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*****Chapter III: Threshold*****

A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles.

*****

“And in local weather, it looks like Presida City’s going to get plenty of sun today, with almost zero cloud cover. We’ll be right back with the winning lottery numbers after these commercials.”

Jason turned off the TV and put his head back on his pillow. Poochyena had moved up to his chest in the night and he idly scratched her belly while he stared at the ceiling. Riolu was draped over his right arm and Ralts clung protectively to his leg.

He looked at the clock; six fifty-eight. His battle at the Gym was in a matter of hours. Jason reached over to the nightstand and looked over his Pokédex. Ralts and Poochyena were strong enough to take on a pair of Flying-types, unless the Leader had something up his sleeve.

“Time to wake up, guys,” Jason said, shaking his Pokémon off his body. He dislodged Poochyena and Riolu, who woke up, but Ralts stayed fixed to his thigh. Even when he saw Ralts sneak a look at him, the little Psychic-type refused to wake up. He continued feigning sleep until Poochyena went up to him and began nibbling on his arm. Ralts shrieked and frantically backed away, and would have fallen off the bed if Riolu hadn’t stopped him. He looked fearfully at Jason.

“She tried to eat me!”

“Early bird gets the worm,” Jason said, pulling them all into a hug. “Big day, guys. We’ll have some breakfast and then head over to the Gym.”

“What kind of Pokémon will there be?” Riolu asked.

“Flying-types,” Jason said after some hesitation. Riolu let out a deep breath. “You won’t be fighting today, Riolu. It’s going to be two Pokémon each. And you’ll get to see how Ralts and Poochyena do on their own.”

“I was curious about how they battle.”

“Do you three think you can keep from destroying anything while I get us breakfast?” Jason asked. They all nodded. “All right, I’ll be right back. Stay out of trouble.”

He went out the door and closed it behind him. As soon as he was gone, Ralts scooted next to Riolu and away from Poochyena, causing the pup to groan.

“Is there anything I can do to convince you that I’m not going to attack you?” she asked.

“No.”

Poochyena sighed and put her head on the sheets. “Do you know why we hunt psychics? Because that’s how it is. I don’t want to eat other Pokémon, but that’s what there is to eat. Jason keeps me fed, so I’m not hungry for you.” Ralts opened his mouth to interject, but Poochyena cut him off. “And even if I didn’t get enough food I wouldn’t try to eat you, because we’re teammates. You both are my new family now. And we don’t eat family. All right?”

Ralts stepped away from Riolu, slightly embarrassed, when Poochyena pounced and easily pinned him to the ground. He squirmed and tried to wrestle away, but she was much stronger. Riolu got to his feet, but then Poochyena began to lick Ralts. His screams became laughs as Poochyena slid her tongue across his head and arms. Riolu sat back down and Poochyena stepped off Ralts.

He got back up, still smiling. “See?” Poochyena asked. “You don’t even taste that good.”

She sat down on the bed and Ralts hugged her, ignoring the coldness of her fur on his skin and wrapping his arms tightly around her. Poochyena lifted a paw and placed it on his back while Ralts looked over to Riolu. “Come on!”

“That’s all right, I’ll leave you two lovers to your moment,” he said, pulling his legs into a meditative stance.

“Lovers!”

Ralts noticed how warm Poochyena was becoming and released her. She stood up and growled at Riolu. “We aren’t lovers, understand?”

“You could have fooled me.”

“Riolu, she’s not going to let this go,” Ralts said, putting one hand on her back.

“Fine.” Riolu uncrossed his legs and looked at Poochyena with mock apologetic eyes. “I’m so, so sorry for thinking you were lovers.”

Poochyena sat back down. “Don’t make that mistake again.”

Ralts felt a small pain in his chest, but kept it to himself. Riolu got up and pulled Poochyena into another hug. “I’ll be your lover instead!”

Poochyena tried to wriggle away, but as strong as she was, Riolu was stronger. He rocked her back and forth, going on about how happy they would be while she tried biting his arm. Ralts watched and felt the same pain in his chest grow stronger and extend to the rest of his body. After a few seconds his head felt as though it would split in two, and he released it in a violent burst of psychic energy. Riolu flew off the bed, while Poochyena stayed sitting, quite unaffected. Ralts rushed over to her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, he was just being stupid,” she said, rubbing her head on his arm. “But thank you.”

