CHAPTER 175 - Sister

Another day had passed, and attacks by wild Pokemon had completely stopped. It wasn’t like they had the guts to do so anyway, but sometimes a few got a bit rowdy until usually Buddy scared the living crap out of them and they fled. That had stopped since I had let that huge group of wild Pokemon under that overhang with me, nursed Ponyta back to health and fed a few of them. The fact that it hadn’t ceased right after made me skeptical that the wild Pokemon had some way of communicating who was a threat and who wasn’t, but it was certainly a possibility with how intertwined everyone had seemed when grouped up in the cave. Still, route 215 was long, so I considered it unlikely.

Sweetheart was making good progress with her air control, although mid-air adjustments were still a pipedream. I was almost certain she was ready to battle again, however, and even though she would be at a type disadvantage against Maylene, I was probably going to use her. It was going to be a five against five, after all. I was sure I’d find a strategy to use with her, but I would need to study the gym leader first to be sure. The rumors said she was abrasive, but quick on her feet, meaning that she’d be close to Chase’s style. I was sure there would be a lot of differences too though, I just didn’t know enough right now.

And even if I could look it up, I’d be too engrossed in my textbooks to notice. I had changed my one hour per subject each day study time to two hours when I had the time, and I ended up going over that by at least thirty minutes last night until Buddy convinced me to go to sleep. It wouldn’t do to be tired when traveling on a route, especially when the terrain was so harsh.

I stepped onto the mountain’s peak and took a deep breath. The air was thinner here, but still easily breathable. Veilstone stood tall in the distance. Since it was still two to three days away, the only thing I could make out were a few skyscrapers. These little occasions where one could just stop and take in the beauty and size of Sinnoh were always soothing to me. It had been the same when I could see Oreburgh from route 207 south of the Cycling Road. These were the moments that I traveled for, even though walking up a mountain was a pain in the ass— trail or not.

At least the way down was a lot easier on my legs, especially when Honey and Princess were there to give me some moral support. There was probably nothing more motivating than my kids telling me that I could do something.

It took half the time to get down than to climb up, and I opted to take a break near the route’s edge, since it was where the trail led me. As I fiddled through my laptop and sneakily took a picture of Angel and Buddy being ridiculously cute due to the former forcefully hugging the latter until he had no choice but to reciprocate as best he could, something incredible happened.

The clouds above me cleared, and the rain slowed until it completely stopped, leaving only a rainbow that arched across the sky and left me breathless. The rain on route 215 intensified or slowed, but it never stopped. It was a constant, like the fog on the northern half of route 210 or the snow on route 216 and 217.

The beauty of the moment was cut short when I heard something approaching from deeper into the woods. It was a distinct sound— like something scuttling across the grass, but it was so quiet. Like a whisper brushing against my ears that I’d miss if it didn’t have my utmost attention. We were used to this at this point, so my Pokemon immediately took their positions in front of me and prepared to scare off whatever was coming. I’d probably jinxed not being attacked, but oh well.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw what emerged from the tree line. It was slightly smaller than seven feet tall and humanoid, with a body as thin as a stick that was almost completely concealed by thick pastel pink and blue hair that acted like a cloak and stretched down and hugged the lower parts of its body, which grew thicker at the base. It wore a pointy blue hat that was made out of the same hair, and a thick tentacle-like structure grew out of it, ending into two spheres and three claws that shimmered slightly. Just one look into its eyes made me feel the same things I felt when coming face to face Cynthia’s Garchomp or Ruth in the lost tower.

I had no chance of winning this fight. This Pokemon was leagues above mine in strength— and even more powerful than Sunshine. Even if we all attacked it at once, I had no doubt that we would lose.

But what choice did we have?

My Pokemon understood immediately and tensed. Princess grabbed a few sharp spears with Ancient Power. Buddy swelled threateningly and his eyes glowed until his entire body was coated in red. Honey’s arms spun as he gathered electricity, and my hair stood on end. Angel wrapped a vine around me and tightened his hold.

Just as I was about to release Sunshine, I heard a voice.

Well met, sister, the Pokemon spoke, staring at Togetic.

A splitting headache immediately hit me and made my vision swim. I had practiced telepathy some more with Slowking while in Solaceon, but the pain was still excruciating. I could still think, though. I bit down on my tongue and clenched a fist. What had it meant by sister? What Pokemon even was that? I’d never seen it before!

And you, it continued, glancing at me. I feel a kinship as well, but not quite whole. A halfling, then, but a sister nonetheless. How strange. You tread the line between two worlds.

The words were becoming unbearable. It was as if someone was driving a screwdriver into my head. Still, I held Jellicent back. He’d already been creating a Night Shade, but there was no point. I couldn’t antagonize this Pokemon.

We would just die. What was it even doing on a route? Where were the Rangers?

