Twy's P.O.V 1st Person

He was murdered…by me said Darkria. Or at least that's what Noon will tell you.

That was the reason for my incarceration; the bastard fooled everyone into believing that I was the murderer all the while his own hands dripped with blood said Darkria raising his voice and clenching his fist in anger.

"Wait, so Noon was the one that murdered the other Guardian, why would he do that?" I asked skeptically.

Because he wasn't fooled by Noon's act, he sensed the instability boiling just beneath the surface of Noon's subconscious. He and I alone knew of the black pit that had become Noon's heart, and so Noon decided to rid himself of the both of us.

I took a moment to absorb this, it all seemed perfectly plausible, but it also seemed like it could just as easily be a lie.

He was my friend, said Darkria after a moment's silence, my closest friend, one of the only ones really. I was one of the only ones to stand by him when he committed what was considered to be the ultimate sin, falling in love with a human. Things were different back then most of mankind was still very cruel, but that only made him all the more convinced that the kind woman he had fallen in love with was all the more special. He was a stubborn old bastard.

My support didn't really do him any favors though, it only served to convince others even more that what he had done was wrong, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

He had a wife, he had a son, he was loved by all, and loved all that he knew…and he was murdered in cold blood. No matter how many years pass I will never forget those facts and I will never forgive Noon for what he did.

"Why did you attack us, back at Celebi's den?" I asked.

I wanted to know where Noon was, I knew that Celebi would know. I had just awoken and I was blind with fury, I wanted to turn Noon inside out and hang him by his entrails. My best friend had just been murdered, I had spent decades in a prison for it, and the one lowlife son of a bitch to blame was being treated like a hero, I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

"Fine, that makes sense I suppose but why are you telling me this?" I asked.

Because you deserve to know.

"Why me?" I asked unsure of where he was going with this.

Do you remember I told you there were five Guardians, I told you of Noon, Dawn, Midnight, and Dusk but I never told you the fifth Guardians name. His name… the name of my friend, was Twy.

"But…"

Yes that's the name of your father, the name he passed on too you.

Mew's P.O.V 3rd Person

Mew nervously rocked back and forth on the arm of the chair, next to the hospital bed that Twy was sleeping in. It had only been a handful of hours ago, that they had found Twy passed out on the sidewalk somewhat burnt but still alive.

When Zekrom had seen Twy rushing towards her, he had thought that Twy was with the Lucario and its trainer and had been trying to attack her.

It should have been impossible for a human to all that far and still remain, yet somehow he had.

Immediately with the help of Zekrom and the Lucario's trainer they rushed him to the nearest hospital.

The hospital staff had immediately rushed him into the emergency room where his wounds were treated. During that entire time he hadn't woken up once, and now the doctors were beginning to wonder if he ever would.

The Lucario and her trainer were both fast asleep in a chair on the other side of the bed, apparently they wee both concerned about Twy's condition.

Mew felt her stomach tighten as she watched him sleeping, and she silently sent a prayer up to Arceus that he would awaken soon.

Almost as if her prayer was being answered Twy began to stir.

Slowly he sat up rubbing his eyes, "Where am I, what's this?" he asked noticing that his entire right arm was in a cast.

Quickly Mew rushed forward rapping her arms around his neck as the tears begin to sting her eyes.

"Oh, hey," said Twy groggily, putting his arm around her.

"I thought you were dead," sobbed Mew.

"So did I," laughed Twy.

"It's not funny", cried Mew, "You almost died…again, and I couldn't do anything to protect you". "

It's not your job to protect me, besides I'm fine, so please stop crying," said Twy kissing the top of her head gently.

"I can't bear to see you cry," he said as she looked up at him.

Mew became aware that their lips were very close, and that she would only have to lean forward a couple of inches to bring them together. Twy seemed to notice this too and he stared back at her as if he was thinking the same thing.

"Kiss her already," said a voice making both Mew and Twy jump.

