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so this is might be little angsty. next chapter will be a bit more light hearted.

Chapter 11

She dipped the cloth once more into the cool water before wringing it out and placing it on the fever ridden flesh, only then did she return to her work with the mortar and pedestal. Her hand worked tirelessly to try and save the boy's life.

Never before had Cabala felt so useless then she did now. She felt like she was working blind against the curse that was biting into the child, as she knew little of the ghost type that had done this.

The only information she had gotten that was of any use was from the boy's brother, who stated that 'Litwick were known for draining the life energy from people and pokemon.' A frightening bit of information indeed.

The boy had collapsed during the battle with the Alpha Abomasnow, the last thing anyone had heard him day was a command for the ghost to use something called Hex. After that the child had been unresponsive until the following day, where he'd awoken sickly pale and sticky with fever, only able to keep the simplest of foods down and in no great amount.

"Rawst Berry for the fever. Oran berry for healing. a Leek for potency. A Pep-up plant for energy. Five drops of Lady Sneasler's venom to fight off the curse. A King's leaf for good measure. And…hm." Cabala looked around her tent for anything else that could be of use, only stopping when she felt a paw pull at her tunic.

"Ursa." She looked to her side and smiled at her lord's kin as the cub held a holy comb out to her.

"Ah, yes." She gave a small nod as she reached out and took the comb. "And a dab of combee honey, to help it all go down easier." And with any luck, help it remain in the boy's stomach long enough to take effect.

Cabala added a small dab of the honey to the mix, before adding boiling water and letting it steep. Once she was sure it was done, she poured it into a cup. " Now carefully help me lift him up, so I can pour this into his mouth."

The young Teddiursa nodded and started to help the old woman lift his partner into a sitting position. The boy's body was sticky from fighting his fever and his head lolled to the side, too exhausted to lift it up on his own. But it was enough.

Carefully Cabala tapped young Ingo's cheek, drawing him back into consciousness. She gave him a gentle smile as she held up the cup. "Here, drink this." She prompted him to open his mouth, not wanting to force it open herself.

The moment there was an opening, the old woman put the cup to his lips and carefully started to pour it into his mouth. She did so slowly, so he wouldn't choke; and pulled the cup away the moment he showed signs of coughing it up.

"That's it." She whispered encouragingly as the cup started to empty. "Good lad. You must drink it all if you are ever to break this curse."

Once the cup was empty she pulled back as the boy coughed, curling into himself as his body started to shake uncontrollably. For a brief moment Cabala thought he was going to be sick but soon the trembling stopped and the boy's muscles went limp once more.

She eased the boy back down on his back and quickly replaced the cloth back on his head. "There we are. Now get some rest."

The boy nodded slowly, his glassy silver eyes falling shut once again.

Once she was sure he was once more asleep, Cabala let out a long sigh, reaching her hand out to pet the Teddiursa on its fuzzy little head.

Warden Ingo had brought the pokemon over to her tent when she told him his eldest had been delirious with fever and was constantly in and out of consciousness. He said he didn't want his son to wake up alone while his mind could not be trusted.

"I feel as if I am in a dark cave with only a candle to light my way.” the old woman sighed, gently patting the young cubs head; more for her own comfort than for his. “There is so much to this curse I still down know. I feel as though all I can go for now is treat its symptoms and hope it lessens its hold that a proper cleansing can be done.”

She really was much she wasn’t sure about when it came to his curse, as it didn’t seem like anything she had ever encountered before.

She knew nothing of the pokemon who caused this. Other then it seemed to prey on children, offering to be their guide when lost only to lead them to an early grave. It was very much like Duskull or Drifloon in that manner. Yet neither of those two had ever caused something like this before, causing fever, nausea, and a chest rattling cough on top of such weakness.

Young Emmet had been more than willing to tell them what he knew, anything that would help his brother though the information he had was limited to stories. He had only given her and Irida a strange look when they asked about rituals for removing the ghost’s curse.

Warden Ingo had even less information to go off of, but Cabala had honestly been expecting that; given the man’s latch of memory. She had no plans on pestering him further either, the man was so clearly sick with worry over his eldest. she knew he would be in a similar state if it was one of her grandchildren.

Still there was very little to go on. She wasn’t sure if she was missing some ritual or tradition that was native to this Unova that might have made it worse or better. If maybe the boy calling out Hex had done this to him, the ghost redirecting the attack on him when Lady Sneasler saved his brother.