“See?” Riolu climbed back onto the bed, rubbing a bruise between his ears. “You do care about each other. You care more about her than me. There’s your love.”

Neither of them had a chance to respond, because just then Jason returned with a tray full of food. Their differences forgotten, the Pokémon knocked their Trainer aside to clamber up the chair and get to the tray Jason had put on the desk.

“Hey, who messed up all the pillows? And why does Riolu have a bruise on his head?”

*****

“So how do you get them all out?”

Dr. Curtis took the Mass Ball from Xavier and they went into another room of the laboratory. “As I tried to explain to Ms. Cole last week, Dr. Bedear and I created a small simulacrum of the storage system, allowing us to recombine each captured Pokémon individually. This is the machine.”

Dr. Curtis showed Xavier a large contraption in the corner of the room. It was made of several segments of a cylinder, each of which had several Pokéballs inserted into grooves on the upper surface. Wires curled around several steel beams that held the structure together, weaving between the cylinder segments, a cradle where the Mass Ball was to be placed, and a laptop on a nearby desk.

“It’s a very crude simulation of the system,” Dr. Curtis said, placing the Mass Ball in its cradle. “Based off old designs we had for the Hoenn structure. With the processing power we have, only a dozen or so Pokémon can be transferred at once. Would you care to start it up?”

“Sure.” Xavier pressed a button on the computer and the machine began humming. “Send the documentation on this whole system to my computer, will you? It’s fascinating.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll let the director know how many we’ve got as soon as the machine finishes.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know why Richard needs all these Psychic-types, would you?”

“No, sir. He won’t tell anyone about it.”

Xavier left the lab and dialed his brother on a wall phone in the hallway. “The Psychic-type numbers should be coming soon. Curtis is working his magic.”

“An invaluable man, Curtis,” Richard said. “We have a small operation primed for tomorrow, if you’re interested. I’ll send the details to your screen.”

“What about Erica?”

“I’m not sure this is her cup of tea,” Richard said. “But I’ll see what she says. I do need a few extra administrators on site. Anything else?”

“No, I’ll see you at mess tonight.”

“Goodbye then, Xavier.”

Richard hung up the phone and turned to the wall-height window behind his desk. It overlooked the docks set on the north ocean, where the crew of a small schooner was unloading a crate. His own men took over, moving it under a crane and fastening ropes to it.

His phone rang. “Yes?”

“Shipment’s arrived, sir,” the dockmaster said. “Our suppliers want their payment.”

“Is that their entire group?”

“I think so, sir.”

“Kill the crew. Take their boat out with an escort and scuttle it.”

“Yes, sir.”

*****

The Presida City Gym stretched up past the rest of the city’s skyline, sitting majestically at the heart of the central district. Most of the exterior of the upper levels were glass, showing that the tower contained only a single interior structure, a massive wood pillar with countless branches and birdhouses attached to it. Some of the glass panes were open, and Flying-types came and went freely.

“Don’t worry, they’re not all this big,” Jason said to Ralts, who was visibly awed by the building.

“It’s huge!” Ralts said, squirming out of Jason’s arms for a better look.

“Yeah, but the League building is even bigger. Taller, wider, deeper…but that’s because of how the battles there are set up. You don’t have to worry about that, we’re just having a one-on-one battle today. That Wing Badge is as good as ours.”

“Yeah!”

In contrast with the titanic appearance from the street, the front lobby was small and comfortable, with armchairs lining the walls and a pretty girl at the receptionist’s desk. A Pidgey sat on a small roost in the corner and chirped happily.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked, not looking up from her computer.

“I have a nine o’clock battle with Swath,” Jason said, going up to the desk and presenting his Trainer’s license. The girl took it and swiped it through a machine hooked up to the computer.

“This is your first Gym battle?”

“Yes.”

She handed back his license. “All right, I’ll call you when Swath’s ready.”

Jason sat in one of the armchairs and Ralts climbed up to his shoulder. “She wasn’t very nice.”