They both looked over blushing to see the Lucario punching her trainer on the arm making him wince in pain.

"So how are you feeling," the trainer asked Twy.

"Umm fine I think, thanks for asking umm…"

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm Tyler and this is Skyler," said the trainer wrapping his arms around the Lucario in his lap.

"Do you have a place to…" began Skyler stopping as if she couldn't find the word she was looking for.

"Sleep or stay," said Tyler helpfully "Sl..e..ep" said Skyler sounding out the word. "I'm teaching her to speak English," explained Tyler, "She knows a lot already but every now and then she needs a hand".

"Do you have a place to sleep?" asked Skyler again, looking back at Tyler to make sure she had said it right.

"Perfect," said Tyler, hugging her proudly.

"If you guys don't have a place to stay you could always bunk with us until you get better I mean it's kinda the least we could do after we caused you guys so much trouble," said Tyler elaborating on Skyler's question.

Normally Mew would automatically reject such the offer, but this time she would probably have to except it. Because even though he was smiling at her, Mew could see that Twy's eyes were beginning to glaze over with pain, and she knew it would only get worse if it was left to the elements.

"I think well have to take you up on that," said Mew.

Twy's P.O.V 1st Person

I was a little surprised when Mew to decided to take Tyler up on his offer, usually she's very wary of other people, but I guess she probably did it for my sake.

When we left the hospital, the doctor tool the cast off my arm, and what was under there wasn't pretty.

The arm was more or less intact, but burn scars ran all the up down it making the flesh blotchy and discolored.

The doctor said that it would heal better over time, but that wasn't the worst part.

As soon as he took the cast off I immediately knew something was wrong because I couldn't feel anything, and when I tried to move it nothing happened.

I didn't tell anyone else that it wasn't working, I didn't want to worry Mew, but the loss of my arm was devastating.

It had been three days since they had discharged me from the hospital and I was supposed to be staying in bed for another week, but there was no way that was going to happen.

Tyler's house was a few miles outside of Unova set up against the forest. Currently I was walking along the tree line just behind the house.

"Restless?" asked Skyler making me turn in surprise.

"Ya, I couldn't take another day of staring up at the ceiling," I said relaxing.

She walked with me in silence for a few minutes until I spoke up.

"So are you and Tyler like…" I began not really sure how put it in a way that it wouldn't offend her.

"Oh, yes me and Tyler are…umm…we're."

"I'm sorry I'm not very good at this," she said reverting to her native tongue.

"That's ok I can understand you like that," I said waving it aside.

"You can?" she asked brightening up; obviously it had been awhile since she had been able to speak so fluently and easily.

"Ok, well what I was trying to say is that me and Tyler are mates," said Skyler sounding a lot less awkward but still blushing lightly.

"I thought so, he seemed to be very protective of you," I said looking over at her.

"He's always been like that, even before we were together," said Skyler.

"How long have you been together?" I asked curiously.

"We've been together like this for a few months now, but I've been with Tyler almost all my life. I've been in love with him since we were very little, but I only confessed my feelings recently".

"Oh, and how did he take it?" I asked.

"He freaked out," giggled Skyler, "but he quickly came around, his family not so much, except for his parents and brother, most of them won't even speak to him anymore. But he's never once blamed me for it, if anything he just showered me with more love and adoration."

"Must be nice," I said thinking how I wished me and Mew could be that way.

"You love her don't you?" asked Skyler guessing my thoughts.

"Yes I do, so much that it hurts," I said realizing that this was the first time I had admitted it out loud.

"Then why aren't you together," asked Skyler "It's obvious that she loves you too, she was devastated when we found and she never left you're side once."

"Maybe, but not in that way, there's a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone," I said, shrugging my shoulders awkwardly when my right arm didn't lift.

"But not so terribly so," said Skyler, "It's a very fine line that can very easily be crossed on accident even more easily if it's on purpose, believe me I should know."

