She is known as the queen of fragrance, a successful entrepreneur and a fashion icon.

Her business involves the perfume industry and has worked with huge pokemon companies like Devon corp before, producing scented repels that smells good to humans but smells badly to pokemon.

She had a husband that had passed away recently and she also has a son. She doesn't seem to have any other living relatives and she doesn't seem to be pursuing someone new.

Her name is Veronica Stem.

But to me, she's nothing but a self righteous prick.

I was a bad coordinator, she said. What does she even know!? She insulted me but Wallace himself complimented me!

A famous coordinator complimented me!

Wallace is leagues beyond her in terms of fame and she can't even compare to him so how dare she contradict him.

I huffed. A stinging pain came from my eyes and it felt a little warm and moist, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the time on my phone.

12: 41, I must've spent too much time on my phone that my eyes started to hurt.

I rubbed my eyes again and turned my phone off, the room growing dark as I did. I got out from my bed and walked close to the window

I could see the sea from here.

The sea was far away but as I focused my eyes on it, the water felt like it was growing closer and closer, consuming the surrounding land as it went near.

Sounds of waves crashing onto the shore filled my mind despite it being so distant. The room's wall seems to converge on me and I felt my chest tightening .

"Stupid water." I cursed.

I don't think I could sleep well today, I sighed and turned my attention to somewhere else.

Besides the sea, I could see a tall mountain poking through the water tanking the waves crashing onto it like nothing, It's hard to see it under the cover of darkness but it is clear to me that the mountain is Mt. Pyre.

A week of living here in Lilycove has me discovered that Mt. Pyre is actually a graveyard of both pokemon and humans and it was also a breeding ground for natural ghost types to develop.

I scratched my head, if I remember correctly, the twins told me that there exists two types of ghost types

One is the natural ghost types, born from the suffering of a once living being or from the corrupted air that dead beings exhale when they die.

The other are the egg-born, it is when a father ghost type loves a mother ghost type so much that an egg was formed through their love.

Or they just have intercourse. The twins were perhaps too young to be told that.

I wonder how they are doing, they should have seen my gym battle by now as it has been lingering around the internet for a while.

...Had they seen my contest? I surely hope not. They'd make fun of me when they saw me cowardly leaving mid judgement.

I sent a glance towards the sea, maybe I should go to Mossdeep before they can see the video, at least I can try to prevent them from seeing it.

A stray thought entered my mind. I wonder how my actual family would think about it...

Sighing, my gaze stuck to the sea for a few seconds before I closed the curtains and jumped back on my bed, casting a look at the camera that was sitting on a desk besides the bed

I needed to take my mind off things, perhaps I should go hiking after all

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There are multiple sounds buzzing around me. People are talking with one another and there are the shouts of street vendors trying to get someone to buy their goods.

My dead tired brain only amplifies those noises even more and I just wished I carried my ear plugs with me.

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For now, I could only shake off the noise and focus on what's in front of me.

Mt. Pyre.

It stood before a bridge that was built in order to access it easily. The mountain looks much higher up close and I could see it easily towering over buildings.

My hand gripped the camera within my hands and before I could press start and start recording, I looked at my pocket first.

Should I talk to Ralts before recording?

I paused for a while, I hadn't really released him from his ball after rudely recalling him at the contest yesterday.

He must be annoyed with me right now.

Let's just do it later as it's not like there was any need for him to be here.

Mt. Pyre has a lot of visitors coming in so that must mean it's well protected and besides, being inside the ball wouldn't make him starve so no need to let him out to eat and I doubt it would turn out dangerous.

I'm only visiting a cemetery after all.

I exhaled a breath and pulled my lips into a smile and started recording.

"Heya! My name is Andrew and I'll be exploring a place where evil spirits lurk and where ghost types are born!"

Let's see how much my acting improved...

I waved towards the camera in a smooth, fluid motion and started to cross the bridge, walking past people that were trying to get to Mt. Pyre as well.

The people's reactions to me recording is varied and it ranges from some interest to just plain nonchalance, there's also some that looked at me with a tiny glare on their eyes.

The reactions are as expected as this was a famous site after all and they've probably seen a lot of people doing the same and some were starting to get annoyed by it.

I redirected the camera to face the place I was hinting at and said.

"That's right! I'll be exploring Mt. Pyre! It's actually my first time going there so I'm kind of excited."

I returned the camera to face me again and I continued to walk towards the mountain.

"Our goal is to encounter at least one ghost type and document its life, while we're at it, let's see if we found a natural one or an egg-born one!" I stated, maintaining my smile

I finished crossing the bridge and my final step out of it brought me to a patch of dirt and grass. I then started to look for the entrance to the cemetery, only to surprise myself.

The entrance to the graveyard is a small opening to the inside of the mountain, I'd figured it would be some kind of building or all the graves would be laid across the land but they actually hollow out an actual mountain and build the cemetery inside.

The one who built this is one crazy person.

