Heeeeeeeeeeeeeello again! I return once more, after a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time, bringing with me the next chapter! YAY!

So, let's get on with the dedication. Youtubers, if you're sick of hearing people say stuff like this, I STRONGLY advise you to skip this paragraph. If you're not, then, read it. Simple as that. Now, after dedicating the last chapter to my Fanfiction inspiration, let's dedicate this one to my Youtube one: Aquablade11. (Told ya.) I know, I know, he's worshiped everywhere on Youtube, but he is seriously the only reason shadowbone66 come to be. A few years ago, I was over at a friend's house. He wanted to show me this cool video. It was AB's miniature tournament, the one with Bowie89 and Toxicat. Anyways, it caught my interest, but I quickly forgot about it, in favor of other things. However, I later remembered it. I rediscovered him around the time his second sprite series, the Belt of Infinity, was starting. So, I watched the first AC's, the Sun Sage Chronicles, and his first 20 PBR battles. It was then I became one of the many AB fans. I waited during the long time he could not wait to make vids, and during that time, shadowbone66 was born. I tell you, if you haven't watched it for some reason, go watch it. NOW. IT IS EPIC. VERY EPIC. SO EPIC WORDS CANNOT HOPE TO DESCRIBE IT. So, uh, yeah. AB's mah inspiration. Whoop de doo.(Note: This was written a hecka long time ago. Belt of Infinity is done, so watch it too.)

But enough sucking up. Let's get on to the real reason you're here-the story. So, the intro chapter was short, I know, but let's see what happens next…

NOTE: I typed the above part of the intro, as well as most of the chapter, over a year ago. Just letting ya know. I saw some nice reviews for this story, looked back, and thought, 'Why not finish it? It's a quality piece.' So without further ado...

Chapter Two:

A Drink

Sceptile stumbled into the local tavern, the Zero Isle. The haphazardly patched, wildly contrasting canvas shocked him for a second, like always. All the guests within looked up from their driftwood tables at the Guildmaster's arrival. Some nodded or grunted in recognition, and the others gave a cheer of welcoming. The lizard nodded and sat at a rickety barstool, next to a fellow leader in the reconstruction process, Charizard. However, he was informally known as Char. The bartender, Shuckle, pushed his wheeled barstool over to the two from the other side of the bar.

"Hey there, guys! What'll it be?"

"Persim Lite." Sceptile grunted, "And make it a strong one." Shuckle's eyebrows(?) rose in surprise, but he took in stride.

"And for you, Char?"

"Oren with a twist of Aguav, thanks."

"No problemo!" Shuckle deftly slid another drink he was holding in one of his tentacles to the talons of a Gabite waiting at the far end of the bar. The dragon left some money on the table, poured the drink into a homemade flask, and stumbled off. Shuckle counted the money on the counter, and gave a dark look in the Gabite's direction.

"Never tips, that one…Your drinks will be ready in a sec, boys!" Char glanced at Sceptile.

"So what you all down about? Your friends are here, aren't they?" Sceptile merely grunted and put his head in his hands.

"C'mon man, what's wrong? I won't blab, I swear!" Sceptile sighed. He knew there was no use trying to hide it. If he didn't talk now, Char would just keep bugging him incessantly, eventually drawing the attention of the whole bar. Most notably, Primeape, the short fuse in town. And the last thing anyone needed was him getting ticked off again. Sceptile shuddered at the thought. It had set construction back weeks!

Sceptile turned his barstool towards his companion.

"Fine, fine. Just keep your voice down."

"Sweet. So what happened?" Sceptile fervently looked from side to side.

"…They couldn't come."

"And why might that be?"

"…"

"Come on, man. It can't be that bad."

"They never existed."

"So you've been lying to us this whole time?"

"Keep your voice down! Of course not. Why would I do that?"

"You don't want all the glory?"

"…"

"Hey, you asked a question, and I ga-"

"Shut it."

"So how can they never have existed, and you're telling the truth?"

"Well, this is what Dialga said…"

...

"…I HAD A FEELING SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN," Dialga rumbled. The Sableye scurried over.

"Whaddya mean, you had a feeling?"

"IN ORDER FOR US TO HAVE BEEN SAVED, WE HAD TO BE COMPLETELY CUT OFF FROM THE PAST YOU ALL HAD VENTURED TO."

"Why?"

"THE WORLD HAD TO HAVE FALLEN INTO DARKNESS FOR ANY OF US TO EXIST WITH OUR MEMORIES INTACT. THEREFORE, WE MUST HAVE BEEN CUT OFF FROM THE PAST AT THE PRECISE MOMENT SO THAT TIME STARTED AGAIN WITHOUT THE WORLD VANISHING."

