Earthford Showdown Ch. 3 of 3: Revelation
#3 of Earthford Showdown
Earthford Showdown Ch. 3 of 3: Revelation
By Anonymless
The sun shined brightly on the stadium of Earthford this Wednesday morning. Like yesterday, the residents of the city were eagerly waiting for the game to begin. Peter arrived a bit later than the others, and when he walked out of the door and looked around, most of the seats were already occupied. He briefly considered walking into the cafe and watching the final match on the TV instead, but decided against it when he saw that Glacia was sitting in the outermost seat of the back row. He walked over and stood up next to her.
"Hi again, Glacia. Are you here to look for the thief, or are you just here to watch?"
"The latter," she replied. "I'm done searching, so I figured there would be no harm in taking a break for a while."
"I see." Peter sighed. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of much help last night... we did our best, me and Rachel, but it was all for nothing."
"Don't worry about it. It was a bad idea on my part to get you involved in the first place. I'm not used to working together with others."
"So what's going to happen now?" Peter glanced at the empty arena. "It seems like he wants Jennifer to win the tournament. All the Pokemon who met her before were drugged, and now it has happened to Flygon as well. Why are they doing this?"
"I can answer that for you," Glacia replied, "but in an hour or so, you'll find out yourself. Keep your eyes open after the match is over and I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
She stood up and moved away from her seat. "You can sit here if you'd like. I must be going now."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Huh... thanks, but why the rush? Don't you want to see the final?"
"I have to admit that the forces at work here are greater than I had imagined, and what will happen here shortly is far too crude for my taste." After that, Glacia started walking toward the exit.
"Wait, what are you talking about? The thief is still planning something here! Can't you help us do something about him?"
Glacia stifled a laugh. "I already did. I've replaced his weapon with an imitation. Rest assured that the legend is safe, and please stay out of trouble from now on."
Peter stood there confused for a moment, and before he knew it, Glacia was gone. He sighed and sat down in the outermost seat of the back row, then glanced at the arena, which was still empty. "Great, I still don't know anything about what's going on here... what can I do? I'll just sit here and wait."
He sat there in silence for a few minutes, listening to people chatting around him, and watched the entrance of the arena. Soon enough, the announcer walked out, and was met by cheers from the crowd while he went to the podium and adjusted the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is it! This is what we've all been waiting for! Are you ready?" The crowd started to cheer even louder. "The final match of the Showdown is about to begin, and the two trainers who will battle now are the very finest of our city. Rachel and her Flygon will compete with Jennifer and her Salamence for the first place of the tournament. They will now enter the arena!"
Jennifer was the first to arrive, and she walked to the center and turned around, then stood still and waited with an evil smile. A moment later, Rachel entered as well, and walked into position in front of Jennifer, deliberately avoiding eye contact with her.
"The two trainers have entered! Now, let the battle begin!"
Jennifer quickly threw her pokeball, releasing the Salamence in a bright flash, which roared and stomped the ground. Soon after, Rachel released her Flygon, which stood up on its hind legs, blinking groggily and looking around, then shook its head and focused its eyes on the Salamence.
"Three... two... one... fight!"
Flygon immediately began to inhale and then let out a sharp, piercing cry which caused the Salamence to cringe. The Salamence recovered fast and leapt forward to answer with its own attack using its powerful claws, severely wounding the Flygon.
Just as the Salamence was about to strike a second time, Flygon jumped into the air and flew over it, then landed on the other side and breathed a jet of flame at the Salamence. The larger dragon shrugged it off and roared in anger, then lunged and managed to graze the Flygon with another claw attack before it could dodge. The Flygon flew off and landed a small distance away from its opponent, and started to inhale again, ready to use another attack...
Something clicked, and the Flygon stood there for a second, blinking strangely, then began to stagger. Shortly after it collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness. The Salamence took a step forward, then stood up on its hind legs and roared triumphantly.
"We have a winner!" The crowd went wild, and Jennifer walked to the Salamence's side and held up her Poke Ball with a smile. Meanwhile, Rachel withdrew Flygon into its ball and quickly walked away toward the exit.
"Ladies and gentlemen! It has been an honor to hold this tournament for you and I hope that everyone has had a wonderful time. We have witnessed a total of nine battles between trainers in the span of two days, and today one of them has emerged victorious. I want to thank everyone who has participated..."
The announcer continued talking for a long time, and Peter's attention drifted away when he started to think about the things that had happened. He reclined in his seat and gazed up at the clouds in the sky. A lone, grey-colored bird flew past above the arena.
