Pokémon: Exodus (G)

Hello, here is a short Pokémon novella which I wrote, broken up into nine parts. The original idea came to me in high school, longer ago than I'd like to remember, and it germinated for a long time before I was finally able to put it into words. I hope that you enjoy this revised edition of a story very dear to my heart, Exodus.

Pokémon: Exodus
Chapter One
"Bye, daddy!" Katarina Zawadzki called over her shoulder brightly as she opened the door. "I'll be home in a few hours!"

The blonde-haired girl did not get her first foot over the threshold when a heavy hand materialized from behind her head and held the door open. Attached to it was her father, his face stern and strewn with a generous dusting of black stubble. "Hold on there, Kat," he said laconically. "Tell me where you're going and for how long." She began to speak, but he interrupted Katarina to say, "Slowly, please."

It took a conscious effort for Katarina to stop the words from flooding out of her mouth, but she managed it. "I'm going to go on a walk and have a picnic by the river, remember?" she said. "Down by the McGintry's farm." She had thought that it would be harder, lying to her father like this, but after spending an hour practicing in front of the mirror last night it came so easily that it was almost frightening. In an effort to bolster her credibility, Katarina held up her picnic basket for him to look into and said, "See?" Sure enough, there were sandwiches, fruit, and other foodstuffs inside of it.

Katarina's dad dutifully looked inside the basket and nodded. "Seems like a lot of food, Kat."

"Well, I'm going to be working up an appetite with the walk, right?"

"I suppose that's true. And what's in the backpack? It looks heavy."

There was another question that Katarina had prepared for. "It's just a blanket for the picnic, and don't worry, daddy, I'll wash it when I get home. Promise!"

Her dad seemed to accept that answer as well, and he scratched his chin idly. "And you'll be back in time for supper?"

"Of course!" chirped Katarina even as, under the cover of her shoes, she crossed the first two toes on both of her feet.

"I guess it's all right then," he said and the smile plastered on Katarina's face became genuine. Her father bent over to give her a hug and a kiss and she pulled away from his scratchy cheeks.

"Thanks, daddy," she said and then, rather than risk her parent changing his mind, she was hurrying off towards the road that ran by their farm in a blissful and unconscious combination of running and skipping that only a ten-year-old overflowing with delight could achieve, with her heavy picnic basket flying wildly in the gentle wind of a perfect early summer morning.

The euphoria had dimmed, but only slightly, by the time that she reached the dirt road and Katarina took a chance to look back at the single-story farmhouse that had been her home all her life. It was not the most attractive building, with its sagging roof that leaked when it rained and the unfinished paint job that left two-thirds of the domicile's red surface noticeably more faded and dirtied by the elements. She was going to be away from her home for longer than ever before and farther away too – if everything went smoothly. If it didn't, Katarina knew that she would really catch hell from her mom and dad.

But she had assessed the risks and the rewards, and, to her, this was the obvious choice. Even though she had had to lie and even though she was not sure exactly what lay ahead of her, Katarina knew that it was worth it all for the prize at the end.

Her own pokémon partner… The thought alone made Katarina brim with excitement and wrap her arms around herself. Her memories of home were pushed out of her mind by the bright future that her young brain was dreaming up. Katarina turned her back on the farmhouse and started off down the road with a spring in her step and whistling a half-remembered tune.

Last night, while she had been washing dishes after dinner, Katarina had been listening in to her father's radio. Sometimes her parents let her listen to music or programs designed for children, but most of the time when her parents turned it on, especially when her dad did it, it was to listen to the news. If Katarina had had any better alternative to the announcer droning on about current events than staring at soap bubbles, she would have taken it in a heartbeat, but she did not and so Katarina had found herself hearing about what was happening in the Tinko region.

In the eyes of most people, both abroad and in other parts of the country, Tinko was an insignificant backwater, but it had proven important enough in one way. Professor Samuel Oak, the world-renowned pokémon expert, was visiting the region from the mainland. Even an adolescent farm girl knew his name and knew that he was famous for giving pokémon partners to children whose parents could not afford the licenses and other fees. Children like her. Katarina wasn't stupid; she knew that she was poor. So, when the newsman on the radio said that Professor Oak was going to be in Tinko City for a week, her ears perked up. The announcer had also said that there was no way of knowing when he would be coming back.

Before she had put the last dish away, Katarina had made up her mind. She went from the kitchen to the bookshelf in the sitting room and pulled out the faded encyclopedia volume that her father had gotten at a swap meet. Then, Katarina had taken the book into her room, sat on her bed, and opened it up to a page showing a map of the Tinko region. With her pointer finger, Katarina had traced a line from about where her family lived to the capital city on the eastern coast. It didn't seem very far at all. According to the key on the side of the map, there was about one-hundred miles between the two points. That seemed like a lot, but Katarina ran her finger on the surface of the page again and watched it finish its journey in no time at all. To cover that distance in a week, Katarina would have to walk about fifteen miles a day.

Thinking about the distance in that way did not make it seem easy, but it did make it seem easier. That was all the encouragement that Katarina needed in order to seize upon her idea and try and turn it into reality. With only a second's hesitation, Katarina had torn out the page of the encyclopedia with the map of Tinko and winced at how loud the sound of tearing seemed to her ears. But neither of her parents came to investigate, so Katarina had continued with her preparations. For the rest of the night, Katarina had packed up clothes and made some sandwiches and other food. When her parents had asked what she was doing, she had sweetly spun a story about going on a picnic and then had gone back to her work.

By the time she had to go to bed, Katarina had convinced herself that she was physically ready for the week ahead. All the preparation that was left was in her head. She would be running away from home for a week, but when she came back with a pokémon without her parents having to go bankrupt in the process, they would surely be overjoyed. Although Katarina had told herself that her mind was made up, she still had had trouble falling asleep.

Now, however, as she breathed in the clean country air and saw the land spread out before her, the confidence that Katarina had felt when she had first seized upon the idea of meeting Professor Oak was back in full force. The morning sun was high in the sky and Katarina had no doubts that she would complete her trek. Her imagination was already conjuring up images of what awaited her at Tinko City. What would Professor Oak be like, and, more importantly, what kind of pokémon would he give her? Katarina's head reeled with the possibilities.

The happy thoughts kept Katarina going for the rest of the morning. Even though her eclectic skipping and running had petered out not long after she had set out, Katarina was still walking at a fairly brisk pace. She was making good time, too: Katarina could already make out the river that separated the edge of the McGintry family's land from the next farm over and the small wooden bridge that crossed the narrow stream. Without warning, Katarina felt the breath hitch in her chest and her backpack and picnic basket feel suddenly heavy. She had never been this far east before. The McGintry's were neighbors, to be sure, but she had passed their own single-story farmhouse fifteen minutes ago. It occurred to her that she could spread her blanket across any part of the grass that separated the dirt road from the carefully cultivated fields that were the source of the McGintry family's livelihood, have a picnic, and simply go home. If she would only do that, then she would not have lied to her dad.