The closest thing she had ever seen to this had been when Warden Gaeric had been cursed, after the jealousy of one of his Snowrunts turned it into a Froslass. But he had only passed out and after burning some incense, and drinking Aspear berry tea; he'd gotten better. There had been no sickness following it.

“I fear this may be out of my league.” She looked to her noble’s kin, watching as he cuddled up to the partner, treating the boy as if they had been raised together. By the shine of his fur she could tell he was ready for the next stage yet was holding off.

“It is in Almighty Sinnoh’s hands now.” she sighed, forcing herself to stand once more with her hands behind her back. “Which means I should return him to his father and Brother.”

Sinnoh had seen fit to bring the three together at last, she wasn’t about to keep them separated for much longer if she couldn’t help. Besides, it was considered horrible luck to keep twins separated for too long, and he would need all the luck he could get. The only reason he’s been separated at all was because she had feared the curse might spread, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Watch over him, while I retrieve his father.” She gave Teddiursa a slight smile as she turned towards the door.

“Ted Ursa.” the normal type nodded slowly, holding his handler tighter.

—

Ingo trudged through the snow back to his tent, carrying his son on his back and his little Teddiursa ran alongside him.

Young Ingo coughed miserably, looking far worse than he did when he first entered Cabala's care.

The old medicine woman had not said what she had given the boy, only telling him the remedies for curses could scare a worried parent. But Ingo, the Warden to the lady of the Cliffs, could smell the Sneasler Venom on his son's breath.

It was a good thing he kept a good few pecha berries on him at all times.

He would not have allowed the boy to be taken to Cabala's tent at all had he been given the choice. But Lady Irida had ordered him to let the Elder treat the curse.

Cabala was a good healer, more than once she had helped him with illness or Injuries of his own. But the second the word 'curse' was uttered, the cures became worse than the illness.

Ingo suppressed the urge to shake his head at that thought.

Curses.

It was no secret in the clan that Ingo did not share the clan's superstitious nature. He respected their beliefs and tried not to step on any toes, while trying to find his own reasoning to such things.

But this whole curse ordeal was ridiculous.

Young Ingo was sick, not cursed.

His sons had slipped and fallen multiple times during their walk to the settlement. Despite the cold in the icelands, it was still summer and thus the snow on the ground was slushy and easily soaked into their clothes; including the underlayer.

Their clothes had not dried properly by the time they were called for the communal dinner. The only reason Ingo had allowed them to wear them out, was so they would be recognized as being part of the Clan.

They were still wet now, as he could feel the damp cloth against his bare hands.

The only thing Litwick had done was melt the ice around his son's feet, and drain his energy until he passed out. The second one wasn't good by any means but it was something that couldn't be helped, as far as he knew.

Emmet had come home with a slight cough and a fever, and even he wasn't feeling his best.

Poor Emmet had been wowed into a bit of a frenzy with all that was happening. Being brought before the other Wardens and questioned repeatedly over Litwick's nature, and being told his brother's life depended on them knowing everything.

He might have to bring up the proper treatment of children, when the meeting resumed.

Carefully he shifted his son in his arms so he could support his weight with only one arm, opening the door to his hut with the other.

"Ingo!" Emmet quickly looked up and raced toward his father and Brother, staring worriedly up at his twin when he didn't move. "Is-is Ingo going to be okay? Did Miss Cabala fix the curse?"

Ingo's frown deepened slightly at that, but he pushed back the thought and smiled at the boy fondly; making his way over to the bunks. Yes, he will be bringing this up at the meeting.

"Your brother isn't cursed, just sick. Like you've been. He's just been hit a little harder than you." He carefully set his eldest son on the lower bed. "Did tell him not to lie in the snow." Ingo chose not to add that his brother had also been lightly poisoned.

"But Warden Cabala said-" the boy's words were broken off by a cough that had been brought about by worry and illness.

"Warden Cabala was incorrect in her assumption. She saw a ghost pokemon, saw your brother had passed out and jumped to a conclusion." Ingo explained as he started to pull the damp clothing off his eldest body as carefully as he could. "It’s what happens when people get too scared to think rationally. She and the other Wardens were just scared for your brother, and don’t have as much trust in ghost types as we do. You don't really believe Litwick cursed your brother, do you?"

"N-no…" Emmet stuttered quietly, slightly out of breath from coughing so hard; his voice still sounding scratchy from his sore throat. His eyes casted towards the floor.