Your Rangers cannot hinder me. I am the leader of this area, known as Keeper of the Sacred Woods, or simply Keeper. News of your presence brought me here.

“Hold on,” I breathed out. “Let’s, uh, just stop talking for a second please. You’re giving me a terrible migraine.”

Oh, my humble apologies, sister. I have forgotten how sensitive humans can be, the Pokemon said before pausing. Your mind is like a twig that I could snap whenever I wish, but that would be rude of me. I have now altered my telepathy so that it aligns with your fragile mind.

The voice was a lot quieter now, but it was also a lot easier to bear. The headache was still there every time it spoke, but it was muted enough so that I could deal with it.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep myself from shaking. “I’m just passing through here. I mean this place no harm, and if I’ve offended you in any way, then allow me to pay the price. As long as it’s reasonable.”

Togetic chirped softly and placed a hand on my shoulder.

The Pokemon didn’t want to hurt us. I could feel it too.

It chuckled, and its tentacle softly caressed her own hair. Ah, you have embraced our customs already, sister. It is rare to find a human this polite, and tis’ a testament to your understanding of the old ways. That alone is enough to allow you safe passage within these lands, even though your emotions echo with a clamor that stirs within me the urge to beat you until you finally go quiet.

Huh. Strangely enough, even though I’d just been told that it wanted to kill me, I felt completely calm, and this wasn’t like what had happened with Shiftry. It was like there were rules at play here, and they were easy enough to understand.

I knew now that I was dealing with a fairy type.

“It’s okay guys,” I told my team. “We’re safe.”

Princess began to chat with the Keeper as well, asking it what brought it to us.

You shall address me as her, not it, I immediately heard.

Right, she could read thoughts. “Sorry.”

You have treated the inhabitants of my fief with an amount of hospitality, peace, and love that only a few trainers have. I simply wanted to meet such a human, but I never anticipated that you would partake in the ways of the fae, nor did I fathom that a third sister would be among your gathering, she said, eyeing my team. The first condition would have allowed you safe passage in the first place, but now you shall have my blessing. I will join you on your travels until you reach that city full of horrid steel and noxious air.

“I see. What if I told you that a dragon was a part of my gathering?” I probed, my hand protectively touching Sunshine’s Pokeball.

The Keeper’s tentacle flexed, revealing bulging veins until she lashed out and slammed it against the ground, kicking up dust and rocks.

I sense the wyrm’s presence, she said, her face twisting in fury. Its foul odor clings to you like a malignant growth. They are creatures of decay, clinging to past glory. They seek to take, take, and only take, but they never pay. I am a generous host, however, so I shall allow its presence under one condition— that it behaves with utmost respect and refrains from causing any offense. Let harmony prevail as it did in that cave, and let us not let the wyrm taint our journey together.

“I will agree to this proposal,” I nodded. If she wanted to see how I behaved, then I’d let her. Sunshine behaving was another issue, but—

I saw the Keeper’s tentacle tense once more.

—if he couldn’t, then I’d leave him in his ball.

The Pokemon relaxed, seemingly pleased with herself.

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“What does everyone think?” I asked, turning toward my Pokemon.

Togetic wanted this more than anyone else, it seemed. She asked the fairy type if she could approach, and she nodded, letting her get close. Princess looked at her with such awe that she reminded me of when Sweetheart looked at Sunshine or Chase’s Lucario. Angel agreed as well, although it was surprising to see that even he knew better than to touch the Keeper without her permission. Honey also agreed, although a lot more reluctantly. I knew that he was only doing so because I wanted to travel with the fairy, and he seemed to be nervous around her and couldn’t help but glance at her appendage every few seconds. Buddy stayed silent, which basically meant no, but he didn’t want to say it, lest he offend her.

Well, she’d probably figured it out already.

I cannot read the ghost’s thoughts, but I know it disapproves. Allow me to stay regardless. I will be in its debt.

I nodded. “The exchange was quite equal, but I would say that I’m paying a slightly heavier price. One of my family members might basically be confined to his Pokeball, and most of them either fear or dislike you. If I can’t have my Turtonator out, then I lose out on days of potential training and bonding. That could potentially have more effects down the line. For example, the lack of training could make me lose in my next gym battle. These might not matter to you, but to me, that’s a heavy cost to bear. A bargain is in order, don’t you think?”

Uh, what was I doing? My lips had just moved on their own.

The fairy type smirked, ignoring Togetic grabbing at her hair. No matter how hard she pulled at it, it stayed completely still. The Keeper’s hair was tougher than it looked.

You are quite bold, but I enjoy that. Young fairies often yield to those with seniority, letting them enforce horribly one-sided pacts. With age comes power and presence. With those two, respect and subservience follow. It is a pity that your fellow sister has not taken to the old ways as you have. This generation might truly be lost.

