|*DISCONTINUED* Book 3 of the "Forgotten Warriors" Series and successor to "Secrets Without Shame"|
Three months have flown by since Danny, Margaret, Amos, and Mira lost four members of their traveling group. While the quartet search through norther...
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"Not all monsters show their fangs, and not all monsters with evident fangs bite..." *~*~*
The Pokemon surrounding the dark forest clearing were all chatting together in whispers. They were waiting for their tribal leaders to finish their important, private discussion. The tribal leaders were in the leaders' cave in the cliff side of the territory. The Psychic and Fighting Types kept glancing down at the center of the entire clearing.
A rather tall Lucario was sitting on the ground, his legs crossed with his paws on his knees. His eyes were closed and his head was bowed, making all the Pokemon believe he was in prayer. The wait for a verdict must be very stressful for him. All the Pokemon there had heard his tale and the journey he took to meet them. He had sacrificed so much to get the help he seeked, and his required assistance was under review.
A murmur spread through the crowd as the tribal leaders exited the leaders' cave, causing the tall Lucario at the center to get on his hind legs and stared at the four leaders. First to leave the den was a lovely Gardevoir, escorted by her protective mate, a Gallade. Then a battle scarred Lucario with a rag over both eyes stepped out next, and then an elderly looking Alakazam followed suit. The four of them all stood straight and impressively on the cliff edge.
"Regulus Ray," the Gardevoir's voice echoed through the area clearly and with authority. "We have reviewed your request for aid and have come to a conclusion. First I must express that we did not take this request lightly. Any matter involving dark aura beings is always taken very seriously."
The area had gone silent. The sound of a pin dropping and hitting the grass could've been heard. The Lucario, Regulus Ray, looked around at the area with uneasiness but said nothing.
"Regulus, our three tribes, Psi, Aura, and Emotion, are forever in your debt," a hoarse voice, the graying Alakazam leader called, moving forward while looking straight down at the Lucario. "You have ended a war that has lasted three generations. We owe you so much, but we have to refuse your request."
"What?!" Ray roared, causing the watchers to flinch and murmur among themselves again. "The whole reason I came here was to find a solution to my human's illness!"
"You cannot save your human," the Alakazam replied calmly. "His heritage won't just go away, it's apart of who he is. It's his soul that needs healing. There is very little we can do for him."
"There must be something!" The Lucario pleaded, getting on his knees and looking up desperately at the leaders. "Please! His fate is being decided as we speak! He has a sister, she needs him! I am one of their guardians, I must protect them! I'm begging you, please help them!"
The Alakazam's face was hard to read. The old Psychic Type continued to look down at Ray and did not look away.
"If you insist on helping your human," the Alakazam started more quietly, causing silence to rush through the area. "Then why don't you kill him?"