"Because you know Litwick would never truly harm your brother on purpose." Ingo finished replacing the damp clothing with a simple black kimono, matching Emmet’s white one, and pulled up the blankets; before turning towards to face his youngest. “And you know your brother feels the same. He wouldn’t want Litwick taking the blame for something she couldn’t control.” He gave his son what he hoped was a reassuring smile, ruffling the boy’s hair slightly as he headed towards the hearth to make some tea.

Ingo watched as Emmet took his place by his brother, sitting down next to the bed, and taking the elder twin’s hand in his own. The smile on his face was strained and sad looking, and Ingo felt his heartbreak just a bit more at the sight.

“Dad?” Emmet’s voice was quieter than it normally was, that Ingo almost didn’t hear it.

“Hm?”

“Was telling the Wardens about Litwick…wrong?” The boy looked up at his father, his eyes watery with unshed tears.

Ingo hummed slightly as he poured the fresh tea into three cups, adding some Combee honey to each one. “Of course not.” he answered honestly, as he made sure to remember which cup was which. “It was important that they knew what Litwick tends to do, so proper safety protocols can be followed. It’s not your fault if they took your words out of context.”

He walked over and held out one of the cups to Emmet, taking a seat down next to him. “Now drink this.” He gave the boy a soft smile, Emmet always preferred more bitter things compared to his brother’s sweet tooth. “It’s Oran berry tea. I put a bit of honey in it, so it’s probably a little sweeter than you may like but it’ll help your throat.”

Slowly Emmet reached up and took the cup, brought it to his lips and cringed a bit at the sweet flavor; but continued to sip at the tea anyway.

Ingo placed the other two cups down next to him, wanting to wait for Young Ingo’s Pecha berry tea to cool before he tried to give it to him so there would be no risk of scalding the older twin who might not be strong enough to hold the cup himself. Hands now free, he wrapped an arm around Emmet’s shoulders, carefully pulling the boy close, so he didn't spill the drink on himself, and pressing a kiss to his youngest head. His frown fell a bit more as he felt the heat of a fever under his lips.

“I want you to finish your tea and then head to bed, alright? You’ll feel a bit better in the morning.” he spoke as he rested his chin against his son’s head, hugging him close. The boy let out a slightly disapproving groan, suggesting that he had no interest in heading to bed early; still too worried for his brother. But Ingo already had a plan for that. “Your brother will probably be a little weak from all of this tomorrow, so I’ll need you to help me take care of him. Think you can do that?”

He felt Emmet tense slightly in his arms, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes; nodding his head with a determined look on his face.

“Then you’ll need your rest.” Ingo quietly chuckled as he ran his fingers through his son’s hair, finally reaching for his own tea. “Now finish up. The sooner you’re in bed, the sooner you can start helping me tomorrow.”

Emmet gave another determined nod and focused solely on his cup of tea, no longer taking small slow sips but deeper drinks of liquid as if he was trying to get it all down in one gulp. More than once Ingo had to tell the boy to slow down, for fear of him choking on it. It wasn’t long before Emmet had finished his tea and climbed up into the top bunk.

His youngest, now taken care of, Ingo turned his full attention to his eldest, picking up a now lukewarm cup of tea. Like he had with Emmet, he pressed his lips to the boy’s head; feeling the burning fever biting at his skin…the familiar smell of Sneasler poison mixed with sweat.

The Warden let out a worried hum, taking a seat on the bed and pulling young Ingo across his lap, waking the boy up in the process. Once the Pecha berry tea was in him, the boy seemed to relax a bit more and Ingo tucked him back into bed before sitting back down on the floor with a sigh.

Ingo had been dreading this day for a while now, unsure as to how he would handle either of them being sick. He knew that it would probably happen eventually, but he’d hoped it would have been a ways off.

He’d also hoped that they would have been at home in the highlands when it happened, where there were more resources at his disposal and Jubilife Village was only a hike away.

But now both of them were sick, one of them more so than the other and they were far out here in the icelands. Though he trusted the clan’s natural remedies, as they had helped him before, this whole curse business had complicated things more than they needed to be.

Ingo pressed his hands to his face, trying to still the shakiness in them. His mind wandered into dark thoughts that he might do something wrong and make things far worse, only to be quickly pulled back by reminders that he needed to remain calm and think critically.

He just needed to keep his head. They were probably suffering something no different than a cold, it could have even been picked from some in Jubilife village and had simply taken its sweet time to show; and made worse by the snow and ice. He just needed to treat their symptoms as best he could and everything should be fine in a few days.