Arceus, Pokemon complained about kids too? I felt like I’d heard an old man saying ‘kids these days.’

“Daughter,” I clarified after stopping myself from rolling my eyes. She could read thoughts, but I knew the effort to respect would be appreciated. “And she seems too fascinated by you to care, at the moment. I suppose her time spent with non-fairies has influenced her behavior some, but that’s okay. She’s perfect the way she is.”

Togetic flew back toward me, trying to hide her embarrassment and I grabbed her in my arms.

Daughter, then, the Keeper smiled. What is it that you desire, halfing? Be careful. I will not take to offense kindly.

I lifted up three fingers. “Three things. Train my Togetic. Talk to me about your life and how you leading this route came to be. Allow my friends safe passage when they go through this route even if they come across you. I can tell you their names and show you what they look like on my phone.”

The third point was the most important. I’d never found joy in attacking wild Pokemon to train, even if I’d done it a few times early in my career or when there were no other options, like in Mount Coronet. These days, I mostly scared them away and only attacked if I was struck first and the Pokemon was determined to fight us, but my friends were different. Pauline and Cecilia had no qualms about it, and Denzel was neutral on the whole thing. Meanwhile, Louis’ Gible routinely killed wild Pokemon for sport even when it wasn’t hungry, and Mira’s Haunter was probably no better. I knew that wouldn’t fly under the Keeper’s gaze. She wouldn’t seek them out, but if they were unlucky enough to meet her, they would not be treated kindly.

The fairy type’s face twisted into a grin. My, my, sister, you keep impressing me. Very well, then. These demands would tilt the deal slightly in your favor, but I will allow it. Bargain struck, she said, tipping her hat.

I did not know exactly how demands were measured, but the words felt right to me. I responded with a smile of my own. “Bargain struck.”

What is your name? It would be impolite to travel with you without knowing.

“Grace Pastel,” I answered before introducing the rest of my team, “Do you have one?”

Learning my name would have a price not many could afford to pay. Not even your harrowing Champion knows.

“I’ll refer to you as Hatterene or Keeper then.”

Somehow, I’d just bargained with a fairy by the seat of my pants.

——

Hatterene, the Silent Pokemon. It can emit psychic power strong enough to cause headaches as a deterrent to the approach of others. If you are too loud around it or your emotions are too pronounced, you risk being torn apart by the claws on its tentacle. This Pokémon is also known as the Forest Witch.

Type: Psychic, Fairy.

I hummed as I closed my Pokedex.

I’d never even seen a Hatterene in my life, neither online nor in a battle, but according to my Pokedex, they were native to Galar and extremely rare in Sinnoh, so that made sense. The Keeper was completely silent as she walked, using the appendages at her feet to move in a scuttling motion. Sometimes she would drag herself with her tentacle if she needed to speed up or climb something, which ended up looking quite comical.

I would not call it comical. It is simply the most efficient way I have found to move, she said.

Having a Pokemon capable of reading all of my thoughts was something I’d need to get used to as well. It wasn’t something mentioned in the Pokedex, and it felt like a complete violation of my privacy, but we’d come to an agreement and going back on it would be wrong unless both parties agreed. Electabuzz kept to my side, nervously eyeing the fairy while Jellicent stared at her with utter confusion. I supposed that he didn’t exactly know what exactly she wanted from me, and he hated that. Togetic floated around Hatterene, asking her a million questions about her life— from small to grand concepts. The current topic was how she’d parted the clouds when she appeared before us. Everywhere Hatterene walked, the rain disappeared.

Oh, ‘tis not I who halts the rain, dear baby sister, but a companion of old. He may reveal himself at a point in our journey if his heart so desires.

“Is he as powerful as you are?” I asked, jumping over a fallen branch. Hatterene had wanted to keep me off the route, but she swore that no one would attack while I was with her.

Promises were not made lightly.

There exist myriad facets to the essence of power. Alas, your comprehension remains incomplete, but such is unsurprising for a sister nurtured by humans. Your inherent potential lies untapped and is squandered by them. A year with me, and you would become a proper fairy. No longer would you be between worlds.

“I’m afraid I can’t accept that,” I said, reassuring Honey immediately. “I appreciate your kindness, though.”

Togetic jumped at the opportunity, asking what facets of power Hatterene had been referring to. I had questions of my own, but I wasn’t going to stop her. We had time.

There is of course violence. The crudest form of power. Simple yet effective in its raw force. But it bespeaks of a narrow mind, baby sister. Glamour is the one I am the most proficient in. It weaves its subtle threads, affecting reality as I deem fit. Its influence, though less overt, holds the potential for greater impact.

That piqued my interest. Glamour. I had heard Denzel say it a few times, so if I had to guess, it was similar to what Sylveon did when creating his armor. That also meant that the concept was relatively well-known, or at least documented.

