Everything In Between

I

"What are these two still doing awake?" A brunette asked her husband.

The two young children that were sitting on one of the couches quickly scurried underneath a large blanket.

The brunette's green eyed husband smiled innocently, "Whatever do you mean, my love?"

"Why are Juniper and Gray still awake?" She asked again, narrowing her sharp blue eyes.

A young girl appeared from one end of the blanket, "Daddy was telling us a story!"

A boy with silver eyes appeared from the other side, "Yeah! It was cool!"

A teenage boy with green hair appeared from the hallway. He saw his mother and went to creep back into his room.

"Illusion," His mother said, "Come here."

Illusion winced and came back into the living room, "I just came to get some water!" He said, holding up an empty glass, "I'm thirsty!"

His mother rolled her eyes and nodded her head towards the kitchen. Illusion smiled and rushed into the kitchen to get water, glad his mother would not murder him tonight.

"What story are you telling them?" She asked, sitting next to her children on the white couch. Her daughter crawled into her lap, leaving her little brother alone in the large blanket.

The brunette's husband was silent for awhile, "The...story of the Hero of Ideals..."

His wife smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Oh? How does that story go?"

Illusion came back into the living room. He saw the family all together, and felt left out. He leaned over the back of the couch and ruffled his younger brother's short brown hair.

Gray frowned up at his brother and Juniper gasped in delight, "Tell it again, Daddy!"

Her father smiled, "Alright," he said, adjusting on the other black couch, "When your mother and I were on our journeys, there was a massive threat to the people and Pokémon of Unova."

Juniper gasped, "No!"

Illusion frowned, "Didn't you just hear this story? How are you surprised?"

Illusion's mother cleared her throat and shot her oldest son a warning glare. Illusion decided he would shut up.

The children's father continued, "An organization called 'Team Plasma' promised to separate people and Pokémon forever. At their helm, a trainer with unbelievable will. He preached that humans did not deserve Pokémon, and that Pokémon would be better off without humans."

"That's not true!" Gray shrieked, "People and Pokémon need each other!"

The green haired man smiled, "Yes...yes they do. But the trainer truly believed in his heart that liberation was key. Thus, the legendary Pokémon, Reshiram, chose him as the Hero of Truth."

The teenage boy took a sip of his water, "I thought this was a story about the Hero of Ideals."

His father smirked, "Look who finally cares about my stories."

Illusion blushed and mumbled something about "teenage rebellion". His parents rolled their eyes and the green eyed man went on with his story.

"The Hero of Truth thought himself unopposed- until a trainer from the far corner of the region appeared. She believed people and Pokémon could live together in peace. She knew people did not deserve Pokémon, but by choice did they live together in harmony. So, the legendary Pokémon, Zekrom, chose her as the Hero of Ideals."

"I think I can guess what happens next," Illusion said, "People and Pokémon do still live together."

His father smiled and stood up from his chair, "Yes...The Hero of Ideals prevailed in her battle with the Hero of Truth," he said, "She proved Pokémon and people could be as one and live as such."

He walked over to the couch and unwrapped his son from the large blanket, "Off to bed, now, Juniper and Gray."

Gray and Juniper groaned. They didn't want to go to bed! They wanted to stay up!

"What happened to them?" Illusion asked.

"Hm?"

"The heroes? Who are they? What happened?"

The two young children looked up at their father, "Yeah! What happened?"

Husband and wife exchanged glances, "No one knows who they are, or what happened to them."

"What?" Illusion asked, "How is that even possible?"

"Well I think it's time for everyone to get to bed," the blue eyed woman interrupted, "Starting with you two goons." She teased, ruffling her young children's hair.

The children complained as their mother stood up and kissed their father. They grumbled a, "gross" and allowed their mother to escort them to their rooms.

The taller grasshead went to put out the fire that sat gently in the stone fireplace. He took a pitcher of water that sat near it and poured it over the flame, causing the room to become dark.

"Seriously though," Illusion pressed, "No one knows what happened? Or even who they are?"

"Nope."

"How is that possible? The news didn't cover it?"

"Do not dive too deep, my son, you may drown."

"Don't spew that 'fatherly wisdom' stuff at me," Illusion grunted, "I just think that it's weird is all..."

As the fire went out, the man with grassy eyes went over to his son, "Well...life is weird."

Illusion rolled his eyes and sighed, "You're so weird sometimes, Father..."

Illusion received a frown from his father and trudged back to his room. The man let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Please don't lose yourself in the truth..."