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(Author's Note)

Character thought

"Human Speech"

'Telepathy between characters'

{Pokemon Speech}

example: "Ni nine tai tails ninetails ine?" is what a human would hear.

{What do you mean you can't understand me?} is what other Pokemon, and certain people would hear.

// // = scene switch

* * * = perspective switch

Chapter 2: Enter the Dragon

Mark and his three Pokemon had been on the ship for five days now. The S.S. Susane had stopped, for the last time until they reach the U.S. coast, on one of the Hawaiian islands.

Mark had decided to give his team a special treat. They would spend the whole day relaxing, no training, no fighting. Just relaxation.

Looking out over the ocean, where surfers were riding the waves, Mark and his partner Cairn were enjoying the sun.

Cairn was a Lucario. But where other's of his kind had blue fur, his was a dark steel-grey. And the normally yellow chest was a smokey-white-grey color.

The two were lounging in the luxuriously soft sand, well away from where all the tourists were. It was a place that only the local's knew of and went to. With palm trees scattered over the beach and a beautiful rainbow off over the ocean. A cool, fragrant breeze blowing around them.

It was a two-hour walk to the docks where the ship was. But the ship would not leave until all the passengers were accounted for. Besides, it didn't leave till 1200 the next day anyway.

Most any other time, Cairn would have used the down time to meditate or train or practice focusing his Aura, both in attack and defense. But the beach had an odd effect on him.

All he wanted to do was sleep in the afternoon sun. Sleep... and have dreams. A most unusual reaction for a Lucario. He smiled as he recalled the last time he had a vivid dream they had been attacked by a certain Mismagius.

Listening to the sounds of waves crashing onto the beach, a couple of surfers laughing and chatting in their native tongue, and the wind blowing through the trees. Cairn stretched out his body, placing his hands behind his head, closed his sky-blue eyes; and passed into a blissful sleep.

// \

{Again!} An old, scared, and big Charizard called down from a platform, 5 meters above where the two warriors were training below him.

The two combatants picked themselves off the ground where they had been thrown by the other. Both were panting so hard that small gouts of flame were exhaled with each breath. Giving only the smallest of grunts, they placed themselves into position, ready to begin again.

The area were they were fighting was deep in a volcano, surrounded by black rock. Yet the top was open to the sky. There were several arches around the arena, most leading to off-caverns. There was one though, that led straight outside. It was technically an active volcano, and lava oozed near one edge of the arena where the two Charizard's were dueling. But it was cool enough inside the cavern that a group of Grass and Water types could sit in comfort, and watch the training take place.

The two eyed each other, taking into account the footing, how the other was balanced, which side (if any) they were favoring.

The one was a 6 1/2 foot, 220 pound, typical looking Charizard. Orange scales, red eye's, and lighter (almost white even) scales down his front. He was bleeding from his nose, where his opponent had head-butted him. The life-flame on his tale burning brightly.

The other was more... unique. At only 6 feet, and 190-200 pounds, his opponent had the advantage of height and weight. His scales though, that is what caught the eye. They were a light-blue, almost turquoise, color. His front was covered in cream-white scales, blemished by three streaks of red where he had taken a slash. His claws and teeth were pure white. The most striking part of him however, were his eyes; they were green, a vibrant dark-forest green. Even shiny's still had red eyes.

Giving his opponent a half smile, ignoring the pain in his side. He got into position. Bending down, one hand (what do you call it on a dragon?) flat on the ground, his three claws spread. His wings flared out to the side to balance him, and his tail bracing against the ground.

The life-flames of the two were burning higher than usual, as this day was to be special. Plus the fire in their blood was running hotter than usual from all the duel's they had fought.

The old Charizard, standing over 14 feet tall and easily weighing over 600 pounds, looked at the two warriors who were waiting for his command. The first thing anyone noticed when the saw him though, was that his right wing was gone, with only a stump left, and his left was in tatters. Plus he was covered in scars, all kinds of scars. Big scars, little scars. Yet, except for missing his left horn, his face was almost entirely untouched.

{Stand down, younglings.} He said, accepting that twenty duel's were more than enough for the day. Especially with the ceremony that was to take place later.

Both Charizard's practically fell down, creating small puffs of dust. Panting and allowing the pain they were feeling to show on their face's, they both rested their weary muscle's.

The elder smiled down on them, Just like me at that age. Full of Fire, and able to push all other thoughts out of mind.

Still smiling, the elder Charizard waved one of his claws, and two Squirtles appeared by both of the younger Charizard's sides holding bowls of water for them.

The orange one plunged right into his bowl, nearly knocking it out of the small Pokemon's hands.

The turquoise one was a bit more controlled. {Thank you,} he said taking the offered bowl and downing it without pause. The Squirtle beamed up at him and refilled the bowl when it was brought back down. He took this second bowl and dumped it over his neck, reviling in the steam it created when it hit his body.

Out of nowhere, there was a loud boom as the elder Charizard dropped down from his perch onto the arena floor.

Standing up as straight as he could, he smiles at the two exhausted Charizard's, who were both still panting for breath.

{Very good my boys. haha. Very good indeed.} (imagine Yoda, with a deep rumbling sort of voice)

{Thank you *pant pant* Flame-elder} the turquoise Charizard responds almost immediately.

{HA! Why are you thanking me Alexander? It is your opponent whom you should be thanking for your recent increases in strength.} With a kind but knowing smile on his face, he turns towards the other Charizard. {Merrik, you fight well. My one piece of advice? Temper your anger. Use it towards your advantage. Force it to _temper} _giving a small chuckle at his own joke, {your strength. Like how a flame soften's and at the same time purifies the human's steel. Let it do the same to your strength. Let it purify your body, but do not let it consume you.}

Turning back toward's Alex, {As for you. There is much that some of the other elder's could learn from you. But...} Holding up a hand, stopping the smile that was coming to Alex's face {...do not let that turn into arrogance. You are still reckless in your attacks. Fighting as when you were a Charmeleon, and was still larger than your opponents.} Giving a small dip of his head, the large dragon sought the proper words. {You are an intelligent Charizard. Use that, and sharpen your strength with it. Fight with your mind, rather than your body, and there is little you will not be able to achieve.}

Both of the dragons waited until he finished, and when he did they gave a deep bow.

{Oh get up you two rascals. You know I get enough of that when I meet with the councils.} Shaking his arms in a "get up, or I'll force you to get up" motion.

From elsewhere in the mountain, came the deep resounding BONG! of a gong being sounded.

_BONG! .... BOng! .... Bong! .... bong.... _

The sounds faded rather rapidly. The old Charizard looked up at the sun, and his eyes grew wide {By the Flame. The council is about to convene.} Muttering a few other choice words, and seemingly random thoughts, a Shinx hopped onto his shoulder as he hobbled away.

The old dragon stopped hobbling for a second... looking around for a few seconds. He reached behind a pile of rocks, picking up an old weathered tree trunk that was about as thick as a man's thigh, and was around six feet tall. Having found his support, the Elder walked away leaving two confused Charizard's to wonder after him as he continued muttering things, and talking to his passenger.

{Blaze's, he really is starting to go mad,} Merrik said as he turned towards an opening in the arena wall. It was the first thing either of them had said after the unceremonious desertion by their master.

{I think that the Elder's have to do some sort of pre-ritual, ritual. Something about getting the blessing of the Flame I think.} Alex said shrugging his shoulders and turning to follow his friend out.

Merrik had already left, but Alex remembered the four Squirtels waiting for new orders. Stopping to face them, Alex gave them permission to have the rest of the day off. The four gave broad smiles and one of them shouted {It's surfing time, ma bro's} and all four disappeared out the arch that led straight outside.

{Hey Merrik, wait up.} Alex called after his friend, running to catch up to him.

* * *

{Ahh. Elder,} a Charizard, 10 feet tall and normal looking except for a single scar on his face, said bowing deeply to the older one who had been teaching Merrik and Alex, {we were wondering if you were going to join us.}

The Elder gave a snarl toward's at the imputes that the other was showing him and barked, {Silence, Yakar. When I desire to hear you speak, I will tell you.}

Yakar gave an arrogant smile, and bowing his head while backing off.

The Elder ignored him, and turning toward the other Charizards, his snarl turned to a pleased smile. {Jerod, Alicia. It is good to see you my friends.}

The two in question bowed their heads in respect, also with pleased smiles on their face.

{Elder,} turning at the use of his name, his smile grew even wider seeing who it was.

{Ahha! Sharak, you old lizard.} The Elder spread his arms wide and hugged the other Charizard, who was nearly as big as he was. {It has been to long my brother.}

Sharak who, other than missing an eye, looked very well for someone of his age. Returning the embrace, {Me? It is you who is the old lizard here, as I still have my wings.}

The Elder gave a hearty laugh, and released the embrace.

That is when the Elder noticed a female Charmeleon sitting on a bench, legs crossed, using her claws to carve a wooden figurine. Her scales were pure gold, so much that she seemed to have been made out of the precious metal. Upon her head was a tiara with a single ruby, flawless and the size of an American gold-dollar, hanging between her eyes; strangely though, it never seemed to get in front of her eyes, and seemed to stay in a single position on her forehead no matter how she bended her head looking at the figurine she was carving. Around her neck, she wore a band of silver links, at the apex of which there hung two small Dragonaire figurines, about 7 inches each, entwined around each other; and between them, a small flawless diamond that seemed to glow with an inner light.