Using it as a barrier? A pragmatic approach, but still crude.

“What do you use it for?” I asked.

Why do you think that the land here is constantly showered by rain? That it is always so quiet? This region is my fief, and I have altered it to my liking. It is soothing, is it not?

I inhaled sharply. This entire route was Hatterene’s domain, just like Shiftry had done, but in a less-pronounced, more sustainable manner. That was why my hearing was so bad here, but the rain, thunder, and wind still sounded perfectly clear. Hatterene were known to hate loud places.

Right, that is what you humans call fiefdoms, she said. The rain softens the sound of my people’s thoughts, making it easier for me to focus. I would have gone mad long ago without it.

“But if it’s your domain— or fief— why can’t you stop the rain?”

Glamour at this scale works slowly, especially if I want to alter what made my fief special in the first place. You made one mistake, however. A fairy’s fiefdom does not work like others’. It is slower, but holds more potential. Of course, I know that I must not make this place impassable for humans, lest that horrible child comes after me and ruin everything I have built.

I frowned. “Horrible child? Who?”

That creature you humans call Cynthia. She is a horrifying beast beyond compare, but the wyrm at her side is ten times worse. I am well acquainted with the Togekiss, the only member of her gathering worth speaking to. We bargained for this deal decades ago shortly after her tenure began.

“Arceus…” I exhaled. Cynthia truly had roots everywhere, it seemed, but she was using them to keep trainers safe. The routes seemed like a much more complex affair than I previously thought.

Buddy whispered in my ear, telling me that this could end up being another Shiftry situation in the future if Hatterene ever went rogue. I felt the need to agree, but so long as the pact was fair and equal, then she would not break it. I did wonder what the intricacies of the deal were though. She had acted like she might have attacked trainers that didn’t respect her or the Pokemon inhabiting this route when I asked her not to attack my friends, so she couldn’t not be allowed to hurt people. The implications of Cynthia negotiating in what situations attacking a trainer was allowed made my head spin.

A deal is a private affair, sister. I will not reveal it no matter how much I like you. Unless you pay an appropriate price, of course.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I suddenly remembered one of the graves in the Lost Tower. Tricked by the whims of the fae. Who knew how much she could extract out of me if I wasn’t careful? Especially now that I was learning what glamour even was. I didn’t actually feel threatened, but it was like a constant feeling of alertness that forced me to stay sharp so I wouldn’t not concede anything.

You are wise to be on guard, but fret not. There will be no tricks with me. I will use these few days to tutor you and Togetic both in the concepts of glamour and violence.

——

The first time Sunshine met Hatterene, I thought a fight would erupt immediately.

We had traveled a few more hours until we settled in a small clearing, and I used the opportunity to introduce Pupitar and Turtonator to her. The rock type seemed nervous, but happy to see another powerful being so soon. Sunshine’s snout flared and the temperature rose until I had to recall him.

It wasn’t like he’d been the only one at fault. Hatterene had provoked him first by calling him a decrepit creature. For all of her wisdom, it seemed that her irrational hate for dragons was irreparable. Changing a mind grew harder the older the person was, and even though I doubted that she was as old as Shiftry, the Keeper was old. She’d called Cynthia a child, after all.

Wyrms are such simple beings. A few words are all it takes to set them off, the Keeper said with a bloodthirsty grin.

“Don’t you think you were rude?” I asked. “He hadn’t even done anything yet.”

I didn’t appreciate the look in his eye. I would usually kill for such a heavy slight.

“You didn’t even try to get along, and he did. I think that proves that you were more immature than he was. You just basically ignored all of the rules. Where was your hospitality?”

Such a human way of thinking, Hatterene said. There will be no hospitality for wyrms. It is a wonder that Togetic even tolerates him.

“She learned to appreciate and love him just like I did,” I said. “We made a deal, didn’t we? So long as he doesn’t offend, you will tolerate him. Or are your words worth nothing?”

Hatterene’s stare grew sinister, but I knew I had caught her. I ignored the pit of primal fear forming in my stomach and looked right into her eyes.

“Fairies don’t lie.”

They do not. My apologies for the offense.

Still, I’d need to wait at least an hour or two for Sunshine to cool down. If I released him right now, he’d attack her right away and get himself seriously injured. I still had a few Hyper Potions left, but I wanted to keep them in case Team Galactic attacked me.

You are hunted? Hatterene asked.

“By humans, yes,” I said. “They’re called Team Galactic— wait, you already read my thoughts. Anyway, I thought you’d know about them.”

I don’t bother with human squabbles. However, having something happen to an exceptional human such as yourself would be a tragedy. Let us hastily begin Togetic’s training. Glamour appears complicated at its core, but manifesting things on a smaller scale is a simple affair…