Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Destiny's Way: Chapter 7: insights into the past.
#8 of Pokmon Mystery Dungeon: Destiny's Way
Two this week because I forgot to upload a chapter last week. Anyways, enjoy!
Note: "Yea" rhymes with "sea" in this case.
Fern's mother, the Witch of Forest Hall, Delphox, watched the blaze with interest. She knew exactly what would happen next: Celibi appears, regrows the forest, and Yea Olde, the first master of the Volcorona guild would establish the guild hall. Suddenly, Delphox heard rustling in the undergrowth next to her. "Médiums unissent," The Witch said casually.
"Médiums unissent," an invisible voice replied, identifying it as a member of the group formed by the local psychic-types to prevent the future based on Delphox's visions. "It's a shame that the Forest Hall was destroyed in the fire," it continued, after a long pause, in the dialect of poké invented by Delphox's group (the dialect was adopted by later generations as standard poké). Indeed, the estate that the town was named for burned down completely, leaving a barren stretch of land about the size of the Volcorona Guild Hall. Indeed, Yea Old owned the estate. "Yes, it was a shame," Delphox agreed. "But it was necessary evil. Guardian, did you send your daughter through the portal in Mage's Hill?" The psychic-types met in the mystery dungeon weekly. Delphox found the location to be useful, the layout changing every time they met so intruders were kept out. In fact, it was just a normal tower before Delphox stumbled across it a year before, setting off the chain of visions that led to the fire. It was unclear whether the majickal presence of Delphox turned it into a mystery dungeon, or if it had sensed a purpose for being one and transformed its levels. Dropbox created a much longer time portal to the moment where, or rather when, the kids enter the tower two hundred years, six months, Nine days, two hours, ten minutes and thirty-seven seconds from the portal. If she was thrown into the portal at the exact time, the little kirlia would end up in the exact time when the Goddess of the Arts, Meloetta, sang the first song to the little Riolu. Of course, the Kirlia was an orphan of time herself. She was brought back in time by Guardian's niece, who will work for Yea in the Volcorona Guild in the next ten years. Guardian adopted her, and since calling the little ralts, Chiss, her grand-niece was out of the question (her one sister hadn't had any kids yet), The Guardian referred to her as a daughter.
"Yes. Chiss will be happy in the future, I hope. Will she?" The Gardivior glanced at Delphox, the look full of emotions that it didn't take a mind reader to understand. Unfortunately, she was Invisible, so it did take a mind reading. She was trying to convey... Anguish at seeing her one daughter go. Expectance of the answer she wanted. Trust that The Witch sent said daughter to a better time. Most of all, the Guardian was full of fear. Fear that she was wrong. Fear that her daughter was sent to her death. Fear that Delphox had been lying to her.
Delphox wasn't lying. She quickly reassured her fellow psychic and stared at the blaze she caused a few minutes ago. An eternity ago. She reminded herself what was at stake here, and relaxed a bit. It felt good to be helping save the world.
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