I looked to see if I needed to pay to enter or were there any actions I needed to do but there wasn't anyone standing guard at the entrance so I guess it would be free to enter.

"Woah..." I said out loud, not actually impressed but it was needed for the video.

The graveyard was in perfect order with graves perfectly placed in a straight line, decorations such as flowers are put beside the graves and there are lamps around providing light.

Other than that, there wasn't much else, everything looked well maintained and there were people cleaning the graves of their dead relatives or pokemon.

It's kinda... dull.

"It's so neat!" I gasped, "Did I tell you guys this is also the first time I've been into a graveyard?"

"The place where I lived has a tradition where they put the dead on a raft and sent them drifting along the sea."

"We believed that the legendary pokemon Kyogre would send their waves of fate and guide the dead close to them where they would rest forever." I bowed my head in respect to the graves present here and to the dead that we sent drifting on the ocean.

Although I didn't really believe in such a thing, it was probably done because we literally don't have any land to bury them so we just dump them in the water and give it some nice meaning and it becomes a thing.

The dead had probably ended up being eaten by pokemon and not at Kyogre's side.

"May the dead rest in peace..." I muttered nonetheless.

I started to walk across the place, showing the camera around and reading the text engraved on the tombstones I found interesting.

"Kyla... Age twelve, cause of death, sickness..."

"Orange, age two, cause of death, old age."

"Lean age fifty-six, cause of death,

pokemon invasion."

"Rio, age twenty-eight, cause of death, pokemon invasion."

Tracy, age eighty-nine, cause of death, shot by a bullet."

Their cause of deaths was quite something, someone died young due to sickness while one died of old age at the age of two and there were two people that died from a pokemon invasion and then someone got killed by a very old weapon made for war.

There were only a few words engraved onto the tombstones but despite that a lot of ideas could be formed.

Orange could've been some species of pokemon that only has a life expectancy of two.

Lean and Rio could've been father and son that died together and Tracy could be a soldier or some sort of super secret agent spy that died in battle.

"And Kyla might have been a child with big aspirations but couldn't achieve them because they are sick." I said my thoughts aloud to the camera.

Part of me wanted to stay and mourn the dead beings with imaginary lives I've thought of but I didn't dare linger and be saddened by the past.

I'm already sad enough as is so I just continued to walk.

Minutes then passed and I've walked for quite a bit and I've reached an area where little people are visiting.

The graves were less maintained, some tombstones were crumbling and there were still old, unlit candles sitting on top of them.

What made people stop visiting them?

Should I say some motivational quotes to the camera? Something positive to make this less depressing? On how death is only the beginning and not the end?

Shaking my head, I looked around the mostly empty place, finding a staircase sitting in the corner, I stayed quiet and did not say anything and only climbed the staircase I found.

"We arrived at the second floor guys! I could still see people around here but less." I noted

"Should I continue on to the next floor or... huh, is that a path outside?"

I glanced at the side of the cemetery and there it was, a large open door leading to the outside.

They seriously built a path outside on the second floor, this could only be possible since this cemetery is built inside the mountains.

I will say it again, the one who built this is crazy.

But should I go there though, I still have a lot left of the cemetery to explore.

Well I did want to hike the mountain and not explore this cemetery so I guess we can explore there instead.

I moved my feet and marched my way there, still carrying the camera in my hand and turning it to face forward.

As I went near, I found an elderly woman sweeping fallen leaves outside.

Is she the caretaker of this place? I wondered.

"Hello!" I spoke up, adjusting the camera to better focus on the elderly woman's face.

She didn't even flinch from my sudden greeting and as she glanced up at me, she smiled.

"Oh hello young man, are you here to explore this place like some of your peers?"

I guess my intentions were very obvious with the camera and all.

"Yeah! I was hoping to look for a ghost!"

To be honest, I just needed a goal for the video and this seems like the easiest thing to achieve as far as my tired brain could think of.

The woman paused a bit to process what I had said but then she chuckled and then chuckled for some more.

I tilted my head and frowned.

She just kept chuckling and chuckling for far too long that it started to make me sweat but thankfully, she eventually stopped to breathe.

"I'm sorry, the last one who said that last got a serious surprise from the ghosties so I'll hope you'd forgive me for chuckling "

"Well, I won't stop the youth from experiencing new things so go ahead and you might probably find a ghost and someone that has the same goal as you."

I let my frown go away as I heard her explain but I still find her feeling suspicious.

Even if what happened to the last one that explored the mountains was that hilarious, the chuckling happened for far too long.

I wonder if it's okay to throw a pokeball at her to see if she's a pokemon or not or better yet some salt.

"Really? Thanks, I'll try to catch up to them then."

I didn't act upon my intrusive thoughts and I just went away as quickly as possible, I don't want this video turning into a horror video real quick.

"...Good luck..."

I heard the woman said behind me.

The wind whooshed and the rustling of leaves and the sounds of soft chimes could be heard in the distance.

I looked back at the old woman and found her still sweeping the fallen leaves.

Can't this be just a relaxing hiking trip please?