Peter sighed. "I'm disappointed alright."
He looked at Jennifer and the announcer again, and saw that he was handing her a small trophy. Shortly after, the bird flew back and landed on the grass in the corner of the arena. It had the grey and white colors of a Starly.
"Wait a minute..." Peter eyed the Starly as it hopped around on the grass. "That bird... haven't I seen it before?"
He scratched his head and shrugged. Meanwhile, the announcer had finished handing over the trophy to Jennifer and was walking back to the microphone. When he once again stood on the platform, he cleared his throat and began speaking.
"That's all, my friends! We will have another tournament in the same week next year. I hope that you'll be here to see it as well!"
The Starly had hopped all the way to the center of the arena and stopped in front of Jennifer. The tiny bird looked up at her and gave a short cry, which drew her attention, and they watched each other for a moment. Then, after a few seconds had passed, it started to glow.
A part of the audience fell silent and watched as the Starly jumped up into the air, emitting a brilliant light. Its shape was morphing into something else, something just as small but decidedly unbirdlike with hands, feet and a slender tail longer than itself with a small oval shape at the end. The creature swirled in the air for a moment as the light started to fade, revealing more details of its appearance. When the transformation was complete, it stopped moving, but remained hovering in the air. Its skin was pink in color, and it was facing Jennifer with its eyes closed.
The creature was not prepared for what Jennifer had in mind. Just as it opened its eyes, a spherical object decorated with the letter M flew through the air and slapped it in the face, then ricocheted away and landed on the grass with a small thud. After that, nothing else happened. The creature was not harmed, and observed Jennifer with a frown.
Everyone was silent. Jennifer looked nervously at the ball on the ground, then at the angered creature in front of her. She reached for her other Poke Ball, the one with the Salamence in it, and released the dragon between her and the levitating biped. The Salamence took a step forward and let out its characteristic roar, but when the dragon saw who its opponent was, it quieted down in reverence as well.
"I can't believe it..." Peter whispered to himself, edging forward on his seat. "...that was Mew?"
The creature held up its right arm. A shadow fell over the stadium, and when Peter looked up, he saw that the clouds in the sky were forming a spiral above them. Meanwhile, the rest of the audience grew restless, and some of them started making their way toward the exit.
Finally, the announcer walked up to the microphone again, although it was clear he was desperately trying to hide that he was terrified. "Calm down, ladies and gentlemen! There's no need to panic. We must slowly evacuate and..."
His speech was cut off when a bolt of lightning flew from the arena and hit the microphone, causing it to break and emit sparks. The old man jumped away in fright and quickly started running for the exit. It caused a chain reaction in the audience, who also started moving with great haste away from the scene. Peter watched the spectacle best he could from his distance, and he thought he could see the Mew smiling as it floated there in the middle of the chaos.
The Salamence roared again, and Jennifer started backing away from the two Pokemon. A moment later, the dragon lunged and tried to attack Mew using its claws, but the psychic creature summoned a defensive barrier in time to block the impact. The Salamence was not deterred and attempted the move another time. In response, the Mew dashed to the side and maneuvered around Salamence, then projected an invisible force upon the dragon that caused it to crash down violently on the ground. The Salamence howled in pain and became infuriated, and used this anger to will itself into recovering from the injury. It jumped into the air and flew toward Mew, then exhaled and let loose a wave of fire at the creature, slightly burning it.
At this point only a few people remained on the stands, as most of the audience had retreated to safety outside. Peter was one of the few remaining ones, and he was glued to the wall in the furthermost corner of the structure to protect himself from stray fire. The battle raged on, but the little floating creature seemed intent on playing with its hopelessly outmatched opponent instead of finishing the fight. It discharged more bolts of lightning that arced through the air in all directions, damaging various parts of the building but leaving Peter unharmed.
Peter diverted his attention from the two combatants for a moment and looked around in the arena. He saw Jennifer standing in a corner on the other side, and she was talking to someone on her cellphone. Sensing something shady about this conversation, he ran down the stairs to the exit.
He entered the door leading into the lobby of the stadium. It connected to all other parts of the building; there were doors that led to the cafe, a door into the arena and a large door leading outside. Peter walked through the empty hallway and stood in front of the main entrance. If Jennifer was calling for reinforcements, they would have to enter through this door.
A few minutes later, he saw a Pokemon approaching the entrance. It was a Mightyena. Peter smiled and reached into his right pocket as the Mightyena entered the building and started growling at him.