“Maybe she’s busy,” Jason said quietly, scratching Ralts’ back. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet plenty of other girls. Some—hey, did they say Greenpeak?”

He turned his attention to the television in the far corner of the room. “…reports of large numbers of Grass-type Pokémon in the forests surrounding Greenpeak Mountain, with the highest concentrations on the summit itself,” the newscaster said. “They appear to be most active during the early morning before retreating into their nests and dens, making them illegal to catch. When we return: Kodia City chef Nadira Curtis reveals her secret for great-tasting kabsa spices!”

“Hmm,” Jason said. “We might not have another chance to get a Grass-type for a while. Think we should go tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” Ralts said as he played with Jason’s hair. “But it would be fun to go.”

The door opposite the entrance opened and two young men emerged, one with a Staraptor on his falconer’s glove, and the other holding a Wing Badge. Ralts yelped when he saw the bird and nearly fell from Jason’s shoulder.

“That’s some Luxray you’ve got,” the man with the Staraptor said. “Is that your last Badge?”

“One more to go,” the other one said. “I’m catching a boat down to Redrock Town later for the Core Badge.”

“Good luck, I think her Rhyperior is ranked up with the Elite Four now.”

The second man left and the Staraptor’s owner turned to the receptionist. “Mira, is my next appointment here?”

“He’s five feet away, Swath. Nimbus is blocking your view.”

Swath turned the other way and saw Jason. He went over to him and extended a hand. “Jason? I’m Swath. Nice to meet you, Professor Bayberry said I should expect a Trainer with a Ralts.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Jason said, shaking his hand.

“You can go on into the arena, I just have to run over to the Pokémon Center and get my team healed. Nimbus took quite a beating, didn’t he?”

The Staraptor ruffled its feathers. “I’m fighting that?” Jason asked.

“Not unless you have seven or eight badges. I have different teams depending on how experienced the challenger is. Not everyone can challenge the Gyms in a set order, yeah? I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Swath left, and Jason scooped Ralts from his shoulder and went into the arena. He saw that the wooden pillar extending into the tower was set just over the battle floor, supported by dozens of crossbeams and tension wires. An ancient referee sat at a table in front of the bleachers next to his Medicham, which waved Jason over.

“I’m Jason Sato,” he said to the referee. He didn’t respond. “Hello?”

‘He’s asleep,’ the Medicham said mentally, ‘And only here because the League demands that a human be present. I’ll be officiating the match. Please put any Pokémon you plan to use in their Pokéballs and place them here, and then fill out this form.’

Medicham slid a paper and pencil to Jason. He returned Ralts and put his and Poochyena’s Pokéballs on the tray Medicham indicated. It chirped, and displayed their levels on a small screen on the side. Jason filled out the rules for a single battle with two Pokémon and returned it to Medicham. It made a few marks of its own on the form and returned his Pokéballs. Medicham didn’t indicate that it needed anything else, so Jason took up his spot in the challenger’s box on one side of the arena.

It was only when he released Ralts and Poochyena that the adrenaline began surging. The colors of the floor and walls became more vivid; his Pokémon’s breathing was louder. He waved his hand in front of his face to see if it seemed slower than it was.

“Are you okay?” Poochyena asked.

“Yeah, just…it’s finally happening,” Jason said, petting them both. “I’ve waited eighteen years to be here.”

“We won’t let you down,” Ralts said, hugging his leg.

“Just do your best and we’ll be walking out of here with that Badge.”

Jason hopped on his toes while Ralts and Poochyena walked across the arena, getting the feel of the ground. He made sure Riolu’s Pokéball had the sensory perception on and began wondering where he was going to put his Badges. He made up his mind to buy a case from the store when he noticed Mira, the receptionist, sitting in the bleachers, holding a sign. He nodded to her and she turned up her sign with an uninterested stare: GO SWATH

“Tough crowd,” he said, and heard the doors open.

Swath strolled in, releasing his Staraptor into the nests overhead. He looked over the sheet Jason had filled out at the official’s table and put two of his own Pokéballs on the tray in front of the Medicham. It nodded and Swath took them to the far end of the arena, where he stood and faced Jason. Ralts and Poochyena hurried back to their Trainer’s side.

“Let’s get started,” he said, and threw a Pokéball into the air.