On the other hand, if she went back, she might never get a chance like this ever again.

That settled it for her. Katarina took a deep breath and took a step forward. Then, she heard a sound some distance behind her and turned around to see what it was. To her horror, the McGintry's pet growlithe had woken up from its nap and was now barking wildly and straining against the simple rope that tied it to the tree in front of their barn.

Katarina could not make out the details with her unaided eyes, but her fearful imagination filled in all of the blanks. She could picture the round face of Mr. McGintry stepping outside to see what all of the commotion was about, squinting and raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, spying her and then waving her over. In this area of the countryside and at this time of day, there would only be one ten-year-old girl walking along the road by herself. Katarina had no doubt that she would be invited inside and Mr. McGintry would ask her questions, and for some reason lying to a neighbor struck her as a more harrowing prospect than doing it to her father.

All of that flashed through Katarina's mind in an instant and she took off at a full sprint off of the path and into the field of waving wheat on the opposite side of the road from the farmhouse. Katarina thought that she could barely hear the farmhouse door open over the blood pounding in her ears. Her picnic basket was slamming against her as she ran, but the annoying sensation of wicker smacking against the bare skin of her leg was forgotten when Katarina stumbled and fell just after she cleared the edge of the waving wheat field, skinning her knee as she came to an abrupt halt.

Fueled by anxiety, Katarina hardly noticed the injury and she crawled forward, moving deeper into the shelter of the wheat stalks. She was careful, but her best efforts didn't stop Katarina from damaging some of the plants and she winced at each broken stalk. After the third time that this happened, Katarina stopped and listened, waiting to hear more shouting, the barking of the McGintry's growlithe, or even a gunshot, but then she realized how ridiculous this whole situation was. She was running scared from the nice man who had been her neighbor her whole life!

Still, even though her conscious mind knew how silly it was, Katarina didn't stand up, her head and shoulders easily clearing the field's height, and walk over to the McGintry's home to explain everything. Instead, she moved into a sitting position and caught her breath in the gold-tinted shade of the waving wheat. The color of the field's rolling surface matched Katarina's long braided hair almost perfectly, and even though she was sure, absolutely sure, that she was not in any danger, this small degree of camouflage brought her some comfort.

The bright summer sun was almost directly overhead, so Katarina decided that no was as good a time as any to break for lunch. She pulled off her backpack and brought out the blanket that she had packed, spreading its red and black checkered pattern as best she could across a section of the field that was wedged between well-spaced rows of wheat. A few more stalks were broken in the process, but soon Katarina had laid out a small meal for herself. With how much walking she had done this morning, it took no small effort on her part to limit herself, but she had to try and make the food she had packed last for seven days.

It was nice and quiet in the shade offered by the wheat field, and Katarina could appreciate it a lot more now that she was not scared. As she slowly chewed a mouthful of bread, cheese, and meat, she went so far as to congratulate herself for her quick thinking and marked the whole half-imagined incident as the first triumph of many that she would encounter on her journey eastward. Such was the mind of an excitable young girl setting out on the first proper adventure of her life.

After she had finished her meal, Katarina carefully replaced the wax paper that she had wrapped her sandwich in inside of her basket and folded up the picnic blanket and stowed it in her backpack. Although the weight of her meal was negligible, to Katarina her basket felt half as light as it did before and she set off on her quest with a renewed sense of purpose.

Soon, Katarina crossed through the crop of wheat to the side closest to the river. The sun was beating down on her, and she had emptied her flask with her noon meal. It would be a relief to replenish her supplies and have a drink from the vivid blue stream that bisected her path. There was no sign of Mr. McGintry or his growlithe, so Katarina stepped back onto the dirt road in order to ford the river over the wooden footbridge that she had spied half-an-hour earlier.

It was not an impressive structure, by any means, sitting just a foot over the calmly yet persistently flowing water underneath, but it did represent a threshold of sorts between the world that Katarina knew and the one she did not. As such, the young girl felt compelled to stop halfway across its wooden surface and look back at all that she was leaving behind. It was not an act motivated by any hesitation, but solely out of sentiment. Katarina wanted to document this moment, that was all, and when she had seen whatever it was that she wished to see, she turned back around and marched promptly over the river and the adventure that awaited her there.

On the other side of the bridge, Katarina stepped down to the bank of the river to where a cluster of tall reeds were growing and knelt down by the water. First her hands and then her canteen scooped up deliciously cool water as Katarina eagerly slaked her thirst. She allowed herself just a few minutes to relish the summer afternoon, but then forced herself out of her reverie and back to the task at hand. She still had miles to go before she could reach her goal for the day.

Katarina started back on the dirt road and continued heading east. For the next two hours, she did not sing, whistle, or make any other kind of conscious sound. Instead, Katarina was content with simply taking in the new sights of a part of the world yet unseen to her. Much of it was nothing new, farm fields and rolling hills, save for the undeniable fact that all of these landmarks were completely new to her. No matter how physically similar these new horizons were to the ones that Katarina had known all her life, she found herself taking them in with new eyes and a newfound sense of appreciation.

Even without her voice adding to it, there was a sort of choir in the air around Katarina as she pressed forward. Birdsong and the fading sound of the river melded with the decidedly unnatural sound of the whistles of distant trains going on errands that Katarina was happy to only guess at. Time did not exactly fly by, but Katarina did not mourn its passing.

Her pace only slowed as she saw that the path that she was on was growing rougher in the distance. It was becoming overgrown with small weedy plants that were colonizing the dirt road from the nearby forest which loomed over either side of the road and cast lengthening shadows with the assistance of the slowly setting sun. There were woods closer to Katarina's home to be sure, but those were much smaller and were bright and welcoming places where her dad could find some wild game and she and her mother could go hunting for berries or mushrooms. The forest that seemed to glower at her from beyond the dirt path, by contrast, was a dark collection of trees growing thickly together. Katarina could not see through to the other side of the forest, and this made her anxious.

This uneasiness grew as Katarina drew closer to the forest and her progress began to slow until she was inching along reluctantly. How many bedtime stories and fairytales had she heard, often by fervent request, where monsters living in the woods gobbled up wayward travelers, especially children? In fact, in a few of them, the trees were the monsters! Looking at the eagerly outstretching, grasping arms of the trees with bark so dark that they were nearly black, it was not hard for Katarina to picture the forest snatching her up like something out of a nightmare. She came to a stop a few yards from where the path bent and became undeniably and unbearably close to the forest.

Somewhere along the way, the birds had ceased singing and the sounds of the river had long since faded away, though when exactly these changes had happened Katarina could not hope to say. There were no train whistles either. Instead, the wind whistling through the branches of the trees was the only sound Katarina could hear except for the sound of her own breathing. The quiet sounded painfully loud to her ears now.