He’d also have to keep them both inside until they were better, so as to not spread the sickness further or worse cause a panic that could give this curse nonsense any more weight. With any luck this would all blow over soon.

Yet this all sounded like it was easier said than done.

And he was so tired, he could almost feel it in his bones. A cough of his own ripping through his lungs after he’d been fighting it off for so long.

—

Litwick cringed slightly at the noise her pokeball made when she popped the lock from the inside, but released a ghostly sigh of relief when she realized that no one had been woken up by it.

Good that would make things easier. She hated the thought of goodbye anyway.

She dimmed her flame as low as she could so it wouldn’t wake anyone up, before turning around and taking a long look at her trainer. Trying to burn his image into her mind so she would ever forget him.

He was tucked into the bed fast asleep with Teddiursa cuddled up by his side, his silver hair stuck to his face with sweat.

She could feel his soul, his life force beating along with his heart. Like a flickering flame not ready to go out, weak and trying to stay alight but one wrong move and it would be snuffed out.

She had done this to him.

She had hurt her partner, had been hurting him, in both body and soul since they had first met.

“Hello Litwick. My name is Ingo." Litwick's new trainer spoke once more, lifting them off the ground and holding them at eye level.

Tears started to swell up in her eye as the memory of their first meeting turned in her mind, her waxy body melting slightly with her own guilt.

He’d been so strong back then, full of life. Now it felt like the stronger she had gotten the weaker he got in return.

That was why she had to leave.

She didn’t want to. Arceus knows she didn’t.

But it was for his own good.

Teddiursa will make a great partner, she thinks. One that could grow strong along with his trainer and could actually spend time with him outside their pokeball without risk of draining his life away. Besides, she knew Teddiursa was ready to evolve and was just waiting to show Ingo.

Litwick closed her eyes and turned as she made her way off the bed, not wanting to risk seeing her trainer again selfly changing her mind.

This was for him.

That was what she kept telling herself.

Ingo would be sad, yes, but he would get over it.

She jumped down from the bed, landing next to the sleeping man whose soul reminded her of her trainer, but bore the brunt of more scares. Clearly something large had gone after the man’s soul, maybe the same beast that had attacked the twins when they were first drawn to this land. She wished she had enough time to peek into the man’s soul and find out…but she needed to keep moving if she wanted to be out of the settlement by morning.

“Where exactly do you think you're going?”

Litwick jumped a little in surprise as a strike of white shot out from the shadows towards her. Dark oval eyes narrowing with an accusatory glare.

“T-Tynamo! You shouldn’t…why aren’t you…” she stuttered as she looked back towards the bed wondering if she’d been caught by Emmet. No both brothers were still asleep. She turned back to face the Eel again, drawing in a deep breath as she steeled herself. “I’m leaving.” she stated firmly, moving past the electric type and continuing towards the door.

“Leave? You can’t just leave!” Once more Tynamo was in front of her, not willing to give this up. “And why? Why would you leave? You love Ingo.”

“Just look back at the bed, and you’ll see the reason.” she hissed, just wanting the little eel to get out of her way. This was already hard enough. “I almost killed him back in that fight with that Abomasnow. This is for his own good.”

Tynamo just stared at her, his star shaped mouth hanging open with shock. “S-so that’s it then. One bad battle and you give up, run away? That’s not how this works Litwick, and you know that.”

Litwick just shook her head sadly. “I’m Killing him Tynamo. I can’t bear to watch him suffer like this. Every battle we face I feel myself pulling more and more of his life energy away. What will happen if I evolve? I could end up doing irreversible damage to him.” she let out a harsh sigh, why couldn’t Tynamo understand that this was for the best. “I can’t…I won’t let that happen, Ty.”

“Lit…you’ll hurt him worse if you leave.” The Eel pokemon’s face softened as he said this, his eyes no longer holding the same anger they had mere moments ago. “You’re his partner, his first pokemon. That’s not a bond you can just easily break. He’ll be heartbroken if you leave. Verrrry heartbroken.” his eyes darted down to the floor. “And Emmet will be sad too. He’s been blaming himself all day for what’s been happening, if you go, he’ll blame himself for that too.”

Why couldn’t this just be easy?