The room went silent as the Elder approached the 2nd stage evolution. When he was in front of her, she picked her head up looking him right in the eye. Her face was blank for several moments. Then the tips of her mouth moved up, and a small grin moved onto her face. Her eyes lighting up.

In a clear and almost angelic voice, {Greetings, Elder of the Hawaiian Tribes. It is good to see that you are still here amongst the living.}

The Elder looked at her, and bowed deeply. In a very formal, almost reverent tone, he addressed the Charmeleon {Thank you milady, Mistress of the Flame.} Standing back up, letting some of the formality fade, {I would not miss an occasion such as today though. Simply so I could return my bones to the Flame and enter the eternal sleep.}

At this the Charmeleon chuckled, a sound laced with amusement. {I know you wouldn't. But please, I have asked you before to only to call me Ellra.}

The Elder once again let himself smile and, with some respect still in his tone, addressed her in a more friendly manner. {Ah, the formalities must be dispensed with before I could do such a thing.} Giving a deep laugh.

Ellra laughed as well, placing the figurine she was working on, on the bench beside her. Despite being only 4 feet tall, hopped off her perch and gave the Elder a hug that made him take a half-step back.

The tension in the room disappeared entirely, except for Yakar who was still sulking in the corner, now that all the formalities had been dealt with.

The Elder motioned to the center of the council chamber, a large circular room that had a fire in the middle. Around the fire were six stone slabs. One for each of five members of the council, and one for a guest or speaker. Each member of the council: Yakar, Jerod, Alicia, Sharak, and the Elder, took a position facing the central slab. This was occupied by Ellra, and due to its size, she could now speak eye level with them.

As the last council member sat down, Ellra looked each one in the eye. {I believe that you all know why I am here.}

They all nodded, or said a quiet {Yes.}

Ellra continued speaking, {Tonight there is a Flame-naming ceremony.}

The Elder gave a not-so-secret smile, knowing that his students were the ones to have the honor of trying to find their Flame-name. Some of the other council started to speak softly to each other. Ellra raised a hand, silencing the room.

{There is another reason...} she said, making the council take new attention to her.

{Tonight is also the full moon.} Some nodded, as the Flame-naming ceremony's always took place on a full moon. {Together with an eclipse.}

This news made some of the dragons shift nervously. Except for Yakar.

He stood up from his seat, looking at the slightly nervous looks on some council members faces, disgust evident on his. {Are you, the great and powerful council, really afraid of all this hocus-pocus?} Giving a dismissive wave of his hand, {There have been many eclipses. To boot, not a single Charizard in the last 40 years has found his Flame-name during this pointless ceremony anyway.}

This statement made Alicia jump from her seat, {You will be silent, and not interrupt the Mistress of Flame.}

Yakar laughed at her, {Why? Why should I let a 2nd stage like her speak during a council? What gives her the right to speak as if she is better than us?}

Jerod joined his mate at her side, ready to fight for her honor. The golden Charmeleon held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. This did not stop Yakar, {See! This is what I mean! She has power over you, and you let her rule over you!} he was now starting to raise his voice.

Ellra closed her eyes and in the blink of an eye, faster even, Yakar was on his back. With the golden Charmeleon on top of him. Her claws at his throat.

Yakar was still defiant, but he realized his mistake when she tightened her grip. Bowing his head in submission, Ellra smiled and released him.

Letting Yakar lie there, Ellra turned back to the rest of the council. {It was unfortunate that I was placed in that position, but I must finish speaking.}

The council sat back down, including Yakar, to listen to what she had to say.

{Now, there are some things which need doing, before the Flame-naming ceremony tonight.} Ellra continued on for some time, listing items and other things. When she finished, the Elder allowed the council to disband and do what needed to be done.

// //

Amber was prowling the beach, her snow-white body refusing to do what her mind told her.

What the hell is wrong with me? the Ninetails thought angrily to herself, a snarl forming on her muzzle. Flames licking at her maw.

She forced herself to stop, sitting down and let the waves roll over her paws and haunches. The warm, yet somehow cold, water helped her settle herself.

Closing her deep amber eyes, she tilted her head back, pointing her muzzle into the cloudless blue sky. Breathing in the salty sea air, letting it fill her nose.

'What, oh what could be bothering the White Wolf' a playful voice echoed through her mind.

{Sar. If you wish to talk, say it to my face,} Amber said, standing up and moving further up the beach and away from the waves and water.

'hehehe' and out of the shadow Amber was casting on the ground came a Mismagius. {Ohhh, you are such stiff sometimes.} Giving another small giggle.

Amber just rolled her eyes, and looked out over the ocean, the fire in her blood getting hot again. What is happening to me?

Saria noticed her friends discomfort and tried to puzzle it out, She can't be going through another heat. Ninetails only have it once a year, so it shouldn't be for another... one, three, six... seven months.

The Ghost-type gave a playful grin, and floated to the white Ninetails, putting an arm around her shoulder. {So sis, what's got you all hot and bothered?}

Amber loved how the cold from the ghost's hug helped straighten her mind. She hung her head, and gave a shaky reply, {I don't know. This is no heat, that much I can tell. I just.... I can't seem to relax,} she was trying to find the right words, {It's as if there is something on this island that is calling to me. Wanting me to find it.}

Saria was taken aback. Normally, Amber would just laugh it off or make a joke. The Ghost furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what could be wrong. Could it be? She laughed at the thought, making Amber look at her.

{It's nothing Amber. Honestly.} Saria then let out a huge yawn, taking them both by surprise. {hehe. Guess I'm still not used to daylight hours,} flashing another smile. The ghostly Pokemon floated over to the white Ninetails, and faded into her shadow to get some more sleep.

Amber just smiled, relaxing under the shade of a palm tree. Her tails were still twitching though, giving away her restlessness. The constant twitching of her tails prevented her from taking the nap she wanted to take.

Giving another deep sigh, she paced back to where her trainer and her closest friend were sleeping. When she got there, she gave a quiet snicker at the sight before her. The two had curled up around each other, holding the other as if their life depended on it. Cairn even had a bit of drool coming from his mouth as his tongue hung out.

She sat down in front of them, waiting for them to notice her, ear twitching occasionally. A short time passed, and there was still no reaction from them. They must be sleeping deeper than I thought.

She gave a wicked smile, showing her canine teeth. She bent down, ever so slowly, till she was right next to their almost touching faces. The two of them snored away, oblivious to the world.

Holding her breath, so the heat didn't wake them up, she opened her mouth. She roared, jumping back at the same time.

The two, out of instinct, jumped forward, but doing so they head-butted each other. Causing both of them to fall back onto the ground and roll away, Cairn throwing an Aura Sphere blindly and Mark dodging it while giving a strong curse.

As the two shook the sleep from their minds and woke up the rest of the way, they heard the sound of two girls laughing. Looking over at the sound, they saw Amber with tears in her eyes, rolling on her back and gasping for breath from laughing so hard; and Saria laughing so hard, she was no longer floating and was lightly hitting the sand with a fist, tears running down her face.

The two males looked at each other smiling, nodded, and dashed towards the hysterical girls. Cairn picked up Amber while Mark grabbed Saria, and dashed into the ocean. Both girls only had moments before all four of them were chest deep in the clear-blue sea. The next few minutes were spent splashing and horsing around, with laughter and shrieks of joy being heard for quite a ways around.

(10 minutes later)

The four of them were laying on the beach, drying off after their fun in the ocean. Cairn and Amber simply shook off the water on their fur, even though it left them looking like a couple of fuzz-balls. Oddly enough, even Saria was dripping with water as she tried to dry off her "dress" and "hat."

Cairn was the first to break the silence, "So Amber, what was sooo very important, that you had to use Roar on us?" looking at Amber.

She laughed again while explaining how Cairn and Mark had been cuddled up like "two birds of a feather."

Cairn could tell this was not the whole truth, even without using his Aura sight. He didn't say anything though, making a mental note to talk to her later. But Mark beat him to the punch.

"That isn't the real reason is it?" Looking at her, concern in his eyes. He had felt some hesitation over the link he shared with her.

'No' giving a deep sigh. She looked up at him, expecting anything other than the concern that she saw on his face. She teared up a bit, bashing herself for a fool for thinking he would be mad at her.

Mark, when he saw her starting to cry, just leaned in giving her a deep hug. She not only let him hug her, but she put her head on his shoulder and tails wrapping around him, trying to master her emotions again.

'The truth is, I fe....' she got interrupted by several loud shouts from further down the beach.

* * *

(5 minutes earlier)

{I'm telling you, I saw a white Ninetails,} a young Squirtle was telling his three friends, who were laughing at him with incredulity on their faces.

The four Squirtles were walking down a small path, carrying two surfboards with them. They were heading to another cove, as the one they usually used had been found by a group of tourists. And if there is one thing these guys didn't like, it was tourists. Loud, annoying, trash everywhere, and always trying to catch them if they were trainer's.