Then, Katarina shook her head defiantly. How could she be frightened of a collection of trees? If she had seen one tree, she would not have been afraid, and if she had seen a dozen that would not have scared her either. So why should a hundred, or a thousand of them scare her? Besides, she added to herself, it was still daytime. Anyone who knew anything knew that the worst things in those old stories and fairytales happened when the sun went down.

She was not a baby or some ignorant peasant girl, Katarina decided, but a confident young woman on a mission. Superstitions and fears were just excuses for inaction! Katarina took a deep breath, puffed out her chest, and strode boldly into the shadowed path before her.

Her reward was to be party to a sudden violent collision that sent Katarina sprawling halfway off of the road and into the weeds and wildflowers off of its side. She caught a flash of something purple- and cream-colored darting past her and vanish into the deep underbrush of the forest on the side of the path into which she had fallen.

There was not a lot of time to think about the departed creature, because there was another one standing on the dirt road. This one was a lot bigger, and it was clear to Katarina that her current state was its responsibility. Still, she counted herself lucky that she had only gotten some bruises and dirtied clothes from the collision since the pokémon standing on the dirt road was covered in sharp spikes that seemed to radiate in every direction. Its bright pink coloration warned Katarina and any would-be predators in no uncertain terms that those spines were poisonous. It was muttering to itself in a low huffing voice, and Katarina strained forward to try and make out its words.

Apparently, that was the wrong move to make because the pokémon suddenly turned towards her and Katarina nearly went cross-eyed staring at the wicked-looking horn coming out of its forehead and pointing right at her. "Hey, you! Human!" the pokémon barked at her and Katarina could swear that she was feeling her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. She did not say anything, and so the pokémon continued talking at her, "I almost had that rattata! You lost me my dinner! Do you understand what that means?"

"Ah, I'm, uh, sorry, Mr. Pokémon," said Katarina quietly but politely. She was trying to call upon her feelings of strength and confidence from earlier in the day, but too much of her focus was on the pink-skinned pokémon's horn as it swayed around with the movements of its clearly-agitated owner.

"I don't care if you're sorry!" snapped the pokémon, but despite its harsh words it had a cruel-looking smile on its face. "I need something to eat!"

The pokémon strode towards Katarina and she let out a small scream, "Please don't eat me!"

"Don't be stupid! You humans never leave home without something to eat! Give it to me!" The pokémon had stopped its advance to speak, but the reprieve was only temporary. It was sniffing the air eagerly as it drew nearer. "Yes, I can smell it. Nothing as warm and satisfying as freshly caught rattata, but it will do in a pinch!"

Katarina shrunk back in fear and closed her eyes tight as she felt her tormentor's warm, rank breath waft towards her. But before the pokémon could finish approaching her, a voice rang out from further down the road, near where the dirt path turned a corner and continued out of sight.

"Stop menacing that poor girl," the voice said. It sounded firm but raspy, as though its owner had not used it in a long time. "What kind of pokémon are you to be acting this way?"

Katarina opened her eyes only to stare agog at this new arrival. It was another pokémon, a smaller one with a body shaped more in line with a human's. It was covered in brown scales and stood upright on small but muscular legs balanced by a tail, and it held a white club in one hand, or was it a paw?, that caught and reflected the rays of the dying afternoon sun. Its most striking feature, however, was that the pokémon's head was almost completely obscured by a skull that gleamed in the same way as its weapon, and Katarina realized that they must be made out of the same material: bone. Her potential savior did not look particularly reassuring clad in bone, but Katarina was not willing to look a gift ponyta in the mouth just yet.

"And what kind of pokémon are you?" sneered the larger creature as it turned around to face this challenge. "A domesticated whelp who will roll over and beg for some morsel from your master?"

Behind its mask made out of bone, Katarina could see the other pokémon's dark eyes narrow. "I have no master," he growled, and Katarina was surprised to hear how deep and authoritative he sounded.

Even the larger pokémon seemed to take notice, and it swayed a little bit on its feet, unsure exactly what course of action to take. The stare-down between the two pokémon did not last long before the bigger one's more aggressive instincts took hold and it charged forward, leading with its deadly horn.

"Watch out!" Katarina cried, but her warning seemed entirely superfluous. The smaller pokémon did not dodge the attack so much as he danced out of its way and, with a single fluid move slammed the head of his bone club into his attacker's side.

The pink pokémon roared in a combination of pain and frustration and it spun around to jab and swipe at its enemy with its horn. Katarina's champion, as she had already starting thinking of him, parried the blows with glancing strikes of his own weapon. It was an effective defense when it came to avoiding injury, but the larger pokémon was still using its superior size and weight to push its enemy off of the road and toward the cloying undergrowth of the forest where it would be much harder for him to maneuver.

Both Katarina and her champion could see that this was what the larger pokémon was doing, but with the former still on the ground and the latter needing all of his strength to ward off an enemy whose every attack could prove fatal, neither of them could think of a way to break the cycle before it would be too late.

The small but valiant pokémon spoke and Katarina could hear the strain in his baritone voice as he continued to deflect the relentless thrusts of his foe's horn. "Run, human!" he said through gritted teeth. "Run as fast as you can!"

"Yes, little human," the other pokémon said, only it made the word "human" into a vile insult, "run on home! Run and leave your food behind! I'm working up quite an appetite dealing with your friend here!"

Katarina stood up and absentmindedly brushed off some of the dirt and leaves that she had landed on when she fell from her clothes and legs. "I can't go home," she said quietly, more to herself than to either of the pokémon locked in combat, "not yet." The young girl took a shaky step towards the dirt road, but her next one was more confident, and the one after that was stronger still. "I can't go home without a pokémon. Otherwise it'll all be for nothing." She swung her basket in her hand carefully. It was still mostly full of sandwiches and fruit, and she felt its weight tug at her arm at each end of its arc.

"Eh? What are you blathering on about?" asked the pink pokémon without looking at her. It reared back on its hind legs in order to bring its full weight down for a final attack, but then it caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of its eye. The brutal creature broke its concentration to look over at the sudden movement, only to realize too late that it was the human girl, Katarina, charging straight at it.

With awkward movements of its stubby legs, the aggressive pokémon tried to maneuver itself to face this new threat, but its efforts were complicated by the other pokémon, Katarina's champion. Tired but still not defeated, the smaller pokémon took every advantage of the distraction which with Katarina was providing him to hammer blow after blow on his foe's body with his heavy bone-white club.

He was soon joined by none other than Katarina herself, and the girl began whacking the beast from the woods over and over again with the wicker picnic basket she was carrying. Under this two-pronged attack, the larger pokémon found itself retreating, backing away from the underbrush and towards the dirt road, not out of any conscious strategy but rather out of a simple instinctual aversion to pain.

The spike-covered pokémon was mean but it knew enough to see that it had underestimated its prey and her unexpected ally. It knew that it would have to escape in order to fight another day. But that did not mean that it had to run away without getting something for its troubles. It did its best to ignore the attacks of the other pokémon and instead watched for the next approach of Katarina's thoroughly abused basket. When it came at him next, the pokémon let out a savage cry of triumph and skewered the basket handily with the horn emanating out of its forehead. The next part of the savage pokémon's plan was to charge, barreling past both of its enemies to the woods and safety with whatever food the human had carried as its prize.

