beside her and spoke again, “You are going to be right there beside Rift, as well as the rest of us later. We only have so much time left, so make the most of it before then.”

Still a little torn about not being able to do what she originally wanted to, she gave them a slight smile and nodded in agreement, walking off to her room. “It is rather hard to have to disappoint that one. Anyone else would probably have caved in,” Sage admits, entering the kitchen himself, “So, how did today’s training go?”

“There was a great deal of improvement…and not just on Rift’s end,” she responds, asking a question of her own in turn, “How was the others while we were gone?”

With a sigh, he places his palm on his forehead, rubbing it and replied, “Noisy and troublesome, with Razz being the center of the issue. I was able to take care of it though.”

“Of course…you have a way with words,” Psyla said, with what seemed to be a slight differ in her tone of voice. “Now, would you like to help?”

Uncertain of what help he could be in the kitchen, he surmised she had an idea of what he could do and said, “I have taken care of my duties for the day. Very well…but let’s make sure the little lady doesn’t know of your helper, unless we want to dry her tears.”

The Kirlia nodded in agreement, “Then let’s get to it!”

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Night finally comes around, turning the bright sky into a blanket of darkness, glistening with the many stars and the faint glow of the crescent moon. The tranquil tone of the night, mixed with the surrounding forest, and the lights adorning the dojo gave off a wondrous and captivating charm to the structure. This of which caught a certain person by surprise.

“Oh wow…” Felicity said, with her mouth agape as she stood at the entranceway to the dojo. “It’s beautiful…and much bigger than I imagined!” Stuck in a state of awe, she stared far and long over the features of the building of which she could see, from the beautiful material of the house down to the garden lining the entranceway.

“Uh, ma’am? Sorry to interrupt, but we have a schedule to keep,” her cameraman pointed out, successfully snapping the young lady out of her amazement. He was the only one she wanted and/or needed coming along for the interview. Him, the camera, and the assortment of equipment they may need in the duffle bag he carried.

“Huh? Oh…Oh! You’re right! Sorry, sorry…” she apologized over and over. The man forgiving for her wondering mindset, this time not being the first, they walked up to the front door.

Unlike most modernized buildings, the entrance appeared to lack any automatic features. No automatic door functionality, no security scanners, and strangest of all…no doorbell? Instead, there was just a red tangled cord off to the side, hanging from the ceiling. Curious to see what it did, Felicity reached out and pulled on it gently, resulting in a soft audible ring throughout the area. Seems they do have a doorbell, though quite different from most in the world.

A moment passed as they remained outside the entrance, until they heard footsteps make their way to the doorway and the door slowly opened. Greeting them was none other than Rift, who appeared before them very similar to the day of the revelation–minus the lab coat.

With a hearty smile on his face, he bowed lightly towards them and said, “Welcome to our humble abode. I hope we weren’t hard to find?”

“Not at all. This place is too big and amazingly beautiful to pass by,” she admitted, returning his greeting with a bow of her own. This got a slight chuckle out of Rift, which caught Felicity off guard. Did she say something funny?

“Heh, sorry…it is true, isn’t it? Though I’ve lived here for quite some time now, it is a wondrous structure, huh?” he explained himself, then turning back towards inside and extending his hand outward as to offer something, “How about we go inside and get comfortable before we start?”

A wide smile forming on her face once more, she agreed eagerly as she and her cameraman followed Rift inside.

The hallways and rooms they witnessed as they walked through the building were something to behold. Though nothing seemed to be a wonder of the modern world, it instead held the marvel of that from the past. The polished wooden floors, the material composition of the walls and doors…it was simply astounding, least to someone who has never seen such a thing in person her whole life.

“This has been on my mind since the other day,” Rift spoke up, snapping her out of her observation, “…but haven’t we met before?”

She pondered that thought for a moment. It was certainly possible that she has seen him before, for she has seen a lot of people in her line of work. “Have you ever been through Sinnoh and Jubilife City?”

“Why yes I have,” he answered, pausing a moment to scan over his thoughts. A moment later, it seemed to hit him, “Weren’t you the lady that worked the front desk of Jubilife TV?”