“He’ll get over it, and so will Emmet.” she cast her eye towards the ground, refusing to meet the eel’s eyes again. “Ingo deserves a better partner than me anyway. Someone he can battle with, and have out alongside him without risk to himself. Even if he wanted another ghost type as his partner, there are plenty of Gastlys out there who would be lucky to have him.” she tried to force a smile as she rubbed one of her waxy arms; Ingo was always fond of ghost types like her, there would probably be more on the team if he wasn’t trying to keep it somewhat balanced.

Tynamo looked at her for a long time, his only darting away once to look at something behind her before returning. “You're really planning on doing this…aren’t you?”

She nodded.

He let out a sigh and shook his head, before floating out of her way finally. “Fine, I can’t seem to stop you now anyway so, I might as well give you a small head start. Maybe once Ingo recalls you, you'll snap back to your senses.”

“He’ll have to find me first.” Litwick finally looked back up at her friend and gave him a slight smile as she started to move past him and towards the door once more. “But thank you Tynamo. I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. I’m not helping you.”

“Litwick. Return.”

A flash of red light surrounded her and she felt the familiar sensation of being pulled back into her pokeball.

She was only given a slit seconded to stare at Tynamo as the Eel gave her a smug look before she was pulled away. The ball clicking shut around her.

For a brief moment she could only sit in her ball, stunned by what had happened.

Ingo must have woken up, possibly being awoken by the sounds of her and Tynamo talking. He wouldn’t have understood a word of it but there would have been enough distress in their tones for him to know something was up.

And that treacherous eel knew.

She was going to light his tail on fire next time she saw him.

Litwick didn’t have much time to think of her revenge as her Pokeball opened once more and she reformed on the bed once again.

No longer asleep, Ingo was now trying to sit up in bed. His face ever frowning seemed sadder than usual as his glassy eyes focused on her and her alone.

No. he shouldn’t be up at all! He was very, verrrry sick. He should be resting. Litwick raised her arms, trying to motion for Ingo to lie back down; but it proved not very effective as he just seemed to force himself up even more. His arms shaking with his own weight.

“You were trying to leave, Weren’t you?”

Litwick wasn’t sure what hurt worse, the fact that he was aware of what she had planned or the fact that he didn’t sound angry with her. Slowly her arms fell back to her sides and she refused to meet his eyes as a show of her own guilt.

“I see…” Ingo fell silent, which hurt even worse.

Why couldn’t he just be mad at her?

Suddenly something hit the bed and started to soak into the fabric of the blanket, followed by another and then another. Like rain. Litwick looked towards the source only to see the tears falling from the boy’s face, as he tried to wipe them away and failed.

“This is all my fault. I’m so sorry Litwick, that I made you feel that way.” his voice was strained and wobbly as he struggled to keep it low, not wanting to wake everyone up. Yet it was clearly a struggle for him as he fought against the emotions that were swelling up. “If I wasn’t such a bad trainer then you wouldn’t want to leave.”

Litwick shook her head as she just stared at her trainer. No, no. Why was he blaming himself for all of this? If the fault was anyones it was hers. Why couldn’t he just hate her for it? Why couldn’t he just blame her for it? Why did he have to cry over her?

She hurt her trainer again.

She watched as Ingo wiped his hand off on his shirt, having given up on wiping his face free of tears, and lowered his hand down to her for her to climb on if she so wished.

Just like he had done when they had first met.

It meant he wanted to lift her up so that they were eye level, but he was giving her the choice.

A choice she gladly took.

“I know I don’t have any right to ask this, but please don’t go.” there was a shakiness in his hand as he lifted her up, and his eyes seemed to be struggling to focus on her. “We’ll train harder. I’ll train harder. I won’t be weak anymore. I promise. We’ll figure something out, just please give me another chance. We’ll figure something out. please.” his voice cracked slightly with emotion. “But if you still want to leave then I won’t stop you, but please at least wait until we get back to the highlands. I don’t want you getting hurt out here with all the snow.”

Litwick wanted to cry. She really did.

Even after everything he was willing to let her leave if she wanted too. Give her the choice if she wants it.

Yet she hadn’t been willing to give him the same courtesy. She had planned to just abandon him with not a word.

Ingo never gave up. It wasn’t in his nature to.

He’s never just abandon her.

He wants to try.

Her decision a few minutes prior was starting to feel a lot more selfish by the minute.

But would simply training harder even doing anything?

Ingo’s body shook with a harsh cough, causing Litwick to look up and see his life energy flicking once more; the flame on her head causing more light than it should. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop what she was unconsciously doing. It was hard, fighting against something so natural; but she had to for him.