Ralts jumped forward as a Tailow emerged from the Pokéball. “Hit it with Confusion,” Jason said. “Don’t let it get too close.”

Tailow cut high into the air, narrowly dodging the first psychic wave. It hovered vertically for a moment, pulled a hard loop and shot down like a bullet, straight at Ralts.

“Send it off course! Confuse it!”

Ralts mustered all the energy he could and directed it upward, visibly distorting the air and hitting the speeding Tailow, who had sacrificed too much maneuverability for speed. It spun off course and spiraled all the way to the ground, recovering only inches from the floor. Tailow got itself level while its talons scraped the dirt. As it prepared to make another pass, Ralts extended the small claws on his hands and steadied himself.

“Wing Attack,” Swath called.

Tailow’s wings began to glow and it flew around the perimeter of the arena, the Medicham watching carefully to make sure it stayed within bounds. Ralts crouched defensively as Tailow grew closer. Poochyena leaned forward to get a better look. Tailow swiped at Ralts with its wing, just as Ralts’ hands shot up and raked his opponent. Blood trickled from Tailow’s wing and Ralts’ chest. Ralts wavered for a moment under Medicham’s watchful eye, and then sank to his knees. Medicham put up a barrier between the two sides of the arena, and then Tailow collapsed as well. Both Trainers recalled their Pokémon.

‘Release your final Pokémon,’ Medicham said. Poochyena stepped forward and barked, while Swath tossed his second Pokéball with a grimace.

A Woobat emerged, and only had time to survey the arena before Poochyena jumped up and tackled it to the ground. She went into a frenzy, scratching and biting the Woobat until Medicham had to run into the arena and pull her away. The Woobat keeled over and fainted from its wounds. Swath recalled it and Poochyena trotted back to Jason’s side.

“You’re lucky Ralts didn’t see that,” Jason said.

‘The challenger is victorious,’ Medicham said, and returned to the official’s table. Mira slowly put her sign down. Swath took something from his pocket and went across the field to Jason.

“That was a real curb stomp, yeah? Here you go.” Swath handed Jason a Wing Badge. “Professor Bayberry said you were training a diverse team.”

“Just helping them get stronger.”

“Oh, and you get this,” Swath said, producing a small disc from his vest pocket. “Technical Machine eighty-eight, Pluck. And you get some money…which I’m a little short on right now. I have some, but the League hasn’t sent my stipend for the month yet. Tell you what: why don’t you come by tonight for dinner? I make a mean Grumpig.”

“That sounds good,” Jason said, pocketing his winnings. “What time should I come by?”

“We’ll eat around seven. I’ll leave the door open.”

*****

Out of the nothingness of beginning did come Arceus, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.

So did Arceus rein Chaos into Order, and He created the Lords of Space, Time and Void. They retreated from the sight of Him, for they were not worthy to look upon Him, and hide themselves still.

The universe took shape as space expanded and time flowed. Arceus forged the stars and the planets, and on Earth did he turn His gaze. Out of His will sprung the Lords of Land, Sea and Air, and they did craft the world.

Into the first humans and Pokémon did He breathe life, and He created the Lords of Life and Death to rule them. Humanity loved Him, and He loved humanity, but then came a rift.

What was once one became two, ripped apart by the evil of imperfect men. Arceus saw this Black and White that had once been whole, and wept.

And thus He turned his wrath on humanity, vowing to spare not a single life and never rest until His Pokémon could walk on an earth free of humans.

It was only when an order of monks stepped forward that Arceus was convinced that there was still good in the human heart. He looked upon the destruction He had wrought, and had the monks seal him behind the very forces of nature he had created. He waits now, sealed behind the four locks of the Earth, Air, Fire and Water Gems, for humanity to release him with the diamond keys and command Him as they see fit.

Jason looked at the old copy of the Arcean Verses beneath the glass. He moved on to examine the other exhibits in the museum and noticed four gems on small platforms. An emerald, a pearl, a ruby and a sapphire gleamed under an elaborate lighting arrangement.

‘A representation of the Earth, Air, Fire and Water Gems from The Sealing of Arceus,’ Jason read from the exhibit’s card.

Ralts’ head drifted against his. “Oh, sorry.”