"So you're saying…"

"YES. THE PAST HAS NOT CHANGED. BUT WHAT WAS ONCE THE PAST HAS." Sceptile looked up from his tears.

"But what about Jonas? Was he saved, too?"

"I SUSPECT SO. THERE WOULD BE A SLIGHT DISTORTION OF SPACE AND TIME SURROUNDING HIM, BUT IF WE WERE SAVED, THE CREATION OF THIS DIMENSION SHOULD GIVE HIM FORM. THERE WOULD BE DISTORTIONS AROUND MEOWTH, AS WELL, AS HE VISITED HERE ONCE."

"So...I'm confused. Does that mean we all have spacial distortions surrounding us?"

"TECHNICALLY, YES. HOWEVER, THIS WHOLE TIMELINE IS THE RESULT OF A SPACIAL RIFT; THIS MINOR PROBLEM WILL BE CORRECTED ALONG WITH THE REST OF IT."

"Which should take...?"

"TIME MEANS NOTHING IN THE REPARATION OF A DIMENSION. HOWEVER, I ADMIT TO BEING RATHER WEARY, DUE TO HAVING SENT ANOTHER THROUGH TIME TWICE, AS WELL AS THE LOST ENERGY FROM THE PREPARATION OF A THIRD TIME. THIS MEANS THAT, FOR THE MOST PART, I HAVE TO WORK IN NEARLY REAL TIME." Dusknoir tilted his head in shared confusion.

"Real time?"

"YES. THAT SIMPLY MEANS THAT I CANNOT ENTER THE TIMESTREAM COMPLETELY TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE. TIME PASSES MORE SLOWLY FOR ME, BUT NOT COMPLETELY HALTING. THIS MEANS THE PROCESS SHOULD, IF I WORK ON MY OWN, TAKE NEARLY A DECADE." Celebi, still tired from her trip, gaped in shock.

"A whole decade? Even if I help?" Dialga hung his head at this.

"NORMALLY, CELEBI, YOU WOULD ASSIST ME IN THIS MATTER. HOWEVER...I DID NOT FULFILL MY ROLE AS YOUR MENTOR TO A SUFFICIENT DEGREE. IF I HAD NOT GONE MAD, I WOULD HAVE TAUGHT YOU IN SUCH MATTERS. HOWEVER, I AM PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNED. YOU HAVE PLAYED AN INVALUBLE ROLE IN AVERTING THE PARALYSIS OF THE PLANET. YOU MUST REST, NOW, FOR IT IS MY DUTY TO WORK. GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL." And with that, Dialga seemed to disappear into time itself, but not quite. This left the others to hitch a ride back to Temporal Square with Porygon.

...

"...and that's what happened." Char took an appreciative swig of his Oren, and set it down with a grimace.

"Hooee! That is a story. So now you can't ever see them again, eh?"

"That's right. Well, not quite. Dialga said that once the timeline had undergone enough reparation, Palkia would be able to return to this dimension."

"Palkiwho?"

"Palkia. The lord of space and matter. He had to leave this dimension when the planet fell into paralysis. However, when he returns, he can open up a causal rift, that can lead to another dimension."

"Like Jonas's."

"Exactly. For now, though, we'll just have to wait it out."

...

"Work, work, work. Just because I wasn't as torn up because Jonas and Meowth couldn't come back, I'll bet. Hmph." Sableye trundled along the dark and ravaged plain.

"That, or maybe it was just because I was handy when they were all weeping. Sure, I respect Master Dusknoir, and I want to apologize, but to make me get up early AND send me out on sentry duty? That's just unfair." The gem-eyed shade trundled about the area, staying a comfortable distance away from Chasm Cave.

"Don't wanna fall down there...eep." The Sableye scanned the area. There wasn't much to see. While the falling dusk gave a beauty to the world, it still felt somewhat like the planet was still in a state of paralysis. The barren field was mostly rocky, with several ridged and rugged points to it. There was, however, small, scattered patches of fertile soil that had been planted with some seeds found in dungeons.

"Nothing to see, nothing to do...why me?"

...

The being flew towards the square, power pulsing through its fists.

It cannot fail. It must be completed.

It was truly resolute in its mission.

...

The being flew towards the square, power pulsing through its fists.

It cannot fail. It must be completed.

It was truly resolute in its mission.

TO BE CONTINUED

And that's it. iHope to continue this, so send in reviews! And stuff! Yeah...!