“Huh? Wow, you’re right! You figured that out with just that little bit of information?” she asked, amazed that she had met this man before.

“Yep. I have a really good memory, to the point that I can remember far back into my own childhood clearly. Though I’m surprised you are a reporter now,” he said, as they made their way around a corner into another hallway.

“Heh, I was just recently promoted. It took awhile and required a lot of my time, but I finally snagged the job!” she said cheerfully, that familiar smile still plastered on her face. “It also helped that one reporter was battling with her Pokémon more than actually reporting, heh heh.”

‘She is quite the joyful person,’ Rift thought to himself. “Congratulations. Always good to see your hard work pay off in the end, huh?” he projected his thoughts, finally coming to a stop in front of a double door entrance. “Here we can relax and is a good place for the interview I’d say.”

Sliding the doors open, he offered them to enter first. The room appeared to be their living room. In the middle, there was a small table, lowered to the ground. Surrounding the table was a horseshoe shaped navy blue couch. To the right of the entrance, aligned with the open end of the couch was a flat screen TV embedded into the wall. Opposite the screen were many shelves filled with books.

“Please, be seated. One of my friends should be along any moment to deliver-“

“Something to eat,” Psyla finished his sentence as she appeared in the doorway, holding a tray above her head with her psychic powers. This time, he wasn’t spooked off his feet for he anticipated that she would arrive on time.

Following everyone into the room, she set the tray onto the table. It contained a few cups, a teapot, and slices of cake. Felicity took a seat on near the center of the bend in the couch, while Rift sat closer to the doorway, near the edge of the couch. Felicity’s cameraman sat opposite from him, so he would be able to get a good shot.

“Let me introduce you. This is Psyla,” Rift spoke, nodding towards the Kirlia.

“The pleasure is mine,” she spoke gently, performing a curtsy as she did so.

“My, my, she is so polite…and speaks wonderful English. Can all your Pokémon speak?” Felicity just had to ask.

“Yes they can. Later you can meet with the others if you wish, though we will have two more accompanying us in a moment,” he replied, reaching forward and picked up the pot and poured some tea into four of the cups. Kirlia then stepped over, sat next to Rift, picked up her cup, and took a sip.

“Ma’am, we will be going live in five minutes,” the cameraman announced.

“Ah, yes, thank you,” she thanked her partner, then reaching into the bag beside him, apparently searching for something. While she was busy with this, Sage and Ki’alla finally appeared at the open doorway.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” Sage said aloud, making there presence known, with everyone turning slightly to greet them. Ki’alla stood beside him in a light white blouse with pink frills, complimented by a matching long skirt and sandals. Her light golden hair resembled the regular fashion of a Vulpix. Long strands in front, with three large curls in back, drooping back to the small of her neck, as her tails hung low to the ground.

“H-hello everyone,” Ki’alla greeted them with a slight bow then made her way inside. Rift motioned for her to come over and sit next to him, which she did so though appearing highly nervous.

“What’s wrong Ki? There aren’t as many people here as there was the other day. No need to worry,” he tried to reassure the timid vulpine, holding her hand as she sat down. Her nervousness seemed to have been brushed aside, to only be replaced by a light blush across her face as she stared at the floor. “This will be fun, right?” She nodded gently, continuing to stare downwards.

“Ah ha! Found them!” Felicity announced, finally locating what she was searching for in her bag. She pulled out numerous, small black objects, placed them on the table, and then pinned one onto her shirt. “These are wireless microphones. They are best used during this kind of report, for it would be troublesome with just one handheld microphone.”

Everyone took one and latched it to the appropriate place, except for Sage. He remained at the door, as if he was on look out. Psyla noticed this and levitated one over to him, “Go on, and wear it. They just might ask you a question or two.”

As though it was bother, he grunted and reluctantly took it and lightly attached it to his chest fur, pleased it didn’t pinch him. He still thought that most of the attention would remain on Reyvon and Ki’alla for the most part, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to wear it as a formality, if for no other reason.

“Two minutes,” the cameraman announced.