“You tired, buddy?” Jason asked.

“Little bit,” he said. “This is human stuff.”

“You thought the Aerodactyl skeleton was pretty cool.”

“I guess. Can I go in my ball? I don’t want to fall off your shoulder.”

“Sure.”

Jason recalled Ralts and walked over to a large tapestry map of the Sedera region. He found Presida City on the west coast and followed the road south to Gemsea Town on the southern coast.

“I could take a boat to Callport City,” he said quietly, “Or down to Redrock Town, in the Gulf. Have to hit them both for the Gyms. Ah, I’ll decide later.”

He walked over to a sculpture of an ancient king and lost himself in the history.

*****

The horizon was whittling away the lower part of the sun when Jason returned to the Gym. He opened the door and went into the empty lobby. Beyond the back door the arena was similarly deserted, the bleachers pushed back towards the walls for the night. At the far end of the room was the entrance to the living quarters, and he buzzed the intercom after crossing the battle floor.

“Jason?” the voice on the intercom said.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“I’m in the kitchen, I’ll let you in.”

The door buzzed, and Jason opened it and slipped inside. He found himself in a small corridor with pleasant smells wafting in from the kitchen to his right. Another door opened on the other side of the hall and the Gym’s cute receptionist poked her head out.

“Hi,” Jason said. She disappeared back behind the door without a word. “Okay then.”

He went into the kitchen, where Swath was running all over the room, flipping the meat on the stove, cutting onions, mixing sauce, and shooing a Rufflet on the counter away from the food.

“Need a hand?”

“Hey there, Jason. Sorry it’s such a mess in here, I was going to start dinner an hour ago, but I took a nap and…overslept. I could get this done faster if I didn’t have to keep Rufflet away from everything, are you good with Flying-types?”

“One way to find out,” Jason said, and offered his forearm to the Rufflet. He inspected it closely, probed it with his tongue, and finally rubbed his head against it. He hopped onto Jason’s arm and away from the meat on the counter.

“Great, now I can focus.” Jason stroked the feathers on Rufflet’s head and he squawked appreciatively. “Your Poochyena’s a strong scrapper, Woobat didn’t even know what happened. What other Pokémon do you have?”

“Just a Riolu I caught the other day. I didn’t think he’d be good for today’s battle.”

“Only the three, huh? I wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

Swath tossed a rag into the sink across the room. “I owe you a thousand bucks, and I’ll get it to you if you’re still in town when my stipend comes. Dinner’s not much to make up for the delay.”

“It’s fine, I’ll be training outside town for a week or so before I head south,” Jason said.

“How’d you like to take Rufflet with you?” Swath asked.

Rufflet chirped and stretched his wings. “But he’s yours, I couldn’t take him away.”

“I just got him a month ago, and he’s spent most of that time in the aviary. An old girlfriend in Unova sent him to me, and I have way too many Flying-types sitting around here as it is. Rufflet are restless, he won’t want to be cooped up in here, and I don’t want to think about how much damage he could cause if I released him and he evolved.”

“Well…” Jason stroked Rufflet’s beak and he looked up at the Trainer. “He does seem to like me. And I did want to get something that could fly. All right, I’ll take him.”

“Great. His Pokéball’s around here somewhere, here it is. Why don’t you introduce him to your other Pokémon later? I’m sure Riolu would love to meet him. For now—” Swath set a stack of Grumpig chops on the table with a dramatic flourish. “Dinner is served. Mira! Come and eat!”

“Your receptionist lives with you?” Jason asked, remembering seeing her for an instant before. He recalled Rufflet.

“Mira’s my cousin. I took her in after—hey, kiddo.”

Jason turned and saw Mira in the doorway. Half of her face was hidden behind silky brown hair, but the one blue eye he saw stared at Jason. She wore a loose blue sweatshirt and matching pants. “Oh. You’re still here.”

“I invited Jason for dinner, remember?”

“If I remembered I wouldn’t have said anything.” Mira pulled out a chair and began twirling her fork on her placemat.

“Well, dig in, the rolls should be done in a minute.”