{Yeah. ha, and I kissed the Mistress of Flame.} An older looking one teased.

{Besides man. It was probably just the sun reflecting off its fur or something.} A third one said, giving the first a small push.

{Dude's. Who cares?} the fourth said, giving the first two a good slap on the shell. {We got the rest of the day off ma brothers... thank you Alex... and I intend to make use of every moment possible surfing.} This was meet with agreement from the others, and all thought of a white Ninetails was pushed out of mind.

The four continued to the secluded beach, when they heard talking.

{Aww, come on man. Here to?} the youngest complained. But as they listened, they got the feeling that it couldn't be more than one or two. So they decided to risk it, as the next beach was thirty minutes away on foot.

What they saw when they walked onto the beach made them drop their boards staring in shock at a white Ninetails hugging a human.

{Yo man, let get out of here!} one said, quickly turning red from embarrassment. None of them had even noticed the Lucario or Mismagius sitting nearby.

All four ran back into the forest, making more noise than a herd of buffalo in a china shop. A slightly annoyed Ninetails and curious trainer and company stared after them.

"What the hell was that about?" Cairn asked no-one in particular and cocking his head to the side, when the shouting could no longer be heard.

// \

(back in the arena in the mountain)

{No, no, no. Higher. HIGHER! ohhHH CR...!!!} a crash cut off Alicia before she could finish the oath. She hung her head, pinching spot between her eyes. She walked over to the two Ivysaurs who backed off a bit, faces turning red from embarrassment. She heaved up the statue of Arceus, and gave it a look over. {Good, it's still intact,} the two gave a big sigh when the female Charizard turned back to them. {Where is your sister? She was supposed to help with this.}

The older of the two spoke up a bit timidly, {She is helping the Mistresses, to find flowers for the ritual.}

She gave another sigh, but knew she had to make due with what she had.

The female Charizard looked around at the other preparations that were being made for the ceremony that night. Sixteen torches were bordering the edge of the arena, crackling with a different color each, one for each element. Various Pokemon were working on other things, moving things and sweeping the arena.

Alicia, along with the two Ivysaurs, maneuvered the statue into the center of the arena. It was flanked by two smaller statues. One of Moltres, his wings extended while looking up into the sky, and one of Entei. The three statues stood in front of a large stone circle that would house a bonfire, that had been built for the occasion.

Looking around at others that were in the arena, her eyes went wide, {NO! GET A GR...} CRASH!!!

* * *

Merrik was taking a nap in his cave, leaving Alex most the day alone. That is, until the Mistress called for them later.

The turquoise Charizard was standing at the edge of a bluff, looking out over the sea. He was talking to himself, having a nice little argument. He wasn't worried about anyone finding him though, unless they had wings. Even then, he would see them long before they could hear him.

{Once the ceremony is done, I have to choose. Do I stay here, on the Hawaiian Islands? Or do I find a human trainer to travel with?} He gave up, not able to find an answer. There were more reasons to stay on the island than not, there were several potential mates, there was an ample supply of food, he could be a part of any of the various groups that helped enable the tribe to flourish. The Fire in his veins said otherwise, telling him that he must prove himself before finding a mate, that going without a constant supply of food would do well for him (even though he was lighter and smaller than most of the other Charizards), that getting an experience outside the tribe would help him if he should ever return.

Even the most remote of Pokemon tribes heard of what happened in the human's tournaments and Leagues. They kept appraised, so that they could keep their independence and freedom.

He sat down, crossed-legged with his hands on his knees, and tried to find his center.

Years ago, when Alex was still a Charmander, a Lucario had stopped on the island. This shiny Lucario had taught the few Pokemon who would listen how to "find your center."

He was like this for almost an hour, not even realizing that so much time was passing.

The slowly setting sun was shining directly in his eyes, snapping him out of his trance. {Guess I had better start getting ready for the ceremony. Maybe the Elder will help me.} Standing up, stretching to get the few kinks out of his back, and trying to return feeling to his legs. {Besides. I want to know more about what will happen.}

He spread his wings, which extended out almost 12 feet, looking out over the edge of the bluff. He gave several powerful thrusts...

...once...

... twice...

... three times he thrust his wings, gaining small air on the fourth hit. He pushed off with his powerful legs, jumping into the air over the edge, grinning at the feel of air rushing past his scales. The feeling of freedom that nothing else in the world could give him rushing through his mind. He hit a thermal, pushing him higher into air. He found himself gliding from thermal to thermal almost entirely on instinct. He soon, too soon for his tastes, alighted near a large cave at the base of the mountain. Alex sighted a couple of bird and grass Pokemon mingling with the local exotic birds.

Even though Pokemon were more advanced, powerful, and intelligent, they rarely pushed out the natural wildlife of an area. More often than not, they enhanced the local flora and fauna. Some animals were even able to communicate with Pokemon, but it would usually only be the most simple of messages.

Alex walked into the Elder's cave, following a rather long tunnel. Along the walls of the tunnel, there were drawings depicting various things. Some told an old tribal legend, others told the history of the occupant of the cave.

One in particular caught his attention, and he slowed his steps to study the story. As he read the the writing and pictures, he painted a mental image in his mind.

_The White Wolf stood on a mountain, looking out over a bountiful valley, its nine tails lashing behind it. In the valley below it, there was a small village filled with Pokemon and humans living in harmony and peace. _

The Rage within the Wolf was to great for it to suppress. Instead, it embraced the Rage.

The Wolf descended into the village, destroying everything in sight.

_Nothing the warriors of the village did could stop its rampage, and one by one, the warriors fell. _

The whole of the village was in flames. The creature laughing as it burned.

As the buildings burned, the Wolf entered a stone building at the center of the village, killing all within.

The Wolf stood over the bodies of those it had killed, holding a Riolu under its paws, ready to end its young life.

_The Wolf could not kill the youngling for some reason. _

Looking at the carnage it had wreaked, a tear glistened in its red eye. The Rage left the Wolf entirely, leaving only sadness.

_The Wolf carried the youngling out of the valley, leaving him with a warning and a blessing. _

{The Rage burns, and I let it consume me.} Breaking his trance, Alex turned towards the the Elder as the old dragon continued speaking reciting the words written on the wall from memory. {You, child I bless with peace, that Aura may watch your path and that of all your kind.} Looking at the pictures himself, the Elder continued, {The legend of how the Lucario were granted the ability to see life. And also a warning to Fire-types.} Looking down at Alex, {But I know for a fact that this is written, and is better illuminated, in the Hall of Legends. This begs the question. Why are you here?}

Alex, gulping audibly, quietly spoke {Elder. I wanted to talk some before the ceremony.}

The old dragon smiled at this, and gestured further down the tunnel. The two entered a good-sized cavern, light by a series of luminescent stones, giving everything an eerie dull-orange color.

{What is it you wished to talk about?} The old dragon kindly asked, as he returned back to a large stone table that was covered in various instruments, flasks, bowls. He picked up a bowl that held a fine silvery powder, and breathed some embers into it. The powder flashed green for a moment, than settled into a strange blue flame as it burned.

Alex watched, mesmerized by the odd flame. The Elder looked at Alex when he didn't get an answer, and noticing where is eyes where, gave a small "hmpf," and promptly poured a green fluid over the blue flame. The flame burned an intense purple before dying out.

Alex startled and gasped for breath, tilting forward while holding his head. The Elder caught him before he fell and gave an apologetic chuckle. {I forgot that not all are used to the effects.}

Alex, still holding his head, stood up under his own power again although he was still wobbly on his feet. When his tongue decided to work again, {Wha... *oh* ... what was that?} gaining more composure every second, the wave of nausea fading rapidly, {I've never felt anything like that before.}

{That... that was something called 'flakes of hell.' An odd, but somewhat fitting name.} Walking back to his bench, he grabbed a couple of flasks and mixed something together. Holding a bowl containing a thick, viscous fluid that smelled something akin to burned strawberries crossed with honey. {Here, drink this.} The Elder handed the bowel to Alex who scrunched his nose at the smell. {Don't think, just swallow... fast. It will only make what is about to happen worse.}

Alex looked at the Elder, gave a sharp exhale, and gulped down the concoction. His eyes went wide as he dropped the bowel which rolled to the corner of the room, gasping for breath spiting some of the fluid out and coughing at the same time from the burning sensation. After what seemed like an eternity to the young Charizard, he could breath again. That is when he realized that the headache he had been having all day was gone, as were all of the small sores he had from his training earlier. Standing up, he felt alert, sharp, and ready to take on the world if he had to.

The Elder grinned at the change in attitude, {Feel better?} despite knowing the obvious answer.

{Much!} The young and revitalized dragon jubilantly chirped. He was feeling stronger than he had in months. {What was that? It tasted like crap. But now I feel ready to move mountains!} To show his excitement, the young dragon pumped his wings a couple of times.

The Elder laughed at the display, clapping his hands a few times. {Ahh, good. I thought I had forgotten how to make that stuff.} With a broad smile, {I forget what it is called. Hell, I forgot what those ingredients were. I just remembered that it was equal parts, a one-to-one ratio.} He muttered some other things, but Alex was not fazed one bit at the normally concerning lack of information.