As it turned out, its plan was to be cut short by a single lucky strike by the weapon of Katrina's champion. Hissing through the air perpendicularly to one of the larger creature's sizable ears, the bone club struck true at the base of the long, but thin, horn and broke it off with a resounding crack. With that the basket, with the horn inside of it, fell to the ground dully and the injured pokémon stared at it in dull surprise before turning on its heels and fleeing as quickly as it could into the woods with a long mournful howl of pain and humiliation.

Katarina and her champion stood silently, basking in their victory and catching their breath. She was the first to break the silence, extending a hand to the diminutive pokémon. "Thank you," she said, but the words did not sound like enough to her ears, so she added, "for your help."

He looked at Katarina's hand and, after the barest hesitation, took it. "It was my pleasure, young lady."

"Katarina," she offered.

"And I am called Exo."

She did not know what to say next, so Katarina stooped to the ground to examine the basket full of food that she had almost lost. She opened it up and dropped it suddenly. The horn of the pokémon which had attacked her was not only still inside, but was leaking some sinister-looking purple substance that was trickling all over the food as well. The pokémon named Exo walked around to examine the basket and gingerly dug inside of its contents with his club.

"Nidorino venom," he said simply. "Very deadly. You would get sick, or worse, if you ate anything in there."

Katarina nodded dumbly through Exo's explanation. When he was finished, she said, "That was most of the food I had packed. How am I supposed to make it to Tinko City now?"

The pokémon looked up at her inscrutably and asked, "You are going all the way to Tinko City? By yourself?" When Katarina nodded, Exo continued, "Striking out on your own without pokémon or family to help you is very…" He paused and seemed to be taking a measure of Katarina's countenance. "Brave."

"You don't have to be nice," Katarina said. "You can be honest. It's stupid, thoughtless, bone-headed…"

"Watch it," said Exo, and even though there was no hint of jest in his voice, Katarina still laughed a little bit at his taking offense, a light and airy sound. She had started walking and he was following her, only to ask, "This is not the direction that you came from. Does that mean that you are not going home?"

"No, I'm not. Even if I have to go for a couple of days without eating, I told myself that I was not going to return home without a pokémon and that's what I intend to do." An idea seemed to strike her and she looked at Exo, sizing him up. "Say, you're a pokémon, aren't you, Exo?"

He looked back at her gravely. "Sorry, but it is as I said to the nidorino earlier. I know no master, human or pokémon." She looked downcast and they walked along a little further before Exo spoke again, carefully parsing out each word, "I could escort you to the next village at least. It would not be safe to leave you walking alone with that nidorino still out there."

"Oh, thank you!" Katarina said with a clap of her hands. "Will it be far?"

"We may have to make camp for the night, but then we will reach the village early in the morning." She was about to start down the road, but Exo did not follow her. Katarina looked at him and he explained, "We cannot leave that poisoned food out where any unsuspecting pokémon can get to it. We will have to bury it."

Katarina did her best not to grumble about the work, and with the two of them working together, they soon had excavated a small hole in the ground just inside of the bounds of the woods. Since it was her food that was contaminated, Katarina had the responsibility of lowering the battered basket into the earth. She set it down and looked at it blankly. "I feel like I should say something," she said.

"What?"

"Never mind." The pair then buried the basket without a word passing between them and started walking down the road together.

Chapter Two
Katarina awoke stiffly with the early rising of the summer sun. It took her a few seconds to acclimate herself to her surroundings, but the events of the past day soon came rushing back to her. After he had rescued her, the pokémon who had helped her had walked with her for a few hours more, and the pair soon straying off of the well-worn dirt road. The lengthening shadows of the trees as the sun sunk towards the horizon had made Katarina uneasy, so to ward off her fears, she had begun to talk at length. At first, she had asked Exo about himself, but since she had not been able to get much out of the pokémon aside from the fact that he was a cubone, Katarina had filled the silence by talking about herself. That had gotten them past the edge of the dark forest, but it was still a long way to the nearest village, so they had continued in relative silence until they had been forced to set up camp on the low rolling plains.

Even with only the blanket she had used for her picnic as a bed and her backpack for a pillow, Katarina had fallen asleep almost as soon as she had lowered her head to the earth. She had not seen Exo go to sleep, and this morning he was either already or still awake in the same position when she awoke. When he saw that she was up, the cubone said in his usual gruff voice, "Let's go."

The small brown-scaled creature rose up off of his haunches and started to walk in a northeasterly direction. "Wait!" called Katarina after Exo as she clumsily sprung to her feet and followed after him. When she was finally walking in parallel with him, she asked, "What about breakfast?"

"You can eat while we walk."

"Eat what? I've got hardly any food left because of that poisonous pokémon yesterday!"

Exo lifted up his gleaming-white club which he had been using as a walking stick and gestured ahead of them. "I scouted ahead while you were sleeping. There is a grove of bushes with wild berries about halfway between our camp and the village. You can pick something to eat while you walk."

Katarina grumbled under her breath, but mostly kept her complaints to herself. Yesterday, she had enjoyed a gentle start to her journey, complete with a warm homemade breakfast. Today, by contrast, Exo pushed both of them hard and pressed forward with surprising speed given his diminutive stature. Katarina's legs were soon sore and her stomach was growling fiercely by the time that the two of them reached a small grove of bushes that sported a fair variety of berries. Katarina picked a bit of everything for herself, sometimes going out of her way or doubling back to investigate a bush that she thought looked particularly inviting. By contrast, Exo simply grabbed some berries off of whatever bush he passed on the straight line that he was forging through the wilderness. On more than one occasion, Katarina had to rush to catch up with him, but the break-up of the monotonous march was worth the strain in her opinion.

After this impromptu meal, the morning passed by slowly and in silence save for the rare update on their progress from Exo, invariably delivered using as few words as necessary. Yesterday morning, Katarina had been able to easily walk for long bouts without saying a word, but today was different. The quietude was much more stifling for her since it was being implicitly imposed on her by her companion's refusal to engage with her.

When they neared the village, Katarina's heart leapt. Not only was it a clear milestone on her journey to Tinko City and Professor Oak and a chance to stock up on some food for the rest of the trip, but she would have the opportunity to talk with someone, anyone, else. Trailing after Exo, she climbed a grassy ridge and saw over its top a welcoming collection of single-story buildings spread out around a central square. The most impressive was the church, of course, but Katarina thought that she could also make out a few professional services and homes. There were also a few smaller stalls set up for some sort of local market.

Katarina took in all of these details excitedly. By contrast, Exo the cubone's single comment about the community below them was, "There it is." Then he carefully made his way down the other side of the sloping hill and continued towards the village.

"Have you been here before?" asked Katarina as she followed after her guide.

"A few times," answered Exo begrudgingly.