"You know I was told that Lucario were very wise and knowledgeable, but I never put much stock in it till now," I said raising an eyebrow at her.

"I wouldn't, not all Lucario are wonderful us me," she said smiling.

"Well I thank you for you're wonderful advice," I laughed stopping and turning to face her.

"And please allow me to return the favor".

"He doesn't blame you," I said bluntly.

"How did you…?" she began to ask.

"You wouldn't have brought it up if it hadn't been on your mind. When you said he never once blamed you, you meant he never said anything out loud."

"Sometimes I catch him staring at me," said Skyler, "But instead of love I see worry in his eyes as if he's afraid that he made the wrong choice."

"He's not worried about being with you, he's worried about not being with you sooner, he wonders if deep down you hate him for not realizing that you loved him sooner."

Skyler let that sink in for a little bit, the truth was Tyler had confided this in Mew not long ago and she had told me. He had said that he wished he had realized how much he loved Skyler sooner, and saved her the pain she had gone through.

"Maybe you're right," said Skyler after a moment, "But how do I get him to stop worrying."

"Just show him how much you love him, and how happy his love makes you," I said confidently.

"It makes you wonder doesn't," said Skyler mildly.

"Wonder what?" I asked.

"Whether were really wise or just super dull," said Skyler smiling.

"I guess it's just another one of those thin lines huh," I said.

"They do seem to be everywhere don't they," she said smiling.

After that we walked in silence for a few more minutes until I spoke up.

"Is it worth it?" I asked hesitantly.

Skyler's only response was to tilt her head inquisitively.

"All the waiting, and pain, and heartache, is love really worth it?"

"More then can even be put into words," said Skyler happily.


A couple of hours had passed since my talk with Skyler, and I was already starting to feel a little better.

All in all I guess I couldn't really complain, I could still walk, I was still alive, and I still had Mew.

Of course I also still had Darkria to contend with…

Three days ago…

Your father died as he lived, said Darkria, Protecting those he loved. When your father died he took the secret of your birth to his grave, insuring safety for you and your mother. It was only a cruel twist of fate that your mother died the way she did; yet somehow you still weren't left on your own. I don't know who but someone's been watching over you, ever since the day of your birth. Hiding you, keeping you a secret, and keeping you alive.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, positive that the only one who ever fended for me as a child was me.

From what I've gleamed you lived in a foster home for almost ten years until you decided to run away. Naturally almost immediately after you ran away you ran into to some trouble, a rampaging Tyrannitar I was led to believe.

"Ya that's when I met Mew, what about it," I asked.

Didn't you ever think that encounter was a little too coincidental? How rarely are Ancients encountered, how many of them would have helped a human against a Pokémon, and how many of those would take a human child under their wing, and on top of all this to meet such an ancient right in your moment of need.

"I don't know I never really thought about it," I said shrugging my shoulders, "I guess I just assumed I got lucky".

Boy, how many times in your life have you been lucky.

I had to admit he had a point.

"Ok, but what does that matter?" I asked.

It matters because if someone's looking out for you then they must been a friend of your fathers and any friend of your fathers is a friend of ours.

"You say ours like were together, I haven't decided if I believe you or not."

Well you better figure it out quick, because if noon finds out that I've made contact with you we're both dead.

"So you're telling me that you've put me in danger?" I asked dryly.

Whole worlds in danger boy, I'm offering you the chance to decide your own fate.

"I'll have to think about it," I said still indecisive.

Fine I can understand that, just don't take too long we're not exactly made of time. I'll be back here in this alleyway at midnight in four days time if you're not here I'll take it as you don't believe me, said Darkria reaching his hand out towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Giving you an alibi, he said, grinning evilly.

Present day…

The next thing I remember I was waking up in the hospital. I hadn't really understood what he had meant until I realized, that if they had found me awake they would have buried with hundreds of questions, none of which that I would have any answers too.

