Chapter 10: A Truthful Meeting

Just as Sylvie and Laura approached Nacrene City, Laura came to a screeching halt, eyes fearful.
"What is it?" asked Sylvie, looking back at Laura.
"I-if I leave the woods, the humans will kuh-capture me... Just go ahead. I'm having second thoughts. Don't worry, I'll follow you throughout the Unova Region." stuttered Laura.
Sylvie rolled her eyes.
"Don't be a scardey-Purrloin, Laura, that's ridiculous! Humans don't have a one-track mind!"
"Buh-but I saw my family captured by the malicious Team Plasma. I have since believed all humans think we are tools."
"No way, Laura! They feed us and pet us! Pokemon and humans team up because they share a strong desire for victory! We don't have to battle if we wish not to!" replied Sylvie.
"Even then, they will try. As a Sinnoh Pokemon, I am rare to them. I'll just follow you with stealth." said Laura, expression dark. All the while, Kennedy hobbled as a spirit Pokemon, moving ahead of them surprisingly fast.
Sylvie sighed.
"Fine, if you insist. I just don't want to lose a link to my past so soon." sighed Sylvie.
Laura snorted.
"No criminal organization can catch me. Just go, I'll be fine."
As Laura padded into the brush, Sylvie looked behind her as Kennedy advanced far ahead, then darted over concrete path.

When Sylvie got to Lindsey, she was holding Zachary's Basic Badge and polishing it as Zachary told her all about his match with Lenora.
"...and then, the schoolgirl told me that the answer was a locomotive! Since when did people start to use cars when there aren't a lot of roads for cars?" was all Sylvie heard, as she got back very slowly due to her bickering with Laura.
Ani was panting in a corner, tending to her own Pokemon and glaring at the two Trainers.
"I guess I'll find the legendary Mega-Stone that is said to give Pokemon immense power..." growled Ani.
Sylvie raised a fluffy eyebrow at Kennedy.
"Kennedy? Wasn't she supposed to be on our side now?" asked the Sylveon.
Kennedy rolled her green eyes.
"My bad. I meant she was DEFEATED, not recruited. Sorry." sighed Kennedy. "The Sylveon is sooooo naive."
Before Sylvie could reply, though, they quieted down as they heard Lindsey and Zachary talking, unaware that Ani was darting out the door with her own Pokemon.
"Would this be enough to get both of us into the league? These badges are infused with jewels that are analyzed by the delicate machinery there. Woe is me if I can't get in, I've dreamed for almost a decade to enter the Unova League and become Champion, the wisest one chosen to lead Unova with his Pokemon." asked Lindsey nervously.
"Re-lax." said Zachary. "I'll find a way to get us both in. Right now we should move on quickly, because Team Plasma is too troublesome to ignore. Besides, Lenora agreed to get us in no matter what."
Lindsey sighed, adjusting her cap.
"Fine, then, if you insist. Your father told us at the beginning that we should be careful, despite police officers protecting us along the routes where Pokemon roam free and that there is free medical care due to large taxes from retired Trainers." sighed Lindsey.
All of their master's Pokemon were out in the museum, being healed and checked on by the police officers and nurses that came to the crime scene. Typhlosion was being sprayed with an Ether, Ignacio was standing still to let her armor be sprayed with Max Potions and be tended to by gentle nurses, and the smaller Pokemon were on stretchers, Oshawott and Snivy for example.
Keldeo was gone, Shiro and Archen were being checked by police to investigate their poisoning, so on so forth. The only thing Sylvie found of interest was the stark white stone on the stand.
Sylvie didn't care about Sarah at the moment, because the stone... called her.
Her paws lightly touched the ground, making her feel like an angel. All the commotion around her seemed distant, like they were millions of miles away and she was in the true utopia.
The stone was on a pillar, emanating flames. She could feel it resisting the darkness underneath it, and Sylvie could imagine two dragons of black and white pelts combating for all eternity.
"The truth remains a mystery, and the ideal world has not been unlocked... which will you strive for?" muttered the stone, in a soothing voice that seemed like a harp playing. It seemed powerful, ancient, and feminine (despite seeming genderless).
Everything was in slow motion. The reporters and helping humans were moving as slowly as a Rhyperior, slowly taking one step, then another. Sylvie's own steps were faster, though, and as Sylvie moved she felt as if she were moving along a smooth path, flames lighting it, and her movements were as graceful as a ballerina.
It was truly an Ascension.
As Sylvie's body ribbons wafted around her, the stone rose up, surrounded by a blazing white aura, then exploded into a million shards, in glorious slow motion, and an apparition of a furred, white dragon with blue eyes appeared, glaring down at the small Pokemon.
"You are the Chosen Pokemon of Truth, I can sense it. Your sister is the Chosen Pokemon of Ideals, I see. Lindsey is the Chosen Hero of Truth. Zachary is the Chosen Hero of Ideals. The trio of Ignacio, Typhlosion, and Scarlet are legendary, truly. And last but not least.." sighed the great dragon.
Sylvie stared up at the dragon, with utter calm on her face, yet she had a growing lump in her belly.
"Wait. I'm no 'Chosen' one. Who are you? And what were you going to say?" asked Sylvie.
The dragon flapped her mighty wings, and a soft breeze overcame Sylvie.
"We are in the dimension of sleep for me, where everything is in slow motion. For I am but a sleeping soul, in a deep slumber, ready for the Chosen Ones to come.. The opposing force, of darkness that wishes to make an ideal world, is also asleep... the Plasma wishes to awaken it and use it to oppose the purpose of the Pokemon-human relationship... Ani, the evil one, is the Chosen One of Boundaries, the one used by Kyurem.. Storm is the Chosen Pokemon of Boundaries... Good luck..."
"Waaait! What is your name?" cried Sylvie
The stone started reforming around the white dragon. Her generator tail was glowing red and orange, but fading as the dragon started fading into stone.
"I am but the mere Reshiram, bringer of Truth, creation of Arceus... Farewell.."
The slow motion started to erode, and the world started to become black.
"Remember... the prophecy is starting... Never turn back from your fate..." whispered Reshiram, eyes now closing.
The will to speak and move was slowly stripped from Sylvie as the world started folding in, and the storm of stone  shards collecting around the curled up Reshiram. She felt blackness closing in as the roars of dragons striking each other echoed in her ears.. and a voice called to her.
"Sylvie, Sylvie. Wake up. Wake up."

