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Suddenly the pokémon's ears swivelled towards their direction. "Aha, found you two." The lady said lightly. Nervously Terry and Florance walked over towards the woman. "No need to fear. My name is Martha." "Uhh... I'm Terry and this is Florance." "Nice to meet you two; by chance, did you two happen to see a pokémon? She is a Gardevoir, her name is Earl Grey." Terry shook his head, Florance did likewise.

"Keep an eye out for her." "Uhhh... Why did she run away? Does she even have legs to run?" Terry said, somewhat confusedly. "I wish I could tell you. I really do. All I can say is that I am on a mission, and I need all the help I can get." "Come on, you can tell us." They pleaded. "Fine... I'll tell you more. How many regions are there?" Martha asked. "Five: Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Unova." Florance answered. "Technically you're wrong. There is also the Sevii Islands, the Oblivia Archipelago, the Fiore Region and the Almia Subcontinent." "Okay? So what does that have to do with anything?" "Nothing really, just something to get your mind thinking. Well, what can I say?" Martha trailed off. "Ah yes, it appears that the group known as 'The Elementals' is hiding out here in the Unova region. Beware: They are a shady bunch with high level pokémon and with sick ideals towards pokémon. They seek to gain as much money and power as possible. There is no job that they are unwilling to do. Their chief members are-"at which Martha was cut off suddenly by a loud crack.

They ran over towards the sound. They saw a wounded pokémon lying on the ground. It was chiefly green and white; it had red hornlike protrusions from its chest and back. The pokémon was semiconscious; they could see it stirring weakly. "EARL GREY!!" Martha cried out horrified. Very gingerly she picked it up in her arms and turned to them. "Do you two have a pokémon center?!" She cried out. "N-no, but I have supplies at my house. Come, I'll show you the way." Terry said.

They hurried over to his house. They barged in his house to find his father lying on the floor unconscious. "Dad! Wake up! What happened!" Terry ran to his father on the floor. Terry's father groaned slightly and awoke. "Terry, there were some people who demanded to see a girl. Something about meeting her before..." his father trailed off.

Quickly Terry ran into his room and retrieved the stash of pokémon supplies from his closet. When he thundered downstairs, Earl Grey was unconscious. "Oh no." Terry said under his breath. He opened the chest and pulled out bandages, wraps, balms, and a small pouch of berries. "Shhhh, it's okay we are here to help you." Terry said soothingly. He applied the balm gingerly to the worst of the wounds, applied the bandages to them and finally gently tied the wraps around Earl Grey. He strode to the sink and poured water in a bowl; sloshing a bit on his way back. He rummaged in the chest for a cloth.

He dipped the cloth into the lukewarm water and rubbed off the dirt and grime off of Earl Grey's body. He instructed Martha to pick up her pokémon and led her to his bed in his room.

Martha eased Earl Grey into the covers and sat down beside her. "Thank you so much. Earl Grey is now safe, without you I don't know what could have happened to her." Martha said quietly. "T-thank you. I didn't know I had it in me to do that." Terry then gave Martha the small pouch of berries. "When Earl Grey wakes up, could you hand her an Oran Berry?" he asked. She thanked him.

Terry tiptoed downstairs and went to check on his father. He was asleep on the couch. Terry could see a bruise on his father`s neck.

An alien feeling of rage crept into Terrys heart.The Elementals` had hurt his friends and family. He never did anything, what the hell were their motivations for doing that? He stomped out to the front porch and sat in the moonlight; too angry to notice its crystalline beauty. Slowly the anger was replaced by a deep sadness. Why would someone hurting another fellow living being? Was power really all that important? Questions swirled around through his head. Terry couldn't answer any of them, depression fuelled depression.

Flo walked out, she sat down beside him. "Is something bothering you?" Terry said silent. Why was it so hard to admit something? He desperately wanted to say no, he had to say yes though; it would only be fair for Flo. "It's the group Martha told us about, 'The Elementals', why would anyone do such a thing?" "I have no clue Terr. Some people are different, you know that. It is their ideals however that from what I heard; are the crude at best. I cannot stand violence for sake of power or money. I will do the best I can to help Martha; I will go so far to put my life on the line."

This was a new side of Florance, Terry had not seen before. The Flo, Terry knew and grew up with was sweet, kind, caring, gentle and a little melancholy. Terry saw a clear and pronounced iron streak in her heart; not something to cross or trifle with.

"Could you promise me, if I go too far, could you stop me?" Florance said. "What do you mean?" Florance looked down and whispered "I found an icy part of my heart. I cannot bring myself to forgive those bastards who harmed Earl Grey." That simple statement wracked Terry's universe. Was this the Flo's dark side?

"Flo, I would do anything for you. You know it." Terry said. "Good, I'm relieved. Sometimes I don't know my own limits; I don't want to hurt someone."

Terry reached over to Flo and hugged her. "Tonight, please try to overcome this emotion. Don't let it consume you, you and I have a long road ahead of us. Please try to make the beginning magnificent." Terry whispered.

Fifteen or so minutes later they walked inside. They found Martha sitting on the couch, she looked shrunken. "You look shrunken." Terry said. "Would you like tea, coffee, juice, water?" Martha perked up. "Tea please; what kind of tea do you have by the way?" "Uhh... Let me check..." Terry hurried to his special little cupboard. Five minutes later he came out with his arms full with boxes, tins, packets and jars of a wide variety of tea. Martha's eyes widened.

"Urr... I think I'll have that one." Martha pointed to a plain, polka dotted jar. "Interesting. That's my personal blend, it's not tea though. It's coffee. I call it "Cinnamon Coffee Surprise!" it is apparently quite-"at which Terry was interrupted by Florance "It is!"

"As I was saying, I got positive reviews. I kinda like it myself." Terry admitted; he blushed slightly. "Sounds great, I'll give it a try." Eight minutes later Martha was drinking 'Cinnamon Coffee Surprise' from a blue, wavy mug.

"I have to agree with you, it is pretty good." Martha agreed. "Take it then." "Is that okay? Florance might want it..." Martha said. "No, take it. She has a container of it at her home, plus I have another whole jar of it somewhere in my room." "Thank you!" Martha then proceeded to give Terry a tight hug. "Hey! You, back off he's mine." Florance said with a stony look. "S-sorry, I didn't know..." Martha trailed off; Terry blushed.

Florance burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding; I'll share him with you. You're my friend." Terry's blush deepened. "So, tomorrow is a brand new day. We will leave tomorrow; let us make it the best day in our lives." Terry vowed. Flora and Martha heartily agreed.

Terry pulled up a mattress for camping and added a pillow and blankets for the trio. "Good night everyone." "Say, Martha." "Yeah?" "Will you be able to sleep? I mean, you just had caffeine." "It's okay. I'm somewhat resistant to its effects now." Martha admitted. "I see. Good night."

Terry released Tidal, and Florance let out Joy. They curled up besides Yena.

Morning; great. Terry fought away the sleep from his eyes. This is what a zombie must feel like he reasoned. As soon as he stretched, the Sleep left his body. He saw that Martha's mattress was empty; Florance however was still asleep. He padded over towards the kitchen.

It was a cool autumn morning. More gold, red, orange and brown leaves filled the trees. He strode to the door. He saw leaves float down lazily to the ground. It was mesmerising. He stared, enthralled by the leave's graceful dance. Something was missing though... In a flash of brilliance he realized what he needed. He turned on the coffee pot and poured himself to a bowl of cereal.