“Right. Ok, just to make sure everyone is up to speed, this is a live broadcast, in which we will be asking in-depth questions about the league and those involved. There will be a mix of professional and personal questions, though nothing to radical. Just enough to get the basic understanding across,” she recapped the events of the evening, taking a moment to pause and fix herself up a little. “Then later, if we have time, you give us a tour around the mansion. I have only seen a little bit, and it looks amazing!”

Rift just smiled and laughed a little to himself at the complement. The dojo was something he held much pride in, and for many different reasons…most beyond the obvious. It warmed his heart to hear such praise.

“Very well. Is everyone ready?” Rift asked the others, with everyone responding with a confident nod. He then turned to Psyla and asked, “What about the others?”

“They are in front of the other TV, waiting for the program to start,” she reported.

“Ok, we are good to go. Whenever you are ready ma’am,” Rift signaled the go ahead, as Felicity straightened up where she sat and faced the camera.

“Good evening one and all! Felicity here and tonight we have a very special broadcast! Jus the other night, we all witnessed the revelation of the new introduction to the world of Pokémon, the Union League. Now, we bring to you a special live interview with the leader of the UL, straight from their league’s headquarters!” she announces to the viewers, as the camera pans over to Rift, in which he smiles and gives a slight nod to those watching.

“We will be asking many questions of them, later to be followed by an in-depth tour of their fine establishment…That is if we don’t get caught up in our chatter, haha!” she continued, clearly enjoying herself. She then turned towards the others and asked, “How about we start with introductions?”

“I agree. Evening, my name is Rift N. Reyvon, the creator and leader of the Union League,” Rift presented himself, and then motioned towards the others, “Those present are three of my Pokémon friends.”

Psyla, as confident as ever, spoke up first, “Hello. My name is Psyla. It is a pleasure, I’m sure.” She spoke in such a graceful manner and bowed her head, ending her greeting. However, she knew Ki’alla wouldn’t speak up right away and Sage wouldn’t say anything unless attention is placed upon him, so she aided the cameraman and slightly pushed the camera towards the Lucario with her psychic powers.

‘Huh?’ Sage thought, just noticing what had happened, ‘Oh…of course she would get me to speak. Very well then.’ Facing the camera and giving a formal bow, he presented himself directly, “The name is Sage. Pupil of my master Reyvon.”

Rift laughed at this and corrected him, “How many times do I have to tell you? We teach each other, I don’t like being called ‘master’, and we are more like brothers.” This simply made the proud Pokémon blush lightly; feeling slightly embarrassed…though he felt the same way.

“Here we have our last guest. One many people will surely recognize,” Rift took the initiative in introducing Ki’alla. “No need to worry this time. Go ahead.”

Staring at the camera, she appeared to not be as afraid as she was the other day, though still rather nervous. Taking a moment, she gripped Rift’s hand firmly and spoke, “H-hello and good evening. My n-name is Ki’alla. Best regards.”

“Aww, how cute! I’m glad you all could join us today,” Felicity couldn’t help but gush a little. Composing herself once more, she continued, “Now, if you don’t mind I’d like to begin with some personal questions.”

“Very well, what would you like to know?” Rift replied, ready to answer anything.

“Just a few things. For instance, where do you hail from? How old are you? Do you have any hobbies? Things such as this,” she implied, giving many ranges of questions.

“Hmm, ah, well I was born and raised in Oldale Town, a fine little place. Just recently I’ve turned 24. As for hobbies, I like to meditate, read a wide range of material, write small stories and poetry, and I enjoy the company of others. Also, it was noted before that I worked with four of the most famous Pokémon professors. Thanks to those times, I have extensive insight into many different fields of the Pokémon world, so I also enjoy doing research and the like that involve Pokémon. You could say I’m the leading expert on human and Pokémon relations,” he answered confidently, with a hearty laugh to accompany his last statement.

“Speaking of human and Pokémon relations, we understand that the league’s purpose is centered on strengthening the relations we have with them now. Correct?” Felicity relayed her thoughts.

