The Messanger of Time

Chapter 3: Discovering The Truth

"Dinner's ready!" Samuel calls as he sets plates up on the dining room table.

Vincent, who has been in his room the entire time, looks at the doorway for a bit, then sighs and gets up and goes out into the livingroom. He watches as everyone goes to the dining room, then jumps as he is poked on his shoulder, turning around.

Standing behind him is another boy, around the same height as him, with messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is dressed in what looks like amateur scientist clothing, and has a high tech watch on his wrist.

Vincent smiles a bit and shakes his head. "So what'd you create this time, Hector?"

Hector chuckles. "Nothing new. Still working. But word has it, you're the center of attention tonight. Something about a disorder."

Vincent eyes him. "...Oh? Who said that?"

Christina strolls into the room, speaking up. "I did!"

He stares at her for a bit. "Disorder, right... So who else did you tell this to, the neighbors?"

"Don't be silly. We don't have neighbors out here."

He rolls his eyes and Hector pats his shoulder as he walks by. "Come on, bro. Let's eat dinner."

Christina smiles and goes into the dining room, and he sighs and follows them, soon sitting down at the table.

Entering the room last is another girl, with very sleek black hair, seeming to be thinner and somewhat shorter than that of Christina's. She has a black hairpin in one side, and blue eyes like those of Vincent's.

She sits down at the table and looks around, Christina staring at her.

"What?"

"Your hair's so thin and pretty. I want it..." She reaches over and plays with the girl's hair, and she slaps her hand.

"Don't touch it, I just washed it."

Christina pouts. "You're mean, Melissa."

Chrissa looks at them and shakes her head. "Be nice, you two. We have something to discuss."

"Oh right, Vincent's disorder."

Vincent stares at her, unenthused at her comment. And Samuel taps his spoon on the table to get their attention, before speaking up as he scoops mashed potatoes out of a large bowl.

"Vincent does not have a disorder. Now would you simmer down for the moment and allow us to continue?"

Christina sits back in her chair and folds her arms. "Fine."

Samuel eyes her for a moment, then looks around at the others, before speaking again.

"Now, I'm sure everyone knows by now what this is about, as Christina has probably already informed us."

She sticks her tongue out and everyone stares at her, as she shifts in her chair awkwardly, then goes to take a chicken leg and put it on her plate. Samuel then continues as everyone else starts putting food on their plates.

"Throughout Vincent's life, I'm sure we have all noticed strange incidences around him. There came a time when I went online to research these occurences, and I came to a conclusion from what I've read. However, it was not yet confirmed until earlier today."

Hector interrupts, "So... he does have a disorder."

"It's not a disorder!" Vincent exclaims, causing everyone to jump a bit in surprise.

Chrissa puts her hand on his. "Calm down, dear. We know this. And the next person to say this will go without dinner."

The other three siblings then immediately fall silent, and Samuel proceeds.

"Earlier, Vincent used something which at first was thought to come from the necklace. However, after speaking with Lasuno and Chrissa about it, this was confirmed to be false. Though psychic energy can form illusions and affect matter in the area, it is not actually powerful enough to take on the form of other elements, such as water. So we had to come to another idea..."

Lasuno and Larisa listen to the conversation as they ear their fruit in the kitchen.

"I don't quite understand the entire meaning behind this, but I've discovered beings which seem to call themselves Messangers. This may be too much to understand at your ages, but..." Samuel pulls out a few sheets of paper with notes detailing certain aspects of the Messangers, and places them on the table.

"Spiritual prophets have gone into predicting the coming of a force from the afterlife and the spiritual plane, into this world. However, little to no proof has actually been given of these predictions. So many people have simply dismissed them."

Hector interrupts again after looking over the papers. "They spelled messenger wrong."

Vincent shakes his head. "Not messenger. It's a different concept... Just let him talk."

Samuel nods and speaks again. "I was actually going to allow you. Information about this is very hard to come by. But if you are what you say, then you should know much more about it than anyone else."

He slowly nods and sighs, rubbing his head a bit. "Dreams are still a bit scrambled, so don't mind if I get anything wrong... Messangers are born into this world like any other being. They are brought here of a natural birth. However, upon arrival, they must start anew. They lose all memory of who they are, and live a normal life."

He looks around at them. "...Well, as normal as they can be with what they have. Through a series of dreams they have while growing up, they begin to remember who they are."

Melissa shakes her head. "Wait, wait. So where do these dreams come from? Does someone give you them, like in the movies?"

"...No, not like that. Your immortal spiritual being still remembers everything. However, these memories don't pass into your physical form until later on. The activities of your normal life interferes with them, thus they happen in dreams... while you're asleep and in your most calm state."

She slowly nods. "That... makes sense, I guess. What's immortal?"

"It means it doesn't die," Chrissa answers.

Melissa blinks, then nods again.

Vincent takes a bite out of his food, then soon continues. "The idea of the Messangers is from the Spiritual Council, which as dad says, exists in the spiritual plane. Messangers are sent into different worlds to take on tasks, much like an angel is sent here to inform people of a coming calamity. A Messanger's role is to actually take action, in order to prevent this calamity."

"So you're... an Angel Plus." Christina giggles, and Hector smirks at the comment.