Jason sat down across from Mira and surveyed the stack of meat. He spotted the best cut under a few inferior specimens, and went in with his fork on the side to grab it without moving the chops on top. His fork had just pierced the tender meat when it slid away, out of the pile and onto Mira’s plate. She smirked to herself when he speared a smaller piece.

“So what’s Professor Bayberry been up to?” Swath asked, sitting down and taking a chop for himself. “I haven’t been up to see him in ages.”

“I know he got a paper published in that one journal he always reads,” Jason said, trying to remember the name. “I think it’s called Arbor. And he had a break-in a few nights ago.”

“What?” Mira asked.

“I called him yesterday and he told me someone broke in and stole his last two Pokémon. And his assistant’s missing.”

“That’s a bum streak,” Swath said, buttering a roll. “What are your plans?”

“I want to hit the two Gyms south of here and then go up to Darsky City,” Jason said. “Are you a Trainer, Mira?”

“She has her license,” Swath said, “But she refuses to use any of the Flying-types to help her catch a Pokémon of her own.”

“Why don’t you have your hero Professor Bayberry ship me one?” She snapped back.

“Hey, the guy was like a father to me—”

Swath’s head lurched forward slightly, as if to retrieve his words, but to no avail. Mira shot out of her chair, fresh tears in her eyes, and ran from the room. Swath hung his head in his hands. “That was a dick move of mine, yeah?” he muttered.

“What just happened?” Jason asked, mouth still half-full.

“She lost both of her parents a few months ago. Arceus, that was a stupid thing to say.”

“Maybe I should go,” Jason said.

“Yeah. Sorry about this, man. I’ll send the rest of your winnings along to the Pokémon Center as soon as they get here. I’ll wrap you some food for you and your Pokémon; I’m not that hungry anymore.”

Swath took the lion’s share from each dish and piled it all on a plate, which he wrapped and pushed into Jason’s hands. He stood at the counter, head held low, until Jason left and slipped out of the apartment.

But the arena was not empty. Jason heard muffled crying from the other end of the room, and when he crossed the battle floor he saw a shapeless blue mass shaking on the ground against the bleachers.

She noticed him, then quickly buried her face in her shirt. “Get out.”

“Swath didn’t mean to say that,” Jason said, taking a step towards her. She slid closer to the wall. “He feels awful.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You don’t know what this is like.”

“No, I don’t. But I lost my mom,” Jason said, trudging up old, unhappy, far-off things. “She died right in front of me when I was four. And my dad’s probably disowned me by now, if he’s even noticed that I’m gone.”

“Yeah, yeah, misery loves its company. Spare me your sob story, I’ve got enough of my own.”

“Why don’t you come with me to Greenpeak Mountain tomorrow morning?” Jason asked. “Look for a few Grass-types, take your mind off things. I’ll even buy you lunch.”

Mira looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. “You’d spend the whole day with a stranger? How do you know I’m not some psycho bitch?”

“Psycho bitches don’t let on that they’re psycho bitches,” Jason said, offering her his hand.

She hesitated, mulling it over, and then stood up with his help. “Fine. I’ll meet you at the Pokémon Center at six tomorrow morning. But if you try anything in the forest—” She pulled herself next to Jason, her lips brushing against his— “It’s not your Pokéballs I’ll crush.”

“Fair enough,” Jason said.

“Great!” Mira let go of him, pecked him on the cheek, and skipped back to the apartment. “See you tomorrow!”

Someone’s off their meds, Jason thought.

*****

Jason’s room in the Pokémon Center was active well after dark. Rufflet proved amiable to the rest of the team, and even won over Riolu by flying him around the room a few times. Ralts and Poochyena had settled the morning’s quarrel, and were just discovering the world of television when Jason finally called an early night.

“Aww,” all four Pokémon said.

“Come on now, I let you guys eat that nice meal that Swath prepared for me, and we have an early morning. And I don’t want you two watching so much TV, you’ll get addicted. Rufflet, there’s a post over there you can sleep on, or you can go in your Ball if you like.”

Rufflet flew up to the post in the corner of the room and closed his eyes, turning still except for the rise and fall of his breast. Ralts, Poochyena and Riolu all curled up on the bed next to Jason and sleep came easily enough, each wondering what they would find atop Greenpeak Mountain in the morning.
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