When she realized that was all that she was going to get as an answer to that particular question, Katarina followed up with another one, "What's it called?"

"Brookdale," said Exo without even sparing a look backwards at her.

Katarina quietly repeated the name to herself a few times. She was not sure if a village of this size would show up on her map, but if it did, or if she asked someone for help approximating the village's location, then she would have an idea of how far she had come over the past day and a half. "Brookdale," she said one final time with a smile and then turned to Exo. "What do you want to do first?" Katarina asked him.

He did not answer her, but instead kept walking. Katarina did her best to stare holes through the back of the skull that Exo wore as a helmet, and was rewarded with a heavy sigh from her travel companion. Exo said, "I said that I would escort you to the nearest settlement. Now that we are here, you are safe."

"Wait! We're not there yet!"

For a moment, Exo deigned to spare a look back at Katarina, but then he said, "Close enough," and continued walking towards the village.

Katarina wracked her brain for something that she could say to change the standoffish pokémon's mind, but without success. But even if words failed her, the girl still seized upon the rudiments of a plan. "What are you going to do here in Brookdale?" she asked Exo sweetly.

There was a momentary hitch in the cubone's steps, but he answered coolly enough, "I am only passing through."

She nodded noncommittally at his answer, but Katarina kept shadowing Exo as they reached the bottom of the hill and the two of them passed by some of the scattered homes that had established themselves on the outskirts of the village and finally entered Brookdale proper. After they were within the village, at various intervals Exo slowed or stopped but Katarina matched those changes of pace and never passed him. After the fourth time that this happened, Exo finally turned around and asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Walking," said Katarina with exaggerated innocence. "I suppose that we're just going to the same place."

Exo's eyes narrowed and he said evenly, "And where would that be?" He stood as motionless as a statue and watched the girl fumble for an answer.

The show did not last for long. Katarina was distracted by something in the air and was taking greedy sniffs with her little nose. "Do you smell that?" she asked.

"No."

Ignoring the curtness in Exo's answer, Katarina said, "It smells like food. Good food too! Come on, aren't you hungry? Those berries were good, but they weren't very filling."

"Maybe not," admitted Exo reluctantly after a long pause.

"Then let's go!" Katarina grabbed one of Exo's paws and started dragging him toward the source of the smells.

Exo grumbled something that Katarina did not hear, but he let the girl lead him until they came to a cozy-looking building with a wooden façade and mismatched sets of tables and chairs arranged in front of it. A few men and pokémon were seated there, drinking from glasses with condensation gathered enticingly on the side and served by a harried-looking tangela. The pokémon's blue-green vines were outstretched in every direction to clean off tables, refill drinks, and to take payment, and the poor waiter's eyes were darting wildly as it worked to please every single one of its customers.

After it had finished dealing out the beverages on its serving tray, the tangela took note of the new arrivals. "Table for two?" he asked in a burbling voice that both Katarina and Exo had to strain to understand, muffled as it was by the mess of vines that hung in front of his mouth and all over his body.

"Yes, please!" said Katarina after she had deciphered the tangela's speech and she followed the pokémon after he said something that had sounded to her ears like "right this way". She was still holding onto Exo's paw, but he was curious enough that Katarina did not have to drag him through the open set of double doors and inside of the building.

The exterior of the restaurant had been interesting enough to Katarina, but inside she found even more things to delight her senses. There was still the smell of cooking food, but now it was suffused with smells of smoke and wood that made her feel like the guest in the home of an old friend. Along with a bar and a door to the kitchen, there were also more of the tables and chairs, all made out of wood and of different designs, but they were interesting enough that Katarina was willing to overlook the lack of coherency. The most thrilling thing to the girl, however, was the pokémon, she was not sure what species it was, seated at a piano and plinking out an up-tempo rendition of some children's song. When Exo and her stepped inside, the smiling, pink-faced pokémon with wild blue hair sticking out on either side of its head spun around in its chair and waved at them without saying a word while the piano kept playing, even without its fingers touching the keys.

"Exo, look!" said Katarina excitedly, but it was obvious that the cubone did not share her enthusiasm. He was scanning the room slowly and methodically, and only agreed to come further inside the restaurant after he had scoped out every inch of it for possible threats and exits.

The tangela led them to a table near enough to the doors that they got a nice bit of breeze and pulled out their chairs for them with two vines that extended from his body. While he was doing this, more of the tangela's appendages distended and the waiter provided a glass and a small menu each for Katarina and Exo. Then he mumbled something that could have been, "Your water will be here shortly," retracted his vines back into the tangled mess of his body, and waddled away to check on the other customers.

"Isn't this place great?"

Exo did not say anything in reply but instead looked at his empty glass skeptically. His stoicism could not deter the girl, however, and she looked at her menu with a wide smile on her face. For the first time since she had left home, she was going to have a nice warm meal.

"What looks good to you?"

"What do you mean?" Exo asked. Katarina started to tell him what the different items on the menu were, but they were interrupted by the arrival of their water.

It was sloshing over the side of a large pitcher and being carried by a gangly boy a few years younger than Katarina. He was grimacing in concentration and only relaxed when he set the water on the table, splashing the surface and the menus and earning a small cry of displeasure from Katarina. After he caught his breath, the boy hefted the pitcher up again and sloppily filled Katarina and Exo's glasses.

Exo took it all in stride, saying, "Thank you," in a monotone.

"What'll it be?" the boy asked brusquely.

After sparing a glance at her companion, who still looked profoundly disinterested in the entire restaurant experience, Katarina said, "We'll have the stew, please."

"Two stews. Got it." Then the boy hurried off and disappeared into the restaurant's kitchen. He reappeared a few minutes later with two bowls filled to the brim with broth and with chunks of vegetable, meat, and potato floating enticingly in it. As he neared the table, both Katarina and Exo edged away from the boy, which turned out to be quite wise since the steaming hot stew splattered over the sides and spilled dangerously close to where they had been sitting just moments before.

Fortunately, the rest of the meal passed without incident. After Katarina overcame his initial reluctance and Exo tried the stew, even he had to admit that it was quite delicious. She had a hard time getting much more out of him than that concession, so they ate quietly and took in the sights and smells of a restaurant entering its busy midday hours. If she did not have somewhere to be going, Katarina would not have minded spending a few hours just resting her tired feet and enjoying the homey atmosphere. But it was not only her desire to continue her journey that got Katarina moving again. There was also the matter of paying for the food that she and Exo had eaten.

The young boy came over the second that Katarina had set down her now-empty bowl and insisted, "You and your pokémon gotta pay up now. We need these seats for the lunch crowd."

"I'm not her-" started Exo, but Katarina delivered a well-aimed kick to the cubone under the table and finished for him, "He's not my pokémon, but my father's. I'll go get the money from him and be right back."

"I suppose that's all right," said the young boy even though suspicion was already creasing his forehead. "Be quick about it though!"