"Hello there. Didn't you learn your lesson last time?" Peter pulled out the Poke Ball from his pocket and brandished it. "I guess I'll have to show you again... ARGH!"
In the blink of an eye, the Mightyena attacked. It struck Peter in the stomach, and he fell backwards while his Poke Ball slipped from his grasp. When he landed on the floor, the Mightyena stepped up on him and pinned him there. The wolf moved up close to bite him in the throat, but he managed to shield himself with his right arm and was bitten in the wrist instead.
"Hnghh.. ahh... you filthy little...!" He stuttered as the Mightyena buried its teeth in the flesh of his arm, delivering intense pain. He could not move from his position, he was too weak to fight off this Pokemon by himself and any attempt to dislodge his arm from the wolf's jaws would only cause even more pain.
He heard a sharp crack, and the Mightyena suddenly yowled and was thrown away from him, and he heard a heavy thud as it hit the floor nearby. The wolf was gone, but Peter remained on the floor gasping for air. After a while, his arm started to grow numb, and he mustered enough strength to stand up.
"Espeon...?"
Somehow, his Pokemon had been released. Espeon frowned as it watched the unconscious Mightyena, and the gem on its forehead shined brightly. They glanced at each other for a second. "Th... thanks. You saved my life."
He looked at the bleeding wound on his arm and winced. "Jesus. Where's the first aid?"
Looking around in the hallway for a moment, he didn't see anything he could use for patching the wound. What he did see was a bearded and bald-headed man walking into the entrance. The man stopped in his tracks when he noticed what Espeon had done to the Mightyena. For a moment he was silent, and Peter gave him a vicious stare.
"Oh my..." Jim laughed nervously. "I seem to have entered at a rather inopportune time. Would you mind if I just... come back later?"
After that, he turned around and started running, angering Peter enough to make him completely forget about the injury.
"Damn it! He's getting away!" Peter looked at Espeon. "Someone needs to guard the door. You stay here and I'll try to catch up on him."
Espeon nodded, and Peter darted out through the front door. When he got out on the gravel road, he saw the man walking over the parking lot near the hillside, unaware of his pursuit. He took a path behind some cars and started closing in on the thief. While doing so, he fumbled around in his pockets until he found his cell and took it out. To his dismay, it was out of batteries. And even worse, the noise he made was enough to alert Jim to his presence and he started running again.
"Stop the thief! Stop him!" Peter shouted as he pursued the man on the road that led into the city. He was in a poor condition for sprinting, but he refused to acknowledge it. He ran as fast as he could, perhaps even a bit faster than that, and managed to draw dangerously close to the thief. However, the man made a surprise maneuver into a nearby alley and bought some precious seconds while Peter had to turn around and follow him.
When Peter entered the alley, the thief was out of sight. He ran a bit further into the narrow street, but had to stop when he reached the other side. He was wholly exhausted, his vision was starting to blur, and the man he had followed was nowhere to be found. He took a few more reeling steps before accepting defeat.
"Hhh...hahh..."
He looked down at his arm, and the sight would probably have made weaker men nauseous. The flow of blood from the bite wound had ruined his shirt and trickled all the way down to his jeans. To him, though, it felt more like he was in a dream and that none of it was really happening.
He heard some sort of whistling sound coming from behind him. Perhaps it was a hallucination, but he turned around nonetheless. Right when he did so, the little floating creature that had caused all the commotion in the tournament swooshed past him, leaving behind a trail of sparkling light. When it passed him he turned around again to keep looking at it and saw it ascending high up into the sky. A few seconds later, it was only a distant spot in the clouds.
"Ahhh... hahh... hhh... we did it!" Peter laughed weakly in between heavy breaths. "We stopped their stupid plan... I drove him away... and Mew is... finally... safe..."
After that, he passed out. In his fall to the ground, his head hit a nearby lamppost, and he collapsed in a bloody heap on the sidewalk.
It was dark, darker than anywhere in the living world. It was like a vast emptiness; a complete nothing where even one's own self had simply disappeared and been replaced with a vacuum. Was it the afterlife, or was it just another one of his hallucinations? And if it was a perfect void, where did his thoughts come from?
All he knew was that he was thinking, and it was dark. Those two things were clear, and that was certainly a good start. Perhaps it would be possible to get out of this state if he only set his mind to it. Perhaps, if he tried to move his body a little, it might just wake up again. However the part of existence where his body was supposed to be was disturbingly empty at the moment, and trying to move it was a lot like trying to pick up an empty glass that didn't exist and then quenching your thirst with its contents.