“Indeed, that’s true. The ultimate goal of the league is to bring us closer together, in anyway that may be. We share this planet and we are all equals, and at times this truth is lost. I’m certain anyone who has been keeping up to date with the news for the past few years know what I’m referring to,” Rift replied, what he said churning his insides, as well as Sage’s and Ki’alla’s. Most everyone knew about the general idea of these horrid events, but these three have seen the actual results in person. What they won’t show you on the news, for it’s too much for some to bear.

“You’re referring to the…” Felicity hesitated before she continued, as she looked a little sick in her face at the thought of subject, “…slaughter of Pokémon that begun a few years ago? Also the crimes made against innocent individuals, carried out by groups of people that do not agree with them on an extreme level?”

Rift nodded, and then continued his explanation, “Such things have been on the rise and some acts of hate and prejudice are growing at an alarming rate, and I predict it will rise to become a global problem if something isn’t done. This is just one of the reasons that pushed my thoughts into actions, leading to organizing this league. My other reasons vary, but they all tie together for and aim for great goals. One being, if the league succeeds and grows to be able to compare to that of the other nations leagues, it will surely improve upon such horrid acts, if not bring many to an understanding. This is just one of the major benefits the league can bring.”

Felicity, who obviously looks impressed by the expression of awe on her face, continues on, “Well, you surely have thought this out on a large basis. That’s wonderful, for a league without a strong willed leader taking up such a monumental task would possibly not last long. It is tragic what has been happening, but I know I have faith that you will accomplish our goals!”

Ki’alla at this moment took the time to take a cup of tea and take a sip, which caused Felicity to remember a question she almost forgot to ask, “Oh, speaking of reasons, I asked you at the unveiling what was it that inspired you to create the league. Your response was a varied amount of reasons…but the most intriguing one was the last one you mentioned. You mentioned, with hesitation, of people and Pokémon, and their relationships. Then you brought Ki’alla here out onto the stage, causing quite a stir. May I ask what you meant by what you said and bringing her out?”

Rift knew this would come up eventually, but even still he was uneasy about it. Regardless, he was not going to lie, for if he wants to earn people’s trust, what better way was there to be honest as much as possible, “This will cause some disdain in some, for they feel it’s wrong. Some simply aren’t comfortable with it, ignore it, or attack it…It’s even considered to be extremely forbidden. What I spoke of earlier are some people I met on my travels and the unique relationships they hold with their Pokémon. In short, they were couples.” He hesitated for a moment, while Felicity’s eyes widened greatly as he answered her question. “It was one specific couple that moved my heart and convinced me what they were doing was not wrong, like most would believe.”

Undeniably confused, Felicity tried to form a reply, “W-what…I-I don’t understand…um, t-that is I didn’t k-know that you supported…” She stopped herself, took a moment to regain her composure, and then tried to continue once more, “W-would you care to elaborate on this and possibly shed some light to what you mean?”

Rift smiled slightly and pressed on, “Surely. To those watching, please listen carefully…for this is a serious matter. I do not wish for me, or anyone else, to be condemned due to a lack of understanding. If you still want to follow through with your actions and protests…well, I have said my peace. Now, more so than most think, many people fall in love with their Pokémon companions, or the Pokémon fall in love with their partners. Some is as innocent as if it were like a child admiring a hero. Some lead to the case of a cherishing the other like a family member. Then…the ones that become more than more than friends and become lovers. Lovers that are hated, even hunted down in the world, as if it were a crime. What people forget is that Pokémon are highly sentient beings, and therefore can make decisions on their own. As such, they can accept the feelings of a human or seek if out for themselves.”

It was here that Felicity was able to settle her nerves slightly, listening carefully to his explanation. She was not truly convinced otherwise of what she has been taught, but what he is saying makes sense and has made her thoughts begin to wonder. Though she has begun to ease into his speech, his Pokémon partners, Ki’alla especially, become even tenser.