Sylvie got up, supported by Lindsey. She was dizzy after meeting the spirit of Reshiram, but the black-out was short and painless.
Remember...the prophecy is starting... Never turn back from your fate...
The words echoed in her head like a Supersonic that wouldn't go away.
Sylvie groggily stretched, and saw that an Espeon was by Lindsey's side, staring at her.
"Hello, Sylvie. I've heard much about you." said the Espeon, talking as if she had a Middle-Eastern accent.
Sylvie's paws twitched, and she nearly collapsed, but Espeon's strong telekinetic Psychic immediately caught her.
"Thanks for the save. I'm... just exhausted after making Ghetsis return the skull." sighed Sylvie.
They were still in the museum, but the bright rays of the sun were fading as night started to creep upon Unova, and everything had quieted down since Sylvie had entered the slumber dimension, where time passed slowly.
Espeon's eye twitched.
"Um... I think I recognize you. You're that Eevee named Sylvie from the disaster of the Eevee Clan long, long ago." said Espeon. "You always researched your legends of the six regions we were studying, which were Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos. You seemed especially intrigued by the legend of Xerneas, Yveltal and... um... I can't remember." said Espeon, her head jewel glowing.
"Yeah, um... that makes one Jolteon, one Glaceon, two Sylveons, one Leafeon, two Umbreons.. wow. All from the Eevee Clan. I guess that not as many Eevees and eeveelutions were borrowed as I think." stuttered Sylvie, cheeks flushed with red.
Lindsey raised an eyebrow.
"Are my two Pokemon gay or something? Their cheeks keep flushing. Ah well, better not talk about that." muttered Lindsey. Sylvie had to chuckle, because she thought it was funny how humans couldn't understand Pokemon under normal circumstances.
"Anyways, Sylvie, I found Espeon outside near the wreck of an airplane that landed near Nacrene City. The only survivor was this poor lil' Espeon with a twisted paw. She was so weak that I caught her with a Heal Ball, and since has looked up to me. It happened while I was unaware you were unconscious for seven hours though. For some reason nobody noticed you unconscious until now." said Lindsey, cooing and stroking Sylvie as she picked up Sylveon. Espeon nuzzled Lindsey, purring but flinching from the weight put on her twisted paw doing so. She seemed twitchy, as if she was bursting with energy and couldn't wait to go over the Skyarrow Bridge, running to her heart's content.
As Sylvie got comfortable in the soft arms of Lindsey, she saw the white stone resting on the pillar, a glass cube around it. Now that she had seen the Pokemon within it, Sylvie felt as if it were somehow connected to her, as if the stone thurmmed flames and breathed on its own accord.
"C'mon, we have to go." said Sylvie, kicking Lindsey. She knew that Lindsey was making her comfortable, but Sylvie was comfy enough snuggled among the mess of cushions inside the Luxury Ball and bathing in the secure bath of water beneath her seat in the ball... so she just wanted to see Castelia already and taste the creamy Casteliacones.
"Oh, right! Sylvie seems to be pawing me! I'm such an idiot sometimes, forgetting we have to go to the next gym! Let's go, everyone!" exclaimed Lindsey, facepalming.
As a light surrounded Sylvie and she withdrew into her ball, she smiled.
"Here we go, Burgh! I'm squashing your Leavanny, Swadloon and Whirlipede!" smirked Sylvie. Then, her voice turned cold as she remembered Reshiram's ominous and cryptic words.
You are the Chosen Pokemon of Truth, I can sense it.
What did a "Chosen Pokemon" do, exactly? Why was Reshiram so concerned about the "threat" of ideals that she defied being her slumber? And who was this "Storm" she spoke of?
Sylvie sighed, curling up as Lindsey attached the balls to her special-made belt, and headed out to Castelia City.

Author's Note: To mark the tenth chapter of Book 1: No Holds Barred, based off Black version, I have made a turning point! Several new characters, ominous words, and loads of backstory are what are included! Yes, this IS hinting at things that will happen in Book 2: Fusion Requires Sacrifice, and Book 3: Delicate Balance, along with others I may make to fit with the games being made (unfortunately from Book 3 onwards I will be relying on Let's Plays and wikis to get info on the next regions, so don't expect exactness), so keep your eyes peeled! Storm and Espeon belong to Ampharos92.