Vincent rolls his eyes, but can't help but smile at what she said. "Call it what you want. The concept's the same. Anyway... A Messanger is given a certain time to inform others of what will happen, so that they can all work together in order to stop it. Though the very idea of just who they are may cause a bit of disturbance and disbelief... It's much harder than merely telling people and getting them to do what's needed. Getting them to believe you... is a different story."

Chrissa nods slowly. "Had I not seen what I have over the years, I might not believe you, myself. But even now, it's hard to grasp..."

Vincent sighs a bit. "That's what I mean... But it has to be done, or the calamity will befall this world."

Samuel speaks up. "So... What is this said calamity, anyway?"

He blinks at the question, beginning to think about it. "No one... really knows. All I can guess from is the name of my task. The Temporal Task. Something to do with time... Time going out of control. Time..." He goes silent for a moment and everyone looks at him, and he utters another word. "...Stopping."

Chrissa thinks about what he said. "It... isn't entirely hard to believe. This family's been studying and training dragons for a long time. But we could never actually learn the concept of one of them..."

Vincent looks at her for a moment, realizing who she meant. "Dialga..."

She nods. "Yes... Apparently Dialga controls the flow of time, along with another dragon, who controls space. Palkia, I think..."

Vincent takes another bite of his food and then speaks up again. "Dialga and Palkia... controllers of time and space. They're deities who were brought about by Arceus in order to keep the very universe we live in intact. Without them, it would inevitably fall apart."

Hector shivers at the thought, then looks at him. "And I thought I knew it all... You got it down. No wonder you pass all your grades so easily."

Vincent smiles a bit and shrugs. "School's still boring."

Chrissa eyes him, then Samuel clears his throat and asks a question. "I never really understood one thing... So you finish this task, and you stop this calamity... What happens then?"

Vincent looks at him for a moment. "...I go back."

"You leave..."

He slowly nods, and the room falls completely silent as they take in this fact. The idea that he will eventually be leaving this world.

"...No." Samuel gets up and puts his napkin on the table, walking out of the room. Chrissa looks up at him, then quickly gets up and follows him.

"Sam, wait!" The two disappear down the hall, and Christina stares at Vincent.

"Thanks for the bad news." She gets up, along with the others, and leaves the room. And Vincent pushes his plate forward, laying his head on the table.

Lasuno hovers slowly over to him and puts his paw on him. "You did the right thing in telling them now. It's better to do it sooner than later."

He looks up at him, his eyes teary. "I don't know what to do... I can't hurt them like this. I've put too many people through this already..."

"Then don't... Of all the things I've learned, one thing I know is... even through life and death, you have a choice, Vincent. You can choose whether or not to go back. And if you truly want to stay, then you can."

Vincent stares at him for a moment. It's true, he doesn't have to stay in the Spiritual Council. But he's also afraid of what may happen, should he leave.

After a short while, he takes his stone necklace and stares at it for a bit, then holds it in his hand, causing both Lasuno's and Larisa's to glow a light blue color.

In the two sisters' bedroom, Christina, who is on her bed, crying, slowly looks down at her own necklace as it glows light blue. She picks it up and sniffs, sitting up and looking at Melissa, whose necklace is doing the same.

Melissa looks back at her and sighs, slowly getting up from her bed and holding her hand out. "Come on... Let's go see him."

She slowly nods and takes her hand, getting up and they both walk out of the room, seeing Hector leaving his and Vincent's room and looking at them. His necklace has the same glow as theirs.

In Chrissa and Samuel's room, the two are sitting on the bed, Chrissa's arms wrapped around Samuel as he is rested against her, in almost a breakdown.

Soon, both of their necklaces begin to glow as Chrissa looks down at them, then taps Samuel's shoulder and he opens his eyes to look.

They then look back at each other, and Chrissa nods to him and they get up to go out.

After a short while, Vincent looks up to see his siblings at the entrance of the room. He then gets up and walks over to them, seeing Chrissa and Samuel coming into the livingroom. He looks at them all and takes a short breath.

"I'm going to make a promise to you all..."

They all remain quiet and listen to him as he speaks.

"When my task is over, and I return to the Spiritual World... I will find my way back here, to see you all again. I promise, I will not leave you..."

Soon, Christina slowly nods and steps forward, then hugs him tightly. "You better not leave us, Vincent..."

He returns the hug, and after a short time, she goes back and looks at him, and he nods to her in assurance. "I promise..."

She smiles a bit, and the others come over and hug him, a family hug, assured of his return, when the time comes...

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"You've been keeping him hidden for quite a while, haven't you? Your persistence is becoming rather annoying... I came to you, believing that you would lead me straight to him. But you've shown so much resistance, even through the deaths of many in your little group."

"Perhaps you should... give up then... It's obvious we wouldn't tell you where he is... even if we knew."

The shadowy individual smirks and puts his hand on the wounded person, who is strapped to a stake.

"You couldn't be more right about that. That's why I'll take the liberty of eliminating each and every one of you. You serve no further purpose to me."

He steps back and his eyes flicker with a green light, the person closing his eyes tightly as he throws his hand out, releasing a green streak of energy, followed by the words, "Expello Phasmatis!"

And that was the end of him. The killing curse took its effect immediately, and the person dropped his head, his limp body still bound to the stake as the individual walks out, setting the shack ablaze and burning each dead and wounded person inside.

"I'll find you, in time. You can't stay hidden forever..."