The Elder brought his attention back to Alex, remembering that he had wanted to speak about something. {You said you wanted to speak?}

Alex looked at the Elder, and nodded. {Yeah,} clearing his throat, {I wanted to know more about the ceremony today.}

{Very well. What do you wish to know?}

Alex shifted nervously before asking, {What is going to happen? When the ceremony starts?}

{Ahh. That is a good question.} The Elder looked down, his nostrils twitched slightly, as he thought how best to put it into words. {For many, nothing happens. The Mistress of Flame says a few words. The council gives a bath of flame, to symbolically purify the dragons soul. The dragon might or might not say something, and that's it.}

{What about you, Elder?} The Elder looked at the youngling as Alex continued speaking, {I heard that you both lost and found your name during this ceremony.}

The Elder continued looking at the youngling, his expression turning to one of slight surprise. {You've been talking to Sharak again?} It was not phrased as a question.

Seeing the embarrassed look on Alex's face, the old dragon gave a warm chuckle. {It is fine. I just did not expect him to remember that.}

{Why Elder?} Alex asked, looking up into eyes that still burned with the Fire of youth, despite the old and grizzled body that held them.

{It is an old tale.} Looking into the distance, his eyes gaining that glazed look one gets when remembering something. {One that I thought had been forgotten.} He muttered the last part so low that Alex barely heard it.

{But, it is a tale for another time.} The Elder said, looking back at Alex, coming back to the present from his memories. {For now, all you need to know is that nothing is likely to happen.} Seeing the look of disappointment on Alex's, the Elder sighed, {But...} grinning inwardly at the look of hope on the young dragons face, {... after the ceremony, I can tell you the tale of my flame-naming ceremony if you want.}

Alex beamed at this, his hope having proven true.

{Now!} as the Elder turned back to his table, {We still need to get you ready for the ceremony tonight?} Alex nodded, still grinning at the thought of learning more about the Elder, {Well come on! I need help carrying this stuff anyways,} gesturing towards a pile of flasks and a rather large chest, {you get the chest, I'll get the flasks.}

Alex nodded again and picked up the chest, grunting at the weight. The grunt was more at the awkward angle he was holding it, since he was still feeling the effects of the concoction the Elder had made earlier. {Well?} looking back at the Elder, who was putting his flasks into a bag.

{Yeah, I need this... than where is... and then where did I... AHHA I FOUND YOU!!} Catching Alex completely off guard, while holding up a jar filled with a pink powder.

* * *

Warmth surrounded her. Peace at its greatest. She would have stared into the setting sun forever, but all things must end.

Ellra, the Mistress of Flame, closed her eyes, basking for a few more moments in the sun's warmth.

The group she was traveling with, an Ivysaur, Bayleaf, and Roselia, had all stopped when she did. They watched as a look of serenity passed over her face, none of the girls saying a word.

Feeling revitalized, Ellra looked back at the others, smiling. {Forgive me. I have always loved the sunset here on the islands.}

The Bayleaf nodded, agreeing with her, {Yes, the sunsets on the island are amongst the most beautiful in the world.} The others nodded, watching the sunset as well.

{Alas, we must return to the mountain. The ceremony will begin soon.} As she and the others turned back to the path, Ellra gave a last look at the setting sun, marveling at the colors it painted on the horizon.

She and her three companions had been out for most of the day, looking for a special flower that was needed for the ritual. It was a rather large flower, about the size of a man's hand in diameter, with alternating blood-red and navy-blue petals, a deep verdant-green stem; the aroma at night had a slightly smokey smell (like that of a dying fire) and during the day was reminiscent of the sea. It was not that they were hard to gain access to, it was that they were so exceedingly rare.

The four made decent time, making it to the arena just as the last of the preparations there were being made.

Activity ceased when Ellra entered, holding one of the fire-water flowers.

As she approached the statue of Arceus, there were quiet murmurs in the crowd, most commenting on the flower she held or how beautiful the Mistress was.

Ellra smiled a touch at the later comments, but regained a solemn expression as she stood in front of the statue. Bowing to Arceus first, she turned to the statue of Moltress and placed the first flower there, giving a quiet prayer. She walked back to the Roselia, who was holding the second flower, and was given it. The murmurs in the crowd had quieted, as she approached the the statue of Arceus again. Bowing again, she turned and placed the second flower on the statue of Entei, asking for his blessing.

She turned back to the now rather large crowd that had gathered behind her. {Well come on. The preparations are no-where near done.} Giving a couple waves of her arms, gesturing to the arena. The crowd turned into a bustle of activity, and she gave another smile. She spied a couple of Charizards, and gestured them towards her. One was around 6' 7" and the other was 6' 9." They stood before her, waiting her command. {You,} pointing to the taller, {please find the Elder. Make sure he remembers to bring that science kit of his.} The orange dragon bowed, and walked outside before flying off. Turning toward the other, {You. Please find Merrik and Alex. Make sure they are either ready, or are getting ready for the ceremony.}

As she turned away, the dragon spoke up in a quiet voice, {Milady, I know for a fact that Merrik is getting ready. I was just in his cave.}

She turned back to him, {Good, than make sure Alex is getting ready.} The dragon bowed, and did the same as the other had.

{It seems that all still obey your words.} Ellra smiled turning slightly toward Jerod, mate of Alicia and member of the council. {It is good to see that most still value the Old Ways, while still accepting the change that is slowly coming over our tribe.}

Ellra gave a broad grin. {It is a good thing. Although I am glad that I only have to do this ceremony once a year, I wish at times that I could mingle more with regular Pokemon.}

Jerod nodded, watching the bustle of activity as Pokemon of all types and sizes worked together. Together, they watched as the last of the preparations were being made.

Ellra looked out an arch that faced due west, into the setting sun, {It is almost time. Another hour or so, and the ceremony will begin.}

They looked back into the arena, which had been cleared out except for a couple of Fire types. The rest had taken up spots on the ledge that overlooked the arena.

{I am afraid I must take my leave Jerod.}

{Of course milady. I shall wait with my mate,} looking over with a warm look on his face at Alicia, who was having a slightly animated conversation with Sharak. Sharak was waving his arms telling an old war story, and Alicia was laughing or gasping, depending on where he was in his tale.

With that, Ellra made her way to a rather small arch to prepare herself for the ceremony.

* * *

{Yes, that I understand. But how does it get from a coarse, brown gravel to that fine, silver powder?} Alex asked, looking up at the Elder, while still carrying the chest.

{Simple. Once the elements within the mixture are exposed to oxygen, and than brought to an intense heat, it simply dissolves into a useable state.} The Elder responded, in full teacher mode. {Now that it is this state, it can be used for a wide range of applications. Everything from bandages to food. Allthough you would be in a desperate state indeed if you had to eat the stuff.} He said, suppressing a shiver, remembering when he had to once.

The two were walking down a path, easily manageable, even for the old Charizard. The path winded up and around the mountain, but was more than wide enough for the two to walk side-by-side. As they walked, they continued their discussion on various herbs, stones, and liquids that had multiple uses.

{Let me see if I understand,} a few minutes later, {if the heat comes to soon, it turns the gravel into a poison, rather than something useful?} Alex said, slightly in disbelief. {But if it comes to late, nothing will happen?}

The old dragon nodded, {Indeed. That is why I always throw out the first dozen attempts. Of any student.} he looked down, muttering, {sometimes more.}

Alex didn't hear the last part, as that is when he noticed a shadow coming down on them. Looking up, he saw a Charizard gliding down, clearly on a course to meet them.

Both dragons stopped, looking at the one gliding toward them. The dragon maneuvered skillfully, giving two sharp thrusts of his wings just before hitting the ground, sending up a plum of dust. He stood before them, shaking his body to get the worst of the dust off his scales.

{Elder,} he said respectfully, bowing his head, {the Mistress charged me to find you. I can see that I found Alex as well.} Glancing over at said Charizard.

{Well... you found us,} the Elder responded, giving a cheeky grin. A few moments passed with no one saying anything. The Elder softly cleared his throat, "hm-hm," when the other did not respond, {Was there something else, Ournin?}

The other dragon blinked a couple of times before responding, {Ah. Yes there was.} Seeing the look of expectation on the Elder's face made him finish, {She wished to make sure that you were getting ready for the ceremony.} He looked at Alex, {I'll have to find Aeraen, tell him that Alex is on his way to the ceremony.}

With that, Ournin turned around, looked up, and pushed off with one powerful thrust of his wings, launched himself into the air.

The Elder watched the Charizard fly for a few moments, before looking to Alex, {Well, the sun won't wait for us. You still need some finishing touches before the ceremony anyway.}

Alex just nodded, readjusted the chest he was carrying, and followed the Elder who was already walking back down the path towards the arena.

// \

The last glimmer of the twilight sun reflected off the ocean. The light floral breeze was starting to cool down, even though it was still comfortably warm.

Cairn was sitting in a meditative pose, eyes closed and breathing in deep, regular breaths. Saria was sitting next to him, deep in thought, with her 'knees' brought up to her chest.