He decided to try and stop thinking for a moment, and just let the emptiness swallow him. Maybe not existing wouldn't be so bad after all. If you didn't exist, you wouldn't know about it, so you couldn't possibly be unhappy about your nonexistence. But to still have a mind adrift in nothingness after the rest of you stopped existing would get pretty tiresome after a while.
What was that? For a moment, he thought he could hear a gentle voice in the darkness. It may have been his imagination playing tricks on him, but he was determined to examine this phenomenon carefully instead of thinking so much about meaningless philosophical questions.
"Peter..."
This time it was a lot more comprehensible, and it sounded like something a young woman would say in reality. Strangely enough, he didn't recognize the voice, even though it apparently knew his name. If it was a living person, he wondered how they could reach him from outside the void. If it wasn't, well, at least he had someone else to spend this eternal intellection with.
"Peter... wake up, Peter."
He opened his eyes. "Hnhh... huh?"
The first thing he saw was the last he would have expected. The little pink flying creature smiled softly at him. "That's better."
"Wuh-whoa, wait, what?" Peter stuttered, and got up from lying on the ground and onto his knees. "Mew!?"
The creature floated in the air in front of him and giggled. "Yes. I am Mew."
He looked at Mew in disbelief when it answered him. It wasn't really talking to him, in the traditional sense. The words just came to him somehow, and then he felt like he remembered hearing them.
"I'm sorry if I startled you. I saw that you were in great danger, so I brought you to safety here."
"You... brought me here?" Peter blinked. "Hold on, where are we?"
He looked around. He was sitting in soft grass on a field of open land, and a small breeze went past them. For some reason, his wounds were also gone, and he felt more vigorous than ever. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was Paradise.
"We're in a safe place."
"Yeah, but..." Peter scratched his head. "Never mind. Mew... I could ask you so many questions. I don't know where to start."
Mew smiled again. "Don't worry. I can give you as much time as you want."
"Oh, okay..." Peter thought for a moment. "First off, the tournament. You almost got caught by a thief. Why did you even go there in the first place?"
"I am aware of the danger I cause to myself and others in my vicinity. Most of the time, I hide from the rest of the world so that they do not have to suffer because of me. But I do not enjoy hiding."
"So what you're telling me is... you did it because you were bored?"
Mew smiled. "Yes, you could say that."
"Well, then, you should at least try not to get hit by any more Poke Balls in the future."
"Don't worry. They have tried to catch me before, but they never succeed."
Peter laughed. "I guess you're right. I was really worried for a while there, but after all the things that have happened today... I'm starting to think that your power is really limitless."
"Maybe it is. I don't know. I have tried a lot of things, and I have not failed yet."
"I saw you transform into a bird before. Can you transform into whatever you want?"
"I think so."
Peter smiled. "Can you transform me?"
"Yes, I can transform you. What do you want to be?"
"Uh, I dunno. I just thought it would be fun to try being something else for a while."
Mew floated to the side and circled Peter once, then returned to where it was originally. "What is your favorite color?"
"Hmm, brown. Actually, no, it's white. Why do you ask?"
Mew smiled. "Perfect. Close your eyes."
"Okay..." Peter closed his eyes. He felt something soft touching his forehead for a moment, and then it went away. Oddly, he started feeling a bit warmer than usual.
"That's enough. You can look now."
He opened his eyes. "What did you do? I don't see anything different... ah... HAH... ATCHOO!"
He held his arm in front of his nose and sneezed. In fact, he sneezed so hard that he fell over and tumbled over the grass a short distance, and got entangled in his own clothes in the process. When he finally stopped, his shirt was covering his eyes, and it seemed like everything was a whole lot larger.
He moved around inside the strangely large clothes, trying to find the neck opening, but it seemed like his body locomoted in a different fashion than he was used to. When he eventually managed to pop out with his head through a hole in the shirt, he saw that the Mew was floating nearby and giggling as it looked at him. He crawled out of the shirt, and realized that he had become a quadruped.
"Whoa...!" Peter took a few steps on the grass, and nearly stumbled. He stopped and tried to turn his head to look at himself, although the only thing he could see was a lot of bristly brown fur. "What am I?"
"This is a Zigzagoon. It is brown and white. Do you like it?"