I was still a little undecided, but if I was honest with myself I think I was starting to believe what Darkria had told me. That was until I saw it.

Immediately upon seeing it I knew that it wasn't a normal Pokémon, but it wasn't quite an Ancient either it just didn't have that air about it.

It was a strange creature no doubt; it seemed much like what I'd expect a mix between a Mightyena and an Arcanine to look like. If it had white fur and two large angel wings sprouting out its back.

I stood there stunned as it made its way towards me; I had never seen anything like it.

Hello Twy my name is Noon, he said nodding his head in greeting.

He spoke in the same way as Darkria, it was kind of like half telepathy half speaking out loud to were you couldn't tell which it was.

The only difference was that where Darkria's was quite and harsh, Noon's voice was brighter and smooth almost like he was humming a tune as he spoke.

I stood in shock realizing that the creature before me was the one Darkria claimed was my father's murderer.

I had been mentally preparing myself for nearly every eventuality, but this was one I had not planned on.

Doubtless you've been told many unkind things about me, but I'd like you to consider the idea that I might not be the villain Darkria claims I am.

"And I suppose you want to tell me your side of the story," I say, attempting to cross my arms but unable lift my right.

I came in hopes that you would, he said nodding his head.

"Fine go ahead," I said sitting on the grass floor.

Well first I think it would be best if you told me what web of deception Darkria is spinning this time, he said settling down across from me. I told him everything Darkria had told me apart from were to meet him.

When I finished Noon actually began to laugh, it was an echoing happy sound that seemed to reverberate throughout everything.

Well that certainly is an interesting fiction, said Noon when he had finally calmed down.

I suddenly felt really stupid for believing Darkria's lies, the way Noon talked about them made it sound like a story from a child's fairytale book.

Now would you like me to tell you the real story, asked Noon and I nodded my head.

Are you sure it's not something that you need to know this isn't your fight; it is… an unhappy tail to say the least.

"I think I need to know," I said knowing that I would regret not finding out the truth.

Very well, said Noon, then I shall tell you. While I will not deny that your father and Darkria were friends, I can say that this only served to make it all the more tragic when he betrayed him.

Long ago there was upset in the land, the world was at war with itself and we were trying desperately to put a stop to it. During this time we were vulnerable tired and exhausted, spread thin across the world, even we have our limits.

Darkria saw this time as an opportunity to seize power. He knew that with enough followers he could topple The Guardians of Time and make the world his and his alone. When he tried to persuade your father he was confident that he would agree, his argument was that with that kind of power they could create the kind of world they wanted to, a world with no famine or war, a world of peace.

A lesser creature would have been swayed by Darkria's arguments, but your father had a stronger will then Darkria had anticipated. He refused Darkria's offer and threatened to go against him if he was to go through with this foolishness.

Darkria knew that your father meant what he said, and he couldn't his plan getting out before he was ready, so while your father's back was turned he attacked him.

Again Darkria under estimated your father's will, and in the ensuing battle your father bested him.

Unconscious and no longer a threat, your father found that he couldn't bring himself to deliver the final blow to someone he had once called a friend. Fleeing the area he flew straight to your mother, I sometimes wonder if even then he already knew that he was dying.

Your mother wasn't well, the pregnancy was already taking its toll on her, her body wasn't made to handle having you. In his fight with Darkria your father had damaged his spine and just the shock alone should have been enough to stop him moving, but in the end he spent his last moments with the one he loved.

"So Darkria was the one who killed my father," I asked.

Maybe not on purpose, I don't think he meant for your father to die, but ultimately I believe him to be responsible for your fathers' death.

I stayed silent unsure of what to think of all this.

Now I know that I've given you a lot to think on so I will give you two days time and then I will return.

As he walked away I knew that right now I would have to make a decision I would either side with Noon or with Darkria. Both seemed to believe what they said yet both of them couldn't be telling the truth could they. Well I knew one thing; this was going to be hard.