After the incident with the Squirtles, Amber and Mark had gone off to see if they could find what it was that was bothering her. They had decided to leave Cairn and Saria behind for reasons they wouldn't explain.

Saria looked up at Cairn for a few seconds before giving a deep sigh and looked back down at the sand. Cairn opened his eyes a crack at this. {What is it Sar?}

The ghost gave a small start, not expecting him to say anything. She looked back at him, not saying anything.

{All right, fine.} He said as he closed his eyes preparing to enter his meditative rest again.

Saria quietly cleared her throat before she started talking, {What do you think is the matter with Amber?}

Cairn opened his sky-blue eyes fully as he uncrossed his legs. Leaning forward so the he was resting his elbow on his knee, the other stretched out, {Honestly, I don't know.} Saria looked at him again as he continued speaking, {Her Aura has been slightly off for the last couple of days. It did not seem important at the time. But you know her,} glancing at his ghostly friend, {she is not one to show her emotions that easily.} He slowly stood up, wiping a bit of sand off of his rear and upper legs.

Saria continued to sit for a few seconds, before floating up to join Cairn, her immaterial legs vanishing under her dress. {Are you going to train a bit?} She asked when he grabbed a couple of targets out of one of their bags.

{Yes, I let myself relax to much the last several days.} He finished setting the targets up before continuing speaking, {I need to make sure that I can battle on a moments notice.}

Saria nodded before chiming up, {Do you need some help?}

Cairn looked at her quizzically. He thought it over for a few seconds before he came to a decision. {Allright,} giving her thankful smile, {It would be nice to face someone other than wooden targets and Aura apparitions.} He looked at the targets which were already set up, and shyly looked back at Saria, scratching his ear.

She looked at him and then at the targets, than back to him. When it clicked what he was trying to ask, she barely contained herself from keeling over in laughter.

{It really isn't that funny.... whatever it is you're laughing at.} Cairn said, giving a silent thanks to whatever being that had decided to give his kind fur, a deep blush on his skin.

{Weelllll,} Saria mused when she could talk without snickering, {I suppose I could let you warm-up a bit.} She gave him a rather mischievous smile as she continued to tease him, {although a real warrior like yourself shouldn't need to. I suppose I could use a light warm-up as well.} She said the last part so casually that Cairn almost missed it.

He wasn't going to let an opportunity like that slip by. {I thought a cold princess like you never warmed up,} he said with a smirk on his face.

{ohhh. Now you're gonna get it,} she said in a playful tone. Cairn only had a moment before he was tackled to the ground by the ghost.

He arched his back, getting his hands just above his head, and kicked off with his feet, sending sand flying. He pushed off with his strong legs into a backflip and landed neatly on the tips of his feet. Cairn growled playfully as he launched himself toward the ghost. Saria just laughed at the look on his face as he passed clean through her. As soon as he failed to grab her, she kicked off his back pushing him face-first back into the ground.

She gave an exaggerated yawn while stretching her arms behind her neck and looking at him with a bored look, {You done playing yet?}

Cairn gave a small glare at her, spitting out a bit of sand. He bounced up again, balancing on the tips of his paws, lightly bouncing back-and-forth. Getting into a MMA style pose, left arm crooked at an angle at chest level, right arm hovering around his waist, he angled his right shoulder away from his opponent. This time he was more cautious in his approach. He stepped to his left first, his right foot weaving behind his left, left in front of his right. His feet barley left any impression in the sand.

Saria followed his every movement, slowly turning to keep him in her line-of-sight. She was ready for anything, either to dodge if he launched an Aura attack, or dematerialize if he jumped at her. She let small tendrils of darkness flow to her hands, ready to focus it on her claws or be formed into a sphere. Her smug look formed into one of confidence, with a tint of caution.

Time for the two seemed to slow to a crawl, each waiting on the other to make the first move. Each step by Cairn seemed to take an eternity. A sudden guest of wind blew over the beach, stirring Saria's etherial cloak. Cairn's eyes flickered ever so slightly, but Saria noticed it. She formed the gathering shadow into a ball and launched it at him, giving a small battle yell. Cairn rolled to his right, sending sand flying, he braced his feet and leaped toward the ghost, his hands glowing with a blue flame. A deep growl rumbled from his throat on instinct.

Saria faded into the sand, the confidence on her face returning, as she used the now almost complete darkness to her advantage. Cairn's paws swiped through nothing, and he gracefully placed his hands on the ground, doing a front-flip that many gymnasts would be jealous of to alight back on his feet. His eyes danced to-and-fro, ears twitching, nose flaring, every hair on his body raised, seeking his foe's position.

His regular breathing resumed as he closed his blue eyes. The four dreadlocks on the back of his head started moving as he extended his Aura-sight.

Saria had expected this, and artfully masked her presence using her ghostly powers.

Gotcha. Cairn allowed himself a smile as he looked, not for her presence but for a void in the Aura flowing around him.

What is he doing? Saria thought as she watched from the shadows, eyes furrowing.

Without any warning, Cairn launched a low power Aura sphere straight at her. She barely had time to comprehend what was happening, much less move, before it hit her square in the chest. The wall of shadow she had erected fell with an audible crack as she fell to the sand from the hit.

Shaking her head, she looked at Cairn who now had a look of concern on his face. Sighing while standing up, she gathered her dignity before speaking, although it was still slightly shaky. {How.... *cough*.... how did you find me?}

Cairn's look of concern became more one of pride as a shy smile creeped onto his mouth. {Wellll,} he reached up to scratch his ear, {as a ghost, I knew that you can hide you're Aura better than most. So instead of looking for a bright spot, I looked for a dark spot instead.}

Saria's mouth became pouty as her bottom lip stuck out some, and she gave him the puppy-dog look with her eyes. {You mean all that training I did meant nothing.}

Cairn felt a wallow of guilt pass through him before he saw a glint mischief in her eye. Giving a deep sigh, {Not all of it,} he allowed some pride to seep into his voice, {it was still rather difficult to locate you.}

The ghost beamed with pride at this, a grin breaking onto her face again, {hehehe, I'm sure that only you could have found me if that is the case.} She played of his pride perfectly, and her grin grew even wider when she saw it wash over his face.

In the distance, they heard the sound of drums. Looking towards the mountain, they saw the full moon beginning to rise behind it, bathing the island in its cool blue light.

Together they sat and listened to the beat of the drums, wondering what was being celebrated.

A damp, salty wind breezed over the beach causing Cairn, despite his fur, to give an involuntary shiver. He stood up again and walked to the bags. Leaning down on one knee he reached into a bag and pulled out a flat square one foot by one foot. He opened the odd looking package, dropping the case onto the ground.

Placing the bunch of cloth on the ground and stepping back, he pulled a string and with a quiet *pop* a dark-blue tent large enough for three people to sleep comfortably in appeared.

Giving a broad smile, {Gotta love modern technology, don't ya Sar?} When he looked at her though, it was obvious her mind was elsewhere. He just shook his head and continued to set up camp on the beach.

Soon, everything except a fire was set up. Thing is, without a fire, dinner couldn't be cooked. He had a circle of stones, filled with twigs and beach-wood, as well as a small pile of larger pieces of wood he had gathered from a dead tree just off the beach. Throughout the whole process of him setting up camp, Saria had been staring at the mountain, deep in thought.

Deciding that it was time to bring her back to the world, he gave short, sharp whistle. Saria startled as if she had been deep in sleep. Pointing toward the fire pit with a nod of his muzzle, {You want to get the fire going? I'll be doing the cooking this time though.} Both of them shivered at the memory of the first-and-last time Saria had been allowed cooked dinner. That had not been a pleasant night for any of them.

Saria nodded and floated over to the fire pit. Closing her eyes as she extended her hands towards it, the center gem on her chest flared a rippling orange-red that traveled over the other two. Giving an almost inaudible grunt of effort, her fingers, which had been curved ever so slightly as if she was holding an invisible ball, extended straight out as a rush of fire poured out of the palm of her hand, bathing the wood flame.

A few more moments of the rushing flame, and the fire was going strong. As the rush of flame tapered off, the gem on her chest dimmed until it was back to the slightly dull multi-colored facet it was before. Opening her eyes, a waft of floral aroma hit her, causing her to sigh with contentment.

Cairn smiled and pulled out a somewhat deep pot from the same bag he had gotten the tent from. Opening a bag that said "Instant Soup: For Pokemon and Humans" it had a picture of a Blazekin holding the bag in one hand and the other giving a thumbs-up with a cheeky grin on its beak, he poured it into the now boiling water. He dug through another backpack until he found a package that was filled with herbs, and selecting a handful of them threw them into the soup, releasing a lovely aroma into the night air.

He stirred the soup as it cooked, releasing more of the wonderful smell into the air. The only sounds were the the occasional wave breaking on the beach and the crackling of the fire. A goodly amount of time passed, enough for the moon to have fully risen. He brought the spoon to his mouth and took a sip. His eyes glowed with joy, and turning toward Saria, {The soup is ready.} Setting the spoon back into the pot, {You want to grab the bowls for us?}

She smiled, and in her usual teasing tone, "'sure thing."' She floated into the air, manipulating the shadows so that two bowls and two spoons came out of the pack and fell neatly into Cairn's waiting hands.