"It's awesome!" Peter rolled around in the grass, and with some effort he managed to stand up on his two pairs of legs again. "And hey, it seems like I can talk! I'm not sure how that works, but it's pretty rad."
"That seems to happen when I turn humans into other things. I'm glad you like it."
Peter took some steps backwards, and then started racing over the grassy plain. When he reached the top of a hill, he jumped as far as he could, landing with his front legs first and then decelerating until he was still. "Ha, I'm starting to get the hang of this."
The Mew floated closer to where he was and sat down on top of the hill. This seemed strange to Peter, but it took him a while to figure out why. After all this time he had spent watching Mew, this was actually the first time it had touched the ground.
He trotted up to the hilltop and sat down next to Mew, then looked at it curiously. "Hey, Mew. I don't get it."
"Hmm? What is it you don't understand?"
He shuffled around so that he and Mew were facing each other. "I don't get why you're being so nice to me. I'm just a normal guy. What did I do to deserve all of this?"
"You very nearly sacrificed yourself in a fight against one of the people who tried to capture me."
"Uh... yeah, I guess..." Peter paused uncertainly. "But you didn't need my help. At any moment you could have just teleported away or something. My fighting was completely pointless."
"It is the thought that counts. You fought in concern for the welfare of another. I appreciate it."
Peter looked down at the ground. "I... uh..."
He felt something touching his snout and looked up again. At that moment, Mew pressed her lips against his. He turned red in embarrassment, but he didn't move.
Some moments later they parted, and Peter just sat there blushing wildly. They looked at each other, and Mew raised one arm, then caressed him on the cheek with her small, soft digits.
"You are very kind. I think if more humans were like you, the world would be a better place."
"Er..." Peter just stared at Mew, still blushing.
"Please don't be shy. You can say anything you want. I won't be offended."
"Uh... you're a very kind... person, yourself, Mew." Peter blurted out.
"Thank you, Peter."
He felt uncomfortable in a lot of ways, and something was brushing the grass under him. If it was what he thought it was, things were going to get really awkward really quickly. Trying not to show too much to the Pokemon in front of him, he started feeling on his furry underside with one of his paws.
"Are you aroused?"
"Wha...?" Apparently, hiding things from a psychic was pretty difficult. "Oh, no, I just... uh..."
"If you are, you can tell me what you want, and I'll try to satisfy your desire."
He moved backwards with his upper body, and lay down with his back on the grass and his stubby legs sticking out in different directions. In this position, his red Zigzagoon penis was perfectly visible to both of them, and like all other parts of his new body it was rather diminutive.
Mew leaned forward and moved up between Peter's legs, with her face only a few inches away from his member. They looked at each other, and Peter shivered a little.
"Can you... lick it?" He said uneasily.
"I will start now," Mew said. "If you change your mind at any time, tell me and I will stop."
"Okay..." Peter said and reclined, lying face-up with his head on the grass. "Please, do it."
He closed his eyes, and soon felt her tongue passing over the underside of his shaft. He gasped at the contact with his sensitive skin, but did his best to remain still. As he lay there panting for air, he felt her short, repeated laps on his dick, starting at the base and going all the way to the top.
"Ahh... yes! That's... ahhh..."
He moaned loudly, his eyes still closed. When Mew had reached the tip of his penis, she parted her lips and gently started sucking on it. It was too much, and he started to shudder, his mind completely lost in ecstasy.
Mew increased her speed a bit, and started to alternate between sucking and licking on the tip. She heard the labored breaths of the transformed trainer under her, and knowing what was about to happen, she sealed her lips tightly around his hard member.
"Ahhh...!"
Peter moaned again, and started shooting into Mew's mouth. The Pokemon calmly swallowed each squirt when it came out. During the ejaculation, his penis started to swell, and a small knot formed at the base of it, right in front of Mew's face.
A moment later, the squirts stopped, and Mew withdrew from his swollen penis while Peter breathed heavily. He slowly turned over and rested face-down on the grass, still panting and with his eyes half open.
A few minutes passed, and he started feeling composed again. He turned his head to the side, and saw that Mew was also lying on the grass nearby, with her back to the grass and watching the sky. He sighed and closed his eyes, although he didn't really feel like sleeping.
"Mew...?"
The Pokemon tilted its head and looked at him. "Yes? What is it?"
"I'm worried."
"No one can reach you here. I promise."
"It's not like that." Peter opened his eyes and looked at Mew. "I'm worried about the others. About Espeon, Rachel, and the rest of the people in Earthford."