Rift calmly continues with his speech, “It’s actually really sad that those truly in love can not pursue their feelings…no matter what the situation is. The same can be brought up in relation to the gay community, yet the issue that stops that for being a good counter argument is the fact that they are humans. My take on this is that surely not all Pokémon can have relations with humans, some for obvious reasons, and others for they simply can not connect to humans on the right emotional level. Those that can however are similar, yet not limited, to the likes of Gardevoir and Lucario, humanoid Pokémon. Finally, do understand that all couples that I’ve seen are consensual. These people are truly happy and show the utmost benefit that the league can bring, if one so chooses. Here, it’s a safe haven for those that wish to express themselves this way, but to those that do not understand and/or do not wish to go that far…there is nothing to worry or fear if you join. It is simply and option to those willing, not a requirement.”

“Amazing…” is the only word that could come to her after that heartfelt explanation. Finding herself once more, she then resumed, “I… I think I understand what you mean. Not to mention why many would be against the potential the league could bring to light in some…and especially to those of certain beliefs. You are a very compassionate person Mr. Reyvon. Though, I still don’t understand…why did Ki’alla have to come onto the stage?”

“For two reasons. One, she wanted to support me and the league…and to test the world. Simply by walking out, for all those watching to see, something clicked in the minds of the people. It was either a thought of content, confusion, or hatred. Not at her, but at me and what I was doing…and without so much of a just word of explanation from me. After I spoke, the ones of hatred lashed out at me. Those of confusion added fuel to the fire, though not on purpose. While the content didn’t speak up for they most likely didn’t want to become targets of the verbal assault. She then silenced them with her determination and wishes. There was no hate, just a need to understand what was happening. This may happen a lot in the future, for this will not be easy for some to take.”

“Understandably so…but aren’t you worried, or even afraid or what could-”

She stopped mid-sentence, noticing a dramatic change in his expression and the air around him. The resolved look and calm feel around him shifted into that of displeasure and frustration. She was about to ask what was wrong, only to have Sage speak up instead, “Reyvon, I trust you feel that?”

“Unfortunately, I do,” he replied, in a rather strict tone. “I’m sorry…but it seems we have some unwanted guests, so the interview will be cut short.”

“They are located by the edge of the Ilex forest. Shall I go?” Sage inquired, now standing at the ready.

“Not just you, we are all going. Razz. Wade. Zen. Meet us there,” he commanded, knowing they were still watching the broadcast. Getting up to leave, he looked back at Felicity, “You may come if you wish, but please do be careful. We do not know of their intentions…”

She nodded slightly, unsure of what was going on, but she knew one thing for sure. This story wasn’t over and it seemed that she wouldn’t want to miss what was coming next! As she began to follow them, she motioned for the cameraman to follow along.

Leaving the room, they steadily made their way down the hallway, opposite the one they entered the house from earlier. Turning the corner, three other Pokémon came down the stairs to meet them, obviously the ones Rift had called. They soon came upon another doorway, which Rift and Sage opened without haste…only to reveal an empty clearing that stretched from the side of the building into the forest, closed off on the remaining sides by two other structures. Felicity and her cameraman stationed themselves behind the others, keeping an open view on the area.

“We know you are there. Reveal yourselves,” Rift demanded with authority, his tone strict and non-wavering.

Slowly, multiple people emerged from the forest. Each of them wore a pair of grey slacks, black boots, a deep yellow sash and arm bands, and an emerald green, long sleeve shirt. All, except a tall man who wore a green sash and black shirt instead. As they stepped into the light of the house, the identity of the intruders became clear from the pendants they wore around their neck. A golden triangle rounded and slightly bent inside a gold circle, with a small rectangular emerald patch on each point. Jirachians.

This was certainly unusual to see them here, but it wasn’t highly unexpected. The religion known as Jirachism is mainly centered and followed in Hoenn, and is only lightly spread out over the other nations. Though there are many religions in the world, the Jirachians were the most radical thus far. They oppose such things as the usage of Dark-type Pokémon, gay marriage, and of course human Pokémon relations that are even the slightest bit indecent, or close to it. Most in the public eye approach these issues in the manner of protests and attempting to push their ideals in anyway possible without resulting to extremes. Sadly, there are those in all organizations that will cross the line and attack, and even kill, those that do not cooperate with their beliefs.

He knew there would be opposition to confront, with the Jirachians surely on the list of likely protesters. Being the first however is the only surprise of it and they acted so quickly. The majority of their radicals are also located in Hoenn, so they must have acted shortly after he revealed the league to the world.