{Show off,} Cairn teased her as he dished out their dinner.

{You're just jealous,} she teased right back as he handed her a bowl, the near heavenly smells filling her nose. She waited until the grey Lucario sat down next to her again before she started eating.

Tasting the soup, she nearly melted with pleasure as the flavors exploded in her mouth. She dug in almost without abandon, causing Cairn to give a chuckle. {This... is... amazing,} she mumbled in-between bites.

Cairn smiled shyly, taking a bite himself. His nose suddenly twitched. Setting his bowl down for a moment, he walked over to a coconut tree and looked into its leaves. He saw a coconut that was just ready to fall. Bringing his hand back a touch, he hit the tree with enough force to knock the sand out of its bark. The leaves quivered for a moment. The tree released the coconut right into his waiting grasp.

Deftly twisting his hands, he spilt it into two neat halves. Taking a sip of the oddly addicting milk from one, he handed the other to his ghostly friend who happily took it. He plopped back down next to her, taking another sip from his coconut. Together the two enjoyed their supper and watched the fire long into the night, waiting for Mark and Amber to return.

* * *

A snow white fox glided down a path, her paws hardly rustling a leaf. Her nine tails lashing out, the only part of her body that she was not able to completely control. The sound of drums was nearly driving her mad, the Fire in her blood almost literally burning. The mere graze of a stray tail was enough to wilt the leaves they touched.

The eerie moonlight was the only illumination of the path. The large palm leaves casting dark splotches on the sandy dirt.

She was faintly aware of someone calling out her name. It was so faint in her mind though, she paid it no heed.

The mountain seemed to be calling to her. Keeping to the path and ignoring all outside distractions, Amber kept moving towards it, the moon shining down with its blue light.

// //

The arena was covered in a cover a darkness, broken only by the torches circling it. The materials were set for a bonfire to start. Drums were beating in the dark, a deep quick sound that gets the blood running.

The council stood beyond the ring of torches, watching, waiting, for the ceremony to start.

The two who were the center of the ceremony stood before one of the statues. Before the statue of Moltress stood Alex, proud and excited, and before Entei stood Merrik, a look of pride but also boredom on his face.

They were both covered, head-to-toe, with ritualistic markings. The black symbols stood out in sharp contrast to Alex's turquoise scales, even on Merrik although not as dramatic due to his orange scales.

As the drums reached a crescendo, Alex's muscles tensed ever so slightly as he looked around. Even Merrik started to get into the rhythm, his tail moving back-and-forth. Some in the crowd started to vocalize their excitement.

The drums stopped suddenly, leaving a strange quiet in their absence.

Everyone in the arena, including those watching from the balconies, unconsciously held their breath. They all looked towards an arch, waiting for the Mistress of Flame to appear.

Without any fanfare, Ellra walked out into the arena. The light of the torches glimmered off her golden scales, her eyes shining with a deep crimson glare. A deep smile on her face seemed to make her shine even more.

Looking straight ahead towards the two Charizards, she strode forward. She looked much the same as earlier, except that now she held a staff that was her height in her hand. It was carved in the likeness of a Dragoniar, the oddly luminescent black-wood glowing in the fire-light.

She knelt before the statue of Arceus, bowing her head in prayer. Standing up, the two Charizards who had also knelt stood back up as well, she turned towards the waiting pyre. Opening her maw, reveling her sparkling white teeth, she unleashed a wave of fire over the wood. Her life-flame blazed for a moment until the river of fire died.

The havan had been built in such a way that only the ground within the circle of torches was illuminated.

For the first time she spoke aloud, raising her voice so that all could hear her, {Now we may begin.} Holding her arms out, the staff still in her right hand, {Those who seek their name... step forth.}

Alex and Merrik took a step forward toward her. She smiled up at each of them in turn before continuing, {So it was said that two were to attempt it. So there are two.}

{Merrik,} looking at the dragon, his scales shining a blood-orange color in the fire light, {bring forth your flower with the blessing of Entei.}

He gave a slight nod and turned back to the statue. He dipped his long neck low in reverence, his mouth moving ever so slightly. He picked up the flower, its salty smell invading his nose, and brought it to the Mistress.

She held the flower to the statue of Arceus, holding it above her head, before throwing it into the fire. It blazed with and intense blood-red flame before becoming nothing but ash. Scooping down, she grabbed a handful of the ash directly out of the fire. Merrik knelt down, dipping his head so she could reach. She placed her hand on the back of his neck, where the skull meets the spin, and brought her hand down over his face, being careful with her claws about his eyes.

{Now,} giving a broad smile towards him, {Go and be cleansed in fire.} Merrik walked to the edge where the council was, grinning broadly. Looking back at Ellra, who nodded, and he spread his arms, his wings unconsciously extending a touch as well. At once he was bathed in the flame from the five dragons who made up the council.

The flames light up almost the entire arena from their power. The flames lasted a fleeting moment, and when they ended the path the ash had left on his face glowed with a faint light.

{Welcome Merrik, child of Seshar and Allana,} the Elder said joyfully as he gestured to a spot to his left. With a new look of pride, Merrik took his place as a true adult of the tribe. The fire had burned off the paint that had been on his scales, leaving a faintly glowing residue in its place.

The rest of the council gave their congratulations, some more enthusiastic than others.

Ellra waited until the noise died down before continuing. When she looked at Alex, she saw the look of nervousness on his face. Whispering to him, {Don't worry Alex. There is little pain involved. Your scales will reflect most of the heat.}

He glanced at her, giving a thankful look, and whispered back, {It's not the pain that worries me.}

A look of realization came over her. Giving an amused laugh, {You are worried that something might happen during the ceremony.}

Alex gave a nod of his head, and Ellra gave another joyful laugh. The din of the crowd had quieted enough for her to continue, preventing her from continuing her conversation with Alex.

She quietly cleared her throat before speaking up again, {Indeed Merrik, welcome to adulthood.} Turning in a slow circle, arms raised, addressing the Pokemon sitting in the balconies as much as she was Alex, {There is one more who seeks to find his name.} She now looked at, giving him a surreptitious wink, {Alexander, please bring forth the flower with the blessings of Moltress.}

Alex gave a nod of his head, and did the same as Merrik. Bowing his head, saying a prayer, and handing the flower to Ellra.

As he did so, she looked at him, her crimson eyes seeming to draw him in. She blinked slowly, but when she did it broke his trance. He nervously cleared his throat as she turned back to the statue of Arceus.

She threw the flower into the fire and it, like its twin, burst into a blood-red flame. Unlike its brother before it died out, it left a single twist of blue flame. Almost none saw it though, and Alex said nothing.

Ellra, the Mistress of Flame, knelt down to retrieve the ashes. She noticed an odd smell in the air, and she gave a pleased smile. Turning to the turquoise Charizard, she looked up at him with a slightly annoyed look in her eyes.

He gave an embarrassed chuckle as he bent down for her. She, just like with Merrik, reached behind his sensitive horns which caused his muscles to twitch. She brought her clawed hand down over his face, leaving a long trail down his face.

{Now Alex,} as she took a step back, {be cleansed by th....} WHOOSH!!!! a rush of flame stopped her from speaking, and drew many startled gasps from the watching crowds.

There was no other way to describe the noise as the bonfire flared to life. The flames grew, tendrils of fire twisting and writhing. Flames joined and split, merged and divided. The column of flame grew, until a bird-like shape seemed to be formed. All eyes were on the conflagration before them.

Then....silence.

As suddenly as it began, it ended. Nothing but the crackling flame of the now normal fire could be heard.

Alex was the first to break the silence with a small chuckle. {hehehe, I thought you said nothing was going to happen,} as he looked at Ellra.

She just looked at him, with just a touch of awe on her face. She didn't have a reply to that statement.

// \

The feeling of restlessness that had been plaguing her all day faded from her. Leaving her with a cold, empty feeling.

Amber stopped, staring at the night covered mountain, ears swung forward. Listening.

A rustle came from the woods behind her, causing her to jump and ready for battle. Out of the woods stumbled Mark, tripping on hidden root. "owwww," he moaned, slowly pushing himself up.

Amber gave a low whine, and slowly walked over to him. She nuzzled him softly, giving him an apologetic lick. 'I am so sorry Mark,' she said, using her telepathic powers. Continuing to lick him, Mark reached a hand up and rubbed the fur on top of her head.

"Hey girl," giving her another rub before standing up. "I'm guessing you're feeling better."

Amber blushed at the comment, her white fur turning crimson. Nodding sheepishly, Mark just gave a smile and held her in a tight embrace. She sighed with contentment, placing her head on his shoulder. A soft smile came to her muzzle, and she leaned even more into his neck.

They held each other like that for a couple of minutes, neither saying anything, but both drawing off of their sibling-like love other. Amber was the first to pull away, leaving Mark with a strange cool feeling where her head had been.

She looked at him with her deep amber eyes. Her feeling of thanks flowing over their bond, causing him to smile.

'I have no idea what happened to me today' Amber said, her mind softening the words. 'It was as if my blood was burning, and than' she shook her head, 'it just vanishes in the blink of an eye.'