Never letting her smile falter, Katarina hopped off of her chair and motioned for Exo to do the same. The two of them walked out of the restaurant with Katarina leading the way. Once they were outside again, and out of earshot of the waiters, both human and pokémon, Katarina finally motioned for the cubone to speak, and he said, "I don't understand. Your father is in Brookdale?"

"No," Katarina said and then, after quickening her pace and heading to the center of the village, she explained, "I didn't bring any money! I didn't have any money to bring! We stole that meal!"

"You stole that food," said Exo evenly. "I was unaware of the situation."

With a small snort, Katarina fired back, "No one was forcing you to eat, and you weren't complaining about it either."

They walked a little further and Exo asked, "Why not explain the situation to the humans in charge? They cannot fault you for honesty."

"Maybe, but they can make me work for them to pay for the food that we ate, and I only have six days to get to Tinko City."

The girl and the pokémon were at the village square by then, and they saw that it was positively abuzz with small carts full of produce whose owners were raucously advertising to anyone within earshot. Piercing through that din, however, was the voice of a boy who had taken up a spot at the very center of the square. He looked to be about Katarina's age, if not a little older, and was dressed in an old gray army coat and cap that were both too big for him, but wouldn't be for too much longer. The boy was standing atop of an overturned crate and cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure that everyone knew that he was offering: "Excitement! Glory! Riches! All these things and more can be yours! All it takes is a bit of courage, a bit of luck, and a loyal pokémon at your side!"

A small circle of onlookers had gathered around the boy and he was clearly relishing the attention. "You there, sir! The man with the sandshrew! Wouldn't you like to go home from market today with some extra coins jingling in your pocket?"

"Oh, give it up, Spencer!" a man in the crowd shouted; Katarina could see that it was the same man who the boy had singled out. "Everyone in Brookdale is wise to your tricks by now!"

"You wound me so, Gerhard!" the boy cried and pressed his hands to his breast. "But no tricks, not today, no sir! And this is no mere game of chance either, Gerhard, but as true a test of skill as you could hope for. And the prize…" The boy, Spencer, closed his hand, and when he opened it again he was holding a brightly-polished silver coin in-between his thumb and pointer finger. "…is well worth it."

Katarina had made her way to the front of the boy's audience, with Exo not far behind her. She could see the excitement that the silver coin had awoken in the crowd, even on Gerhard's face, because she could feel it in herself. Still, although the hook was baited, no one was biting, yet.

Then, Spencer made the coin disappear through his fingers just as quickly as he had produced it and snapped his fingers. A small bird pokémon stepped awkwardly from behind of the box the boy was standing on. It had a proud bearing, haughtily tipping its head back like a show pokémon, and its plumage was a mixture of red for its wings, white for its body, and brown for its head and tail feathers.

"Hey, that's just a spearow!" exclaimed Katarina before she could stop herself. The same kind of bird pokémon was a common sight flying over her family farm and there were a few rough "scarerows" around the acreage to deter the spearow from stealing their crops. This one did not look particularly impressive, especially with one of its wings wrapped up in a white piece of cloth, and, instead of the species' customary glare, the best that this spearow could manage was to look sullenly at Katarina.

If Spencer was thrown off by this unexpected interjection, he gave no sign of it. "So it is, miss, so it is!" he called out more to the crowd than to Katarina. "Don't let his name fool you! Ace is just your garden-variety spearow, no different than the ones you might see any day while working in your fields!"

Some of the men were nodding unconsciously at that, but they still demurred until the man named Gerhard said, "I'm going to regret this, but tell me what your game is, Spencer, and I'll consider it."

"It's a simple game of fetch!" At his signal, Ace the spearow ducked back behind Spencer's makeshift platform and returned with a circle made out of wood that had been carefully woven together. "You and I will each have five rings to throw, and if your sandshrew can retrieve the ones that I throw before my Ace can bring me the ones that you throw, then you win the prize!"

Katarina and Exo beside her looked at Gerhard and his stocky pokémon. The sandshrew with its yellow armor on its back and stubby little limbs didn't look like it would be the best choice for this kind of challenge, but Gerhard had thick muscular arms from a lifetime of hard work. Katarina thought that he could probably throw one of those flimsy rings pretty far.

Evidently, the farmer thought so too because he handed off the reins of the ponyta pulling his cart to one of the other men in the crowd and pulled a small collection of coins made out of duller metals. "I'll take your wager, Spencer, because I'm sure even a scrawny little trickster like you can't beat me with a broken-down pokémon like that."

"Hey, I resent that remark!" cawed the spearow, but he was silenced by a darting glance and a hiss from Spencer.

To his audience, the boy said, "It's a wager, folks! Now, stand back, all of you! Trust me, you do not want to get in the way of these pokémon!" After the crowd had reluctantly taken a few steps backward and his spearow had hopped over to Gerhard to give him five of the wooden rings, Spencer tipped his army cap upwards at a jaunty angle and said to his opponent, "Ready, Gerhard?"

"You've got this, Buddy," the farmer said to his sandshrew, whose pointed face was not displaying the same level of confidence, but Gerhard ignored that and announced to Spencer, "We're ready!"

"Then, let's go!" shouted Spencer, and he threw his first ring a fair distance away. It landed between two farmers' carts and as quick as his pudgy little body could carry him, Buddy the sandshrew was waddling towards it.

Gerhard grinned and took his first ring in hand. He reeled his muscular arm back and swung it forward in a heavy arc. All of his power was behind that throw and he fully expected it to clear the roof of one of the houses that bordered the village square. Instead, there was a ruffle of wings and, quick as a flash, Ace the spearow had taken flight and seized the ring nary a yard from where it had left the farmer's hand, leaving his white bandage to flutter gently to the earth.

"What?" sputtered Gerhard. "You cheated! That pokémon's not injured at all!"

"I never said he was," said Spencer with a shrug that the spearow mimicked as soon as he had dropped off his pilfered ring at the boy's feet.

Gerhard could only sputter angrily, even when his sandshrew came trundling back over with a ring in its paws. The poor pokémon was oblivious to what was the cause of all of the commotion and looked from Gerhard to Spencer and back again fruitlessly.

"Want to give up?" asked Spencer in a voice that was suffused with good humor. As punctuation, he flicked his wrist and Buddy the sandshrew went ran off without a second thought. Then the boy presented the ring that he had pretended to throw with a grandiose flourish of his hand.

"Not on your life," grunted Gerhard through gritted teeth and he proceeded to see the competition to the bitter end. His misguided sandshrew completely forgotten, he threw two more of the rings in the same style as his first throw, but Ace the spearow plucked them out of the air just as easily as he had the first one. Gerhard tried something different with the last two rings and threw them in opposite directions at the same time. Ace grabbed the first one in his beak without any difficulty, and then spun his entire body around and beat his wings furiously to go after the second ring like a bullet fired from a gun. That one never touched the ground either, and the spearow returned to Spencer looking plenty proud of himself. By contrast, Buddy the sandshrew appeared not ten seconds later looking profoundly put out by his failure to locate his target.