“Why are you here?” Rift continued, wanting nothing more than to get this done and over with.

“Well, you see we lost our invitation to this little event, and we running late. We didn’t want to disturb anyone so we thought of coming in through another way. Looks like it didn’t work,” the opposed leader of the group, the one in the black shirt, spoke up with a smirk and self-pleasing chuckle.

“I fail to see the humor. Now, I ask again, and I warn you it had better be good. Why are you here?” he said, making it clear that he was in no mood for such lackluster comments.

The man walked into the center of the clearing, pointed at him in disgust, and proclaimed, “Ok mister big shot. It’s simple really. What you stand for is a sin! It’s sick and simply disgusting! All that fancy talk was nothing but a load of crap made to deceive everyone why you made this so called league. It’s horrid and we are here to shut you down!”

Rift was ready to reply and make his stand towards this close minded person, yet unexpectedly, Ki’alla spoke instead, “Please sir, try to understand that we don’t mean any harm to anyone. We aren’t deceiving anyone …We just want to help people.” As she tried to talk to him, she slowly walked towards the man, Rift at the ready to back her up, “Please, give us a chance to explain…We only want-”

Just as she was close enough, the man quickly took what seemed like a major advantage just walking towards him and grabbed Ki’alla, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in close so she couldn’t escape. Rift and the others, shocked at this upset made ready to move in, but he stopped them in their tracks as he pulled a dagger from his boot and held it close to her face. Confused and scared, tears began to run down the frightened Vulpix’s face as she begins to sob uncontrollably.

“To be honest, I thought we would have to attack you with our Pokémon to accomplish our goal here…but it seems a greater opportunity just walked into our grasps,” he taunted them, laughing wickedly all the while.

‘Damn it! I shall not let this fool get away with this!’ Rift thought, furious at his own fault for allowing Ki’alla to slip by him like that and be captured so easily. He stared into Ki’alla eyes from where he stood, seeing the pain and fear in her eyes, the tears flowing from her eyes. There was no way he would let this pass in a peaceful manner like he had hoped upon. This moron just tossed that right out of the window.

{Psyla, Razz, Wade, and Zen! I want you to cover the four corners of the area and cut off their means of escape!}, he communicated with them through his thoughts, snapping his fingers to initiate the command. In an instant, Psyla and Razz moved to the corners of the clearing behind the mob, cutting off their exit. Wade and Zen move to the inner corners, blocking any attempt to gain any more of an advantage.

“Sage, protect Felicity and her co-worker,” he ordered and Sage complied by using Protect, creating a barrier in front of them. He could sense the silent rage flowing under the collected appearance Rift was putting up.

“I don’t know what you are up to mister high and mighty, but it ain’t going to work! You seem to forget, I have the upper hand here!” he tried to remind him, but Rift didn’t so much as move.

“P-please let me go! I don’t know w-why you’re so mad at us! But, I…I just…” Ki’alla pleaded with the man, trying her best to escape.

“Shut up already, ya freak!” he yelled, letting go of her waist and using the same hand, slapping her hard across the face, dropping her to the ground hard. Not to let his trump card get away, as well as leave himself open, he dropped down near her and held the knife close to her face once more. Her crying had quieted down, but the tears came out faster than ever…and the silent anger under Rift’s unmoving form began to come to the surface.

“You are all out of your damn minds! Don’t you see what you’re doing is just sick! Everything is just fine, until you crazies try to make things “better”. Well, not on my watch!” the man yelled in anger, showing the depths of his disturbed mind. Regardless if someone is right or wrong…this is certainly not the way you go about addressing it. Rift was sure to make this clear.

At this time, the rest of the mob spread out around their leader. Sadly for them, this meant nothing to the enraged league leader. Closing his eyes, he took a stance by spreading his footing out, and gripping his hands into fists, placing them at his sides. He focused his energy for only a moment then unleashed it.

In a flash, Rift vanished from where he stood and a second later, appeared behind the Jirachian leader, staring down upon him with fiercely glowing blue eyes, and said in a low, grueling tone, “I warned you…but of course you didn’t listen. Did you?”