He wasn’t the weak one here. She was.

She could have fought her urges harder. But she didn’t. She could have been using her time with her trainer to train herself.

No, instead she chose to run away. Take his life force and run away like a guilty bandit.

Really this hadn’t been much of a problem until they came to this strange land, where people and cities were few and far between. But still why should her trainer have to constantly eat something while she is around just to stay awake. Why should he have to rely on his brother and other people to watch out for him because his partner was literally draining his life by the second.

No more.

She was done wasting time. She would do better. Learn better control. For him.

It was hard, it was going to be hard. But as most ghost types who loved their trainers knew, anything worth fighting for always was.

His coughing eased to a stop and she could feel his shaking slowly subsiding.

She let out a sigh of relief, not letting up on herself for even a minute.

She reached out and grasped Ingo’s thumb, bending it back towards his palm as she hugged it close to her.

“So you’ll give me another chance?”

Litwick nodded her head against thumb. A lie. She wasn’t giving him another chance, she was giving herself another chance; but she doubted he’d understand. She was sure Reshiram would forgive her.

“Thank you.”

“I am so sorry this ordeal has caused you so much distress. I’ll always be your partner! For as long as you’ll have me, Ingo!” she cried, wishing that he could understand her words.

His forehead connected with her waxy head, lightly bumping it like he often did with Emmet. “I’ll always want you as my partner.” he muttered, sounding oh so tired but for once Litwick was sure that she was not to blame.

She let go of his thumb, instead reaching up to place her waxy nubs on his head; feeling his fever had tapered off a bit and was maybe finally starting to break.

“Would you like to return to your pokeball?”

She nodded once more, feeling like she was starting to lose the battle with herself. She wanted to remain and be with her trainer, and she knew he wanted that too.

Maybe one day she would be strong enough to refuse and know that Ingo wouldn’t suffer for her choice. Maybe one day she’d be able to travel alongside him and cuddle close like all the other pokemon without the need for her Pokeball.

But that was not this day. But a goal for the future.

The red light once more pulled her towards her ball, and she did not fight it. Instead she pressed herself to one of the walls, knowing that Ingo was just on the other side of it. It wasn’t really a cuddle. But it was close enough for now.

One day she will truly be stronger than her urges.

—

Emmet lay in the top bunk, staring wide eyed at the ceiling as he hugged Tynamo close; having heard everything that had happened just below him.

Litwick had tried to run away.

He was glad that Tynamo had clearly managed to stall long enough for his brother to wake up and stop her. But still, that had been too close.

If she had actually managed to get out… Emmet was sure that Ingo wouldn’t have recovered.

There were a lot of things Emmet could easily forgive, but hurting his brother like that was unforgivable; and Litwick had gotten terribly close to crossing that line.

But everything was fine now, right?

Ingo and Litwick had made up.

Litwick wasn’t going to run away anymore.

But what about the Wardens? They hadn’t been happy to hear about her. What if they tried to take her away from his brother? Tried to make sure she left his brother? That would be just as bad as her running away.

Emmet rolled over onto his side, giving Tynamo a squeeze as he tried to force down his worries, causing the pokemon to give him an annoyed grunt in return.

He really hoped his dad was right, and this all blew over.

—

Ingo slowly opened his eyes, once he was sure that his eldest was asleep once more.

He reached up slowly and pulled the blankets back up over his son once more, before standing to retrieve his own bedding and placing it down next to the bunks. Gliscor flying out from the shadows next to the door and landing down next to him.

He had not been asleep when Litwick had tried to make her escape, in fact there had been something in the back of his mind telling him she might do so. She was too sweet and she’d been very upset when young Ingo had fallen ill.

So he had Gliscor stationed by the door just encase she made it that far.

Luckly, it had not come to that.

She and his son talked it out, and made amends. A conversation that needed to happen between trainer and pokemon. And so Ingo had let them have the illusion of privacy.

As he laid down, Ingo felt his mind wonder back to his own partner…the one he had left behind and could barely remember.

Did they cry at the thought that he abandoned them? Would they so willingly take him back if he ever returned… no when he returned? Would they accept him for what he is now? Or more the person who’d been lost?

He carefully stroked Gliscor’s head as the pokemon settled down next to him on the floor.

Yet deep down Ingo knew his old team still waited for him. That his precious partner was still holding out hope for his return.

The bright purple flames in his head continued to lure him into a future where they would be reunited once more.

And he would introduce them to his kids, if they hadn’t already met.

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