As much as Gerhard blustered and complained, it was clear to the watching crowd who the winner was. The farmer reluctantly gave over a handful of coins to Spencer and said, "That's the last trick that you're going to pull on anyone around these parts. I'll make sure that everyone knows about you, Spencer. You'll have a mighty hard time finding anyone stupid enough to play one of your rigged games from now on."

"Excuse me," said Katarina as she stepped up to where Spencer and Gerhard were standing. "I'd like to give it a try."

A roil of emotions went across Spencer's face in an instant before he alighted on friendly dismissal. "Sorry, little lady," he said as he went back to counting his coins, "I don't want to ruin this lovely day for you by taking your money." The boy glanced up at Katarina and flashed a smile that was somewhere between charming and oily and added, "Although I bet you're plenty cute when you're mad."

"What?" asked Katarina as she blinked back her shock. "No, I mean it! All I have to do is get your rings, right?"

"Yeah, that's all you have to do all right," Spencer said with a sigh. "But look here, doll, do you even have a pokémon to challenge us with?" Katarina looked at Exo who had been watching this situation unfold with very muted interest, and some measure of respect crept into his voice as Spencer asked, "The cubone? That's your pokémon?"

Exo started to say, "I'm not her-", but Katarina interrupted him by saying, "He's not just some performing pet like your bird there! If I'm going to get his help…" At that, Katarina shot Exo a pleading look and mouthed "please", but she was all business when she turned back to Spencer and said, "…then the stakes are going to have to be a lot higher."

"What did she call me?" squawked Ace, but Spencer waved his consternation away.

"What did you have in mind?"

"The silver that you were offering that man and the money he gave you just now," said Katarina.

Spencer took off his peaked cap and tucked some flyaway strands of his black hair back into place. "Are you sure about this, doll? I mean, I've got no hang-ups about cleaning you out, but it doesn't make me too happy neither."

"I'm sure. Can I talk to my pokémon first?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Take all the time that you need."

As soon as they were huddled together, Exo told her firmly, "I'm not your pokémon, Katarina, so why should I help you?"

"Well, we didn't have any money to pay for our food today, right?" The cubone did not say anything, so Katarina had to fill the silence with more whispering, "Well, if we win, then that solves that problem. And I know we can do it. I've got a plan."

Exo did not look her in the eye, but he still said, "Fine. I'll help you." Katarina pretended not to hear the edge in his voice. Instead, both of them stepped forward to face off with Spencer and Ace.

"Ready?" the boy asked after Ace had given Katarina her set of wooden rings.

"Ready."

With a theatrical sigh, Spencer took one of his rings and threw it lazily into the sky. Before the wooden circlet had left his hand, Exo had already flung his club into the sky and it spun in a wide arc until it intercepted the ring in its path and brought the projectile to a halt. It dropped out of the sky and, after his weapon had completed its circuit and came flying back into his outstretched paw, Exo trudged over to where the ring had fallen, not ten yards away from where the children and pokémon were standing, and picked it up.

"Not bad," said Spencer approvingly. "But now it's your turn, doll."

Katarina took a ring in each of her hands and looked at them carefully. Then, as swiftly as she could, the flaxen-haired girl threw one ring as hard as she could to her left. Just as he had in the previous contest, Ace the spearow took flight and furiously beat his stubby wings to overtake the ring. He had just taken it in his beak when Katarina dropped to one knee and sent the ring in her other hand sailing low over the ground in the opposite direction. With masterful precision, the bird pokémon reoriented itself midair and darted after his spinning target. The spearow's eyes were focused solely on the ring and he was rapidly closing in on the ring. As the distance shrunk, Ace opened up his wings and put his clawed talons forward to snatch the ring off from where it had landed on the grass of the town square.

But Katarina had aimed her throw well, and Ace did not realize until it was too late that his path to the ring took him through Spencer's legs. With a startled caw that mingled with the boy's own shout, the spearow tried to change course, but he had built up too much speed. Ace crashed into Spencer with such force that he knocked the boy off of his feet and the both of them were left in a heap on the ground. Exo, who had deposited his own ring by Katarina's feet sometime during Ace's flight, briskly walked over to the boy and the bird and with a single, smooth swipe of his club scooped up the four rings which Spencer had dropped when he fell.

"We win," said Exo. Spencer started to argue the point, but in changing position to address the cubone, he had situated himself atop of Ace and the spearow gave a horrible squawk and pecked at Spencer's side until the two of them disentangled themselves.

After the scuffle, the boy looked noticeably unenthusiastic, but he had to admit that they had lost. The thin layer of dirt that had accumulated on his clothes and cap made him look more like a kid than before, and Katarina was quite comfortable striding boldly up to where Spencer was dusting himself off and thrusting out her hand.

"Our prize, please!"

"Okay, okay," said Spencer as he rummaged around in the deep pockets of his long gray coat. "Are you sure you don't want to go again, doll? Double or nothing?"

Katarina laughed brightly at that. "No thanks! I'm pretty sure that trick would only work once."

"All the best tricks only work once, doll," said Spencer with a grin as he handed over the sizable trove of silver and bronze coins.

"It's funny though," mused Katarina. "I didn't have any money to give you if it hadn't worked." The boy's mouth worked its way open and closed a couple of times without him saying anything, so Katarina took her leave of Spencer. "It was nice meeting you! Thank you for the money!"

As she and Exo walked away, the two of them could hear talking behind them. "You really should have asked if she was good for the money, Spence," said Ace irritably as the spearow continued cleaning the earth out of his feathers. "That was pretty stupid of you."

"You're one to talk, birdbrain! You're the one who knocked me over!"

Ace shot back, "You shouldn't have been in my way," and the boy and pokémon fell into squabbling.

They were paid no mind by Katarina and Exo as they walked toward away. The girl was humming softly to herself and seemed oblivious to her traveling companion's slower pace. They had gone for several minutes without talking when Exo cleared his throat and said, "Katarina, I think that I've given you more than enough help. Now that you have that money-"

"What's that, Exo?" asked Katarina, still distracted by the thoughts inside of her own head. "Can you hold on for a minute? There's something that I have to do." And with that, she walked up to the door of the building that the cubone recognized as the restaurant where the two of them had eaten before and went in. Curious, Exo followed her at a distance and took up a post just inside its double doors.

He watched as Katarina intercepted the tangela on its way back to the kitchen with a tray full of dishes and said, "Excuse me, but we didn't pay for our food earlier today." The pokémon said something that Exo could not make out, but there was no mistaking the excitement in its voice when Katarina used both of her hands to scoop the coins that she had won from Spencer onto the waiter's tray. Her winnings made an audible clatter as they splashed bronze and silver against the surface of the wooden tray. Most of the other customers in the restaurant were watching Katarina and the waiter curiously at that point, and only returned to their food after the girl politely said a polite farewell to the tangela and walked back towards Exo. Wordlessly he followed Katarina back outside into the bright afternoon sun.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Exo?" she asked a few moments later.