They looked up at the moon, the eclipse was almost complete. 'The moon's face is almost hidden' Amber said, her eyes glimmering in the growing darkness.

They sat next to each other, the floral wind blowing through. "Perhaps we should explore the mountain." She looked at him with curiosity and he gave a smirk, "After all, I don't think we're getting any sleep tonight." She gave him a wolfish grin, showing off her gleaming canines.

They got up, Mark dusting himself off and Amber giving herself a hard shake. Together, they walked down the path, driven now not by need but by curiosity.

////

Ellra and the council had retreated to the council chambers after the incident during the ceremony. They had taken Alex and Merrik with them, leaving two of the older Charizards to calm down the crowd.

Alex and Merrik were standing outside the council chambers, which were abustle with the clamor of Charizards arguing. As they waited, they were quietly talking with each other, trying to figure out what had happened. {What I don't get is why it appeared during the ceremony.} Merrik was shaking his head in disbelief, and Alex was pondering this as well.

{All I can figure is that....gah, I got nothing,} Alex sadly said, placing his draconic head in-between his hands. He gave a deep sigh, wondering what was happening behind the solid stone door.

* * *

{I don't know,} Ellra said wearily, starting to annoyed at Yakar and his incessant questioning of her knowledge of the ceremony.

{Well than go and do your voodoo magics while we, the council, deal with the mess you made!} Yakar was yelling again, the rest of the council was still trying to figure out what had happened when they heard this.

The Elder had heard enough. Snarling, he roared loudly enough that the great fire in the center of the council wavered at its might. All within silenced at the sound. {Now....} he looked pointedly at Yakar, {Let us discuss this in a civilized manner.}

He turned his gaze to Ellra, her golden scales gleaming in the firelight. Inclining his head slightly, {Then I call this council convened.} The normal ritual seemed to click with the council as they all sat down.

The Elder looked at each of the others, and nodded sagely. {What has happened this night cannot be explained by normal means.} The others nodded in agreement, except for Yakar who was brooding. Ignoring Yakar, the Elder continued, {What we can do, is figure what we can do with Alex now.} The others had troubled looks on their faces as they wondered just what to do with him.

Silence ruled for several minutes, until Ellra spoke up, the angelic quality returning to her voice, {He must leave the tribe.}

The Elder would have sworn he saw a tear in her eye. His voice grew deep as he stared at the fire in the center of the room, {....so he must.}

The others in the council were saddened, but only mildly shocked. Charizards had left before, sometimes of their own accord, others at the behest of the Rangers, and yet others had chosen a trainer to travel with. The worst part about any of these is that they rarely, if ever, returned to the tribe.

The Elder brightened as he remembered earlier in the day....

(flashback)

The Elder was walking back to his cave, almost there. He had been held up when he had a stimulating conversation with a couple of Swellow and Staravia.

Ah I love bird Pokemon the Elder thought to himself as he hobbled up the trail to his cave.

The afternoon sun was shining down as the floral aromas of the island permeated the air. The Elder felt rejuvenated by all the stimulation he had been getting the last couple of weeks.

He gave a grunt when his foot caught on a root, and gave a curse to the Salamence that had forever rendered him grounded.

He was mumbling to himself when he heard voices growing near. Pausing, he turned his keen hearing to identify who it was.

Soon enough he heard them quite distinctly, {damn, I think we're lost.}

{nonono, I know this island like the back of my haaaaaaa...!!} laughter erupted as the Elder heard the sound of branches snapping and a loud "OMPH!"

He gave a small snort as he shook his head. A few moments later, four Squirtles came out of the wood line. Three of them were still laughing, while the fourth was trying to get the twigs and pieces of leaves out of his shell.

All four of them stopped and stared at the old dragon standing before them. Timidly, one of them approached, {Excuse me sir...but,} the blue turtle swallowed nervously, {do know how to find the Elder?}

The old dragon smiled. Than he burst out laughing. The four looked at each other with questioning looks as the old dragon laughed his deep, rumbling laugh.

He had laughed so much, a small tear was in the corner of his eye. Wiping it away, {Look no further, younglings.} The Elder straitened up as much as he could, but kept his kindly demeanor. {I was about to head into my cave, but if you need something?}

{ohh, Elder!} One said giving a bob of his head. {I-I, we hadn't realized that you were going home.} He was talking fast and nervously.

The Elder held up a hand to silence the turtle. Smiling kindly at them, {It is no matter. Now what is it I can help you with?}

The Squirtle gulped and squeaked, {There was a trainer we saw....and he was....} he gulped again. {well....with his Ninetails.}

The Elder's cheeks puffed out as he tried to suppress a laugh. And failed miserably.

(end flashback)

{There.... is a possibility.} The Elder said slowly.

The council all looked at him. The Elder paused while he thought how to word it. {There is a trainer here on the island.}

{Yes, Elder, but there are always a trainer of one sort or another here.} Alicia said, shaking her head slowly.

{Ah, but there is something about this trainer.} The Elder responded. {There are few who have the ability to train a Ninetails.}

That statement earned several looks from the council. The Elder took the silence as permission to continue, {If this trainer is worthy, he would provide a possible option.}

Silence held over the council, seeming to become thicker with each passing moment. Ellra spoke up in a thoughtful tone, {If we can find this trainer, and persuade him to challenge Alexander....} she paused as she thought. {Yes,} she looked up at the council, {I can't see anything against it.} She glanced around, {Unless the council has a better idea?}

None spoke up, and she nodded. She took a deep breath and let it out, {Than bring Alexander in and we shall tell him our plan.}

The council nodded, and Jerod went to the stone door to retrieve Alex.

// //

Amber and Mark walked down the forrest path, enveloped by the odd sights and sounds that the island night had to offer. They had come to the base of the mountain after almost half an hour's walk, and they decided to take a quick breather.

Amber was sitting on her snowy haunches, watching the forrest while Mark drank out of the rushing waterfall.

He brought his head up, his hair dripping with water and he looked to Amber. "You should drink up. You never know when you'll get to drink again."

Amber gave a sigh, knowing that she couldn't win. She padded over to the pool, daintily avoiding the splashing water coming off the mountain. Dipping her head, she drank deep while talking with Mark, 'Which way should we head now?'

Mark had gotten used to how she could talk without talking. He looked down the cliff face, which went on in either direction. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know really." He looked in both directions again before pointing towards the left, "Might as well head left."

Amber brought her muzzle out of the water and gave a slow nod, briefly closing her beautiful amber eyes. They hugged the cliff face, trying to find a way up the mountain.

They reached another clearing, and once again they paused. This time they had found a small path that led up the cliff.

Amber went stiff suddenly, her ears twitching. Mark said nothing when he saw her look of concentration, instead making a gesture. Amber nodded and Mark's hand drifted down to his pocket. He pulled a pocket knife, a blade barely three inches long, and flicked it open. They both knew it wouldn't stop anything of size, but it might give them the extra moment they might need in a fight.

Out of the night air came a rush of wind. Down came a Charizard, wings extended to slow his fall, and he landed right in the middle of the clearing. The Charizard fixed his gaze on Amber, {You must be the Ninetails.} He looked around curiously, {Where is your trainer? He is needed as much as you are,} the bond between Amber and Mark was allowing Mark to understand what was transpiring.

Amber crouched, ready to pounce, but the Charizard laughed her off. {No, no, no. I am not here for a fight with you. I am here to provide you transportation to our Council.}

She was slightly taken aback. Every other Charizard she had meet had tried to fight her as soon as they saw her. Amber's eyes narrowed, {Why?} she asked, never taking her eyes of the Charizard.

The dragon glanced at the bushes where Mark was waiting, snorting, {I can smell you. Might as well come out.} Mark did so, and for some reason put his knife away. The dragon nodded again, {Good. Now will you take me up on my offer? Or continue to stumble around in the dark?}

Mark looked to Amber, 'Maybe we should take him up.' She had an odd glimmer on her face.

He sighed and turned to the large dragon. "Allright, we'll go with you."

The Charizard nodded and bent down so Mark could get on. Looking at Amber, {Afraid I'll have to carry you.} Amber let out a dejected sigh and allowed herself to be carried by the orange dragon.

The Charizard braced himself, fanning his wings. With a powerful push, he launched into the air, wings beating. Mark let out a loud whoop, and even Amber was laughing at the feel of the air rushing past them.

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The flight only lasted a few minutes. The Charizard soon started gliding down towards the entrance to the arena. Spreding his wings, he turned his head towards Mark, {Take hold.} Mark nodded and gripped the dragon around the neck. The dragon landed, jarring Mark ever so slightly, and set Amber down.

She gave herself a shake to put her fur back down, and gave a small snort at the dust in the air. {That was exhilarating,} she sat on her haunches and brought a paw over her muzzle, "'although the landing left something to be desired.'"

The Charizard snorted, and gave a small chuckle, {Allright.} He cleared his throat to get Mark's attention. {Right this way,} and started off towards the arena.