The man, frozen in horror and by some unknown force, stared deep into his eyes and dropped the knife. The mob, realizing what was going on tried to help, but were rendered helpless as Razz used Thunder Wave to paralyze them all. This was going to end, and nobody was going to get in Rift’s way.

Rift lifted the man into the air, using his Psychic power, and spoke, “You are a demented man. One who won’t even give a peaceful discussion a chance and comes barging in and taking control with force to meet your goal. Unlike you, I search for peaceful solutions and if it comes to this, non-lethal means to end the conflict. I am the leader of the Union League, a place where everyone can come together and live their lives they are afraid to live among people like you. I will protect them and their Pokémon…something I stake my very life on. Now, though I am non-lethal…punishment will be served so your lesson is driven in and learned!”

With this said, he made good on his word, releasing his psychic hold over him and unleashed a Water Pulse, throwing him towards the forest, leaving him to hit a tree and fall to the ground face first. With business taken care of, Rift knelt down next to Ki’alla, who was still crying and shaken up by what happened. He scooped her off the ground and held her in his arms, trying to calm her down, “Shhh…it’s ok now, he gone. I’m here now, you can relax.” He kept on telling her this as he walked back towards the house, with the others meeting him at the doorway.

Sage took down the barrier and greeted them, as Rift spoke to everyone, “Good job everyone. Sorry about everything that has happened Miss Felicity…we had hoped for a peaceful evening.”

“Oh no, it’s alright…you did what you had to do. Besides, we are ok. Thank you,” she replied, grateful for his concern.

As they gathered themselves after this eventful evening one of the Jirachians tried to contact someone over a personal communicator. No luck, for all he got was static. Another person came out of the forest, yet the only one that worried about it was the Jirachian member.

“I’m sorry, but the people you are trying to reach can not answer you at the moment…for I have already dealt with them,” the person explained, kneeling down to the now scared man. With one swift punch to the gut he fainted, with the new arrival walking towards the others.

“No worries, I took care of their reinforcements and called the authorities. Everything is taken care of,” the person said, it turning out to be Draco. “Glad everyone is alright, more or less.”

“Yeah, we are ok for the most part. I think that’s it for tonight though. Miss Felicity, if you wish, we can continue another day. Perhaps when we gain some new students?” Rift suggested.

“That’s a great idea, thank you very much. Umm, but just so you know…the camera was rolling the entire time. So expect some responses from the media in the future,” she warned him.

“I see. Thanks for informing me. If you will excuse us, I must get this one to bed,” he explained, being careful with the exhausted girl in his arms. He bid them all goodnight and then made way to Ki’alla’s room on the second floor.

Entering her room, he placed her gently on her bed. Patting her head, he thought, ‘What you did wasn’t your fault tonight…you just wanted to help. I’m lucky to have such a person with me.’ Quietly, he tried to make his way out of the room, only to stop as he heard her crying slightly. It pulled at him horribly knowing he couldn’t leave her like that. To comfort her in her sleep, so he pulled up a chair and sat at her bedside. He kisses her on the forehead and whispers, “Thank you for trying Ki. Just be careful next time, ok? I’m not sure what I’d do without you…”

This may only be the beginning of what is to come…but he will do anything to protect it…and her.

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The world has witnessed the first wave of those to oppose the league…and met with Rift’s resolve. How will this broadcast be viewed in the eyes of the people? Regardless, it’s now for all to see…the goals of the Union League will certainly not be easy to achieve…Least, not without a fight!

P.S. – Anyone guess what move Rift used to vanish and reappear before the mob leader?

Note: For those that read “Sinners” you may recognize the Jirachians. They are there naturally since my story is actually a part of that world (makes sense if Slash and Psymakio are to appear), up until a certain point where it splits into a separate world; that of the Union League. Think of it as a separate time line, one that could occur based on if certain actions taking place or not.

2nd Note: This chapter had not been proofread as of yet, so if there are some grammar errors and the like, that is why. Do feel free to note upon them however, for it will help in the long run.