"I understand." Mew floated up in the air and landed in front of Peter, then looked at him again. "I can show you how to return to your friends, if that is your wish."
"Yeah..." Peter looked back at her. "I think that would be the best. Don't get me wrong, it's been wonderful being with you, Mew... but my friends are probably looking for me right now, and I need to go back to them."
Mew held up her right hand, and a small orb of light materialised in front of it. "Touch this, and it will send you home."
"Okay." Peter stood up on all fours and smiled. "Thanks for everything, Mew."
He held out his right paw, and touched the light between them. Immediately, it burst and released intensely bright rays in all directions, and Peter had to close his eyes to avoid being blinded. He felt a wave of coldness rushing through his body, and his senses started to dim. A moment later, the grassy, paradisiac plain was only a distant memory.
"Urgh..."
Peter turned over and groaned. He had an itching in his arm and his whole body felt stiff. The soft material he was lying on eased the pain somewhat, but it was still there.
"Huh...?"
He opened his eyes, and saw a white ceiling. The soft stuff he was lying on was a bed. He sat up in a hurry, but when he did he felt a sharp pain in his right arm and cringed. The arm was covered in bandages, right where his wound had been earlier. He looked around in the room. On one side of the bed was a large humming contraption with some cables coming out of it, and on the other side, Rachel was sitting in a chair reading a book. When she noticed him, she smiled.
"Oh, hello there. I was starting to think you'd never wake up."
Peter blinked. "How did I get here? Ergh... I feel awful."
"I could ask the same thing." Rachel laughed. "I don't know much myself. I was at the Pokemon Center caring for Flygon when the news about Mew reached me. Did you get into a fight with someone?"
"Kinda..." Peter groaned. "I met Jim and his Mightyena again. God. I almost got killed, but Espeon saved me..."
He looked around in the room again, and saw that Espeon was curled up on a mat in a corner of the room, sleeping.
"And then... my memory is a bit hazy. I chased after him, but I don't think it worked out very well."
Rachel closed the book and put it down on a table. "From what I've gathered, a passerby found you unconscious on the street with grave injuries and called for ambulance. I rushed to the hospital as soon as I found out about it. You've been in that bed for two days."
"Mew..." Peter sighed. "It was a... dream?"
"What was?"
"Never mind. It was... strange. I can't explain."
Rachel picked up an envelope from the table. "Glacia sent you a gift and a letter. Do you want me to read it for you?"
"Oh, sure... I can't really do anything with my arm right now, anyway..."
She opened the envelope and took out the letter, then started reading from it.
"Dear Peter, I am sorry that I could not meet you in person and I hope that you will have a speedy recovery. I have left Earthford to travel east. The events that transpired during the Showdown have given me an appetite for greater challenges, and I believe I will find what I am looking for in Evergrande."
"Evergrande..." Peter gazed at the paper in Rachel's hand. "That's the place of the Elite Four, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is. This is just the first half of the letter though."
"Oh, sorry." Peter lay down on the bed. "Please continue."
Rachel started reading aloud again. "I have not yet captured the thief, but there's no need to worry. I'm certain we won't have to see him again for a long time. I am very grateful for your help and I have attached a small gift to this letter. Farewell, Peter. We may meet again someday. If we do, be prepared."
Rachel folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, and placed it on the table. "That's all."
"Thanks, Rachel." Peter looked at the envelope on the table. "She mentioned a gift... where is it?"
"Here." Rachel picked up a Poke Ball and showed it to Peter. The ball was purple and had the letter M on the front.
"This..." Peter reached out with his left arm and took the ball. He smiled broadly. "It's the Master Ball... Glacia took it from the thief and replaced it with a fake. This one's the real thing. Incredible..."
"I've never seen one before. I'm a bit jealous, to be honest." Rachel smiled.
Peter held the Master Ball firmly in his left hand. "Rachel. I have to tell you. I had... a dream. I think it was a dream."
Rachel looked at him. "Yeah, so I heard. What was it about?"
"I woke up on a beautiful plain, and my wounds were gone. Mew was there. She told me many things about herself, the tournament and her reasons for going there. It felt... very real. But I see now that it must have been a dream."
"Well, Mew is a powerful psychic Pokemon. It is possible that it contacted you mentally during your coma, which would explain why it felt real to you."
Peter put down the Master Ball on the bed. "Yeah... that's a possibility..."
"So... do you think you'll see Mew again in the future?"
Peter smiled, and closed his eyes. "I hope so."