Amber and Mark glanced at each other, than followed the lumbering dragon into the heart of the mountain. Walking inside, they stared in awe at the arena. As they walked, they saw the raised viewing area, but there was no one sitting there. In the middle of the arena stood two Charizards, one a massive dragon that was missing his right wing and the other a turquoise dragon, flanking a golden Charmeleon.

The Charmeleon spoke when she saw them, her voice echoing in the empty hall, {Welcome trainer. Please, join us.} She held her hand out. Amber and Mark hopped down into the arena, standing before the three fire types. The golden Charmeleon smiled, inclining her head ever so slightly, {I apologize for taking you like we did, but I fear that we need your help.}

Mark gave a bow, remembering the customs that most Charizard tribes had, "I am pleased to offer what assistance I can." He stood up, "Although I am not sure what a human such as myself, even with a lovely Pokemon such as a Ninetails can do."

The golden Charmeleon dipped her head in acknowledgment of what he said. She pondered for a moment before putting it bluntly, {We require you to either defeat and capture or give Alexander here an honorable victory.}

Mark balked at this. He had heard of tribes finding worthy trainers so that their younglings could see the world, but never thought he would be considered one. He carefully considered his decision before replying. "I think I should consult my team before I make a decision like this."

The Charmeleon inclined her head again, but said in a sad tone, {While that is honorable, is it not enough to consult simply your Ninetails?}

Mark was about to respond when Amber interrupted him, ' I am sure that Sar and Cairn will understand.' She gave him a confidence filled smile, revealing her gleaming fangs. 'Besides, I haven't had a real battle in far to long.'

Mark sputtered a touch, before sighing in resignation. He knew that look, and knew that nothing he said could change her mind. Besides, she's right. They'll accept our decision....I hope. He could see it already. Last time he made a decision without consulting Cairn, he had ended up with a Ninetails as a partner.

He turned back to the three dragons. "Allright. We'll take him on."

Ellra flashed her a tooth filled grin, {Excellent.} Turning towards the turquoise dragon, {Are you ready Alex?}

Alex nodded, {I'm ready.} He couldn't help his life-flame burning brightly in anticipation.

Ellra gestured towards the large dragon next to her, {Elder.}

The Elder dipped his head, and despite the fact that there were no observers, announced, {Than let the combatants take their positions.} Alex turned and walked to the corner of the arena, and spread his wings in anticipation.

Amber was about to head to the other when Mark stopped her, "You want my help? Or want to run this solo?"

The white fox tilted her head in thought. 'Call out if I get into trouble. Otherwise I want to go solo with this one.'

Mark nodded, and gave her a ruffle. She grunted, shaking her head to put the ruffled fur back down as she stalked off to the opposite corner.

Both faced off, waiting for the command to start. The Elder stood off to the side, one arm raised. He looked at Alex, than to Amber. He looked forward and brought his arm down, {BEGIN!!} He shouted.

Amber opened up the fight, unleashing a small ball of fire out of her muzzle, Alex countering with a flamethrower. The attacks met in mid-air, causing an explosion to rip through the arena.

While the dust settled, Alex gave three mighty flaps to clear the field. He started when he saw the white Ninetails missing. Growling, he dropped into a true battle stance, a new respect for the fox in his mind.

The only warning he had was his shadow on the ground. He jumped to the left just as a powerful flamethrower hit where he had been standing. Turning, he saw Amber alight softly, her tails lashing behind her, a confident but intense look in her eyes.

Alex growled again and charged, wings flaring behind him. He brought his hand back, now engulfed in flame, while also charging a flamethrower.

Amber smirked, and deftly dodged the fire-punch, and countered the flamethrower with one of her own.

Their flames stayed locked as she landed on her feet again. Alex's life-flame burned almost as large as he was tall, and Amber's tails fixed straight out as they held their attacks.

The flames fought, twisting and writhing, back and forth, but neither could gain the upper hand.

Amber suddenly jumped straight up, stopping her attack while Alex tried to bring his back to bear on the fox. When the flame did find her again, her tails solidified and she batted the flames away. As she came back around, she let loose a fireblast. As the attack rushed towards Alex, it formed into the five pronged attack that it is infamous for.

Alex couldn't move his large frame fast enough, so he simply crossed his arms and took the hit. He grunted with the sheer force of the attack, but quickly counter-attacked with his own flamethrower. Amber, somehow, moved her canine frame in mid-air and out of the way of the onrushing flames.

Once again, the arena was covered with a layer of smoke. This gave them both a chance to breath and formulate a plan of attack.

Mark, the Elder, and Ellra watched the battle unfold from the sidelines. Both the Elder and Mark wanted to shout commands to their respective combatant, but both held their tongues. Mark swallowed as he waited for the smoke to clear, while even the Elder was focused intently.

A roar ripped through the arena, startling the three who were watching. When the smoke cleared, Mark cheered when he saw what was happening.

Amber was on Alex's back holding on with tenacity while he tried to grab her with his short arms. When he couldn't get her off, he brought his tail up, intent on burning her off.

Amber's cry of pain made Mark wince. When she dropped off, Alex swung a wing around, catching her in the ribs. This sent her flying across the arena, where she lay, head hanging limply.

Several tense seconds passed. Mark started to sit down, almost in shock at how quickly Amber had been beaten. 'Don't count me out yet, damn you.' He heard her say. Mark was careful not to let his reignited hope show on his face.

Alex carefully stalked over to the motionless fox, careful to keep a flamethrower at the ready. When he was just over two meters away, Amber's eyes snapped open. Before Alex could react she was at his throat, sinking her fangs in-between the scales. He roared in pain, clawing at her. She grimaced as one caught her on the flank, leaving a bloody mark on her white fur.

She released him, her tails glimmering as they twisted into a single entity, and hit him. Hard. The dragons head snapped up, and his body toppled as he fell back. Amber alighted back on her feet, wincing as she did so. She growled as she opened her maw again, and bathed the slowly moving dragon in flame.

The heat was so intense that even the Elder and Ellra put up their arms to block the heat.

Mark smiled as he watched the raw power being unleashed by his beautiful Ninetails. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small device. He clicked it, and it grew to the size of a softball. Glancing at Ellra, she gave him a nod, and he threw it at the motionless dragon.

The turquoise dragon was enveloped by a red light as the Pokeball absorbed him. The ball fell to the ground, and started rocking. Everything was quiet as it rocked once. Than twice. Three times. Four.

click

All was quiet. That one sound seemed to echo off the walls of the arena. Mark slowly walked towards the ball, and leaned down. He picked it up and carried over to Ellra, who took it with reverence. Than Mark ran to Amber, who was just about to fall over. Cradling her head in his arms, "You so damned stubborn." He softly ran his hand through the fur on her head.

She gave a weak laugh, 'That's why you love me'. Mark laughed as he reached for his belt. 'No, not yet,' she said, shaking her head.

"Now you're being over stubborn. You're hurt, and I don't have any potions or berries to help." Mark said, exasperated by her refusal.

'Maybe,' she shakily stood up, 'but this ritual is not done yet.' Amber pointed to where Ellra and the Elder were standing. Ellra was still holding the ball, whispering something to it.

Mark looked back at Amber and nodded. He stood up, and walked over the the golden Charmeleon. She looked up at him, and handed him the Pokeball, {Would you please release him?}

Mark gave a nod, clicking the button. The ball opened, letting out a beam of light which soon took the shape of a Charizard. The dragon was still in pain, but had a look of respect on his face. Alex turned to Ellra, and gave as much of a bow as he could. {It seems that this trainer is worthy, just as you said.}

The Elder stepped up to Alex, and the turquoise dragon turned. Smiling, {You're gonna go far, Alex.} The Elder embraced Alex, who had a look of surprise, {May the Flame guide you, and keep you safe.} The Elder released Alex, and turned to Mark, {Teach him, trainer....and show him the world.}

Mark bowed as an answer. The Elder gave a slow nod in acknowledgment. {Very good. It is good that Alex already gave his farewells.} Turning to Alex again, {Take them off the mountain, if you would.}

As Alex bowed, Mark was about to protest, but Amber cut him off 'Don't. He needs to do this. Deny him this, and you shall insult him.' Mark closed his mouth, protests dying in his throat. Amber gave a nod of approval, before giving a small whine, 'Now, could you please put me back in the Pokeball?' Mark gave a small chuckle, pressing the button on hers. A beam of light engulfed her, and she gave Mark a last smile before she was absorbed into the device.

Mark turned to Alex, letting his held breathe go slightly. "Shall we?" Alex gave a nod, and knelt down so Mark could get on.

Just as he was about to get on, Ellra cleared her throat. Turning around he saw her standing right there, {Take care of him.} She said it softly. Holding up one of her claws, she blew a small flame over it. She held the heated claw out to Mark, who blinked before taking it. He couldn't help the small wince as the claw left a burn on his palm. She let go, and he took a look at his hand. What was there was a clean burn, the pain already gone. Ellra held her gaze, {To bind you to our tribe, and thus to Alex.}

With that, she backed away, allowing Mark to mount the waiting dragon. The dragon walked, not allowing his trainer to see his wince, outside. Spreading his wings, Alex gave a final roar as he took off. The Elder, and those few Charizards who were still awake answered in kind.

A final farewell to the turquoise dragon.

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