He thought carefully and then, in a low but not unfriendly voice, he said, "It's nothing of importance. We should start heading east again."

"That's right!" Katarina suddenly groaned. "We've hardly done any walking today! How am I supposed to make it to Tinko City in time?"

"I know the area," answered Exo even as he gently guided her into following him. "I'll help you."

Soon the two of them had left Brookdale and were on a road heading towards the coast again. Once again, a silence broke out between them and once again Katarina tried to mend it. "I think that I forgot to thank you for your help, Exo," she said.

For a while there was no response, but just when Katarina was about to give up, her words bore unexpected fruit as Exo haltingly replied, "I am happy that I was able to help you, Katarina."

Those words only whetted the girl's appetite for conversation and she continued, "That was really neat, I mean, the way that you threw your stick into the air and it came right back to you like that."

"It's not a 'stick'," said Exo, "it's a bone." Katarina's face blanched, but the cubone allowed himself a small smile underneath his mask and the two of them kept walking, and talking, as they walked together.

Chapter Three
Katarina and Exo had walked for the rest of the day, but the going was easy since they were more comfortable with one another's company. They had not talked a great deal, but Katarina had been more accepting of the quiet than she had been before Brookdale and Exo had made an effort to contribute his own observations and questions to the flow of conversation. Even if neither of them was quite satisfied with his or her own progress, both Katarina and Exo nonetheless admired the other's. They had made camp in a clearing that Exo had said that he had used many times on his travels across the Tinko region and the cubone had also produced the pair's dinner from the nearby stream and vegetation. After some struggle, he had even helped Katarina get a fire going and taught her how to maintain it. In-between bites of cooked magikarp, Katarina had thought, and not for the first time, just how lost she would have been without her guide.

The next morning, they woke up with the rising sun and Katarina felt surprisingly well-rested. She washed a little in the stream where they had camped and got ready for the day ahead. Exo had been prepared to set out before she had woken up, but he waited patiently for Katarina to finish her morning ritual and they then took off together. The plan was that they would head north in the morning to avoid walking for hours with the sun in their eyes, and would start to veer east around midday.

This far away from the farms and the people who tended them, there were more pokémon about and Katarina did her best to observe all of the facets of the little dramas and tableaus that she witnessed. As she and Exo followed their stream north, it became connected to a river and a family of plump, yellow-feathered psyduck were enjoying the cool water in a tributary where the current was not as fierce. Purple rattata and plump nidoran colored pink and blue dotted their path, and Katarina was always on the lookout for any sign of the larger nidorino. She did not realize it at the time, but Exo was also constantly scanning the lush landscape for any dangers, familiar or new.

Over the next few hours, Katarina and Exo walked at a healthy clip, but it could not continue forever that way. Katarina began lagging behind her companion, just a little bit slower at first, but soon was separated from the cubone by entire yards. It was to her great relief that Exo took notice of this and said simply, "Let us rest for a while."

Katarina did not need to be told twice and she worked her way through the waving grass and wildflowers to a spindly tree that promised at least the semblance of shade. Then, she sat down heavily at its base, took off her shoes, and grimaced. Living and working on a farm was no one's idea of easy work, human or pokémon, but it was clear that chores had not prepared her for this type of journey. Katarina's feet were blistering, and even the stoic Exo would not look at them for too long without turning away.

They rested in the paltry shade offered to them without talking, until Katarina caught sight of something in the air, circling overhead. She studied it for a few moments, shielding her eyes from the sun with one of her hands. Then a realization lit up her face and Katarina said excitedly, "I think that's Ace! The spearow from the village!"

"There are plenty of spearow around these parts," said Exo, but Katarina paid him no mind.

She stood up on shaking feet and cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Yoo-hoo! Ace!"

Above them, the bird tilted on one wing and began to spiral expertly down to the ground. Exo tensed up at the spearow's approach, but it was unnecessary. The pokémon landed a respectful distance away and made eye contact with Exo first.

"Oh, it's you two again," Ace remarked with an air of affected self-importance. "Just our luck."

"Is Spencer with you? Where are you two traveling?"

Ace lifted up his wings and waved off Katarina's questions with a very human gesture. "One question a time, please." Even after he saw that he had Exo and Katarina's full attention, Ace took some time to make a show of grooming himself, and only after he was done did he say, "I'm Spencer's scout." There was no shortage of pride in the spearow's voice as he explained, "He needs me to look ahead and help him decide where to go next. I gather the information, study the, um, locals, and report back."

"So, where are you heading then?" asked Katarina.

The spearow's bravado faded, and he had the sense to look a little sheepish. "I'm not sure if I should tell you." But Katarina's patience and smile won him over and Ace said, "Oh, why not ask Spencer? He's not too far away, you know." He then turned around and readied himself to take flight. "Try and keep up!"

With a running start and a rapid beat of wings, the spearow was quickly several feet in the air. Katarina and Exo followed after the airborne pokémon, the girl holding her shoes in one hand. After they had traveled for five minutes, Ace abruptly let out three short caws and was met with a complicated series of whistles.

Not long after that, Spencer appeared over the crest of a hill, still wearing his gray army coat and cap even in the summer heat. "Ace!" he called. "Did you find it?"

"Afraid not!" squawked the spearow and he lighted on the grass halfway between Spencer and Katarina and Exo.

When Spencer saw them, his face grew confused and then brightened considerably. "Hey there, doll!" he said. "I'm surprised to see you out here in the middle of nowhere! You ought to be living like a queen in that little town with all that money you took off my hands!"

"Well," Katarina started to say, but then trailed off. Instead, she decided on a different tack, saying, "I have a name, you know."

Spencer smiled at her, and his grin easily met his blue eyes. "And what would that name be, doll?"

"Katarina."

"All right then, Katarina," said Spencer breezily, "it was nice running into you and all, but Ace and I are kind of in the middle of a job."

He began to walk away, but let himself be stopped when Katarina yelled, "Wait! Where are you headed?"

"We're not headed anywhere in particular," said Ace as he fluttered to Spencer's arm. "We're looking for something."

"Looking for what?" asked Exo.

Spencer spread his hands wide and said, "Ace heard that there was some wealthy family that lost one of their precious growlithe on an outing, so we're looking for the pup so that we can return it and get a nice fat reward."

"It should be enough to get us to Tinko City!" interjected Ace helpfully.

"That's fantastic!" Katarina said with a bright smile. "We're going to the capital too, maybe-"

Spencer shook his head. "No way, doll. Not to be rude, but me and Ace here don't need the help. Besides, you've already got enough money, don't you?"

"Um, about that-"

"No, the boy is right," interrupted Exo as he suddenly patted one of Katarina's legs. "We'd better keep moving. There's no sense in getting distracted by a pair of conmen."

"We prefer the term 'charlatans!’" squawked Ace, which earned him a heavy blow from Spencer.

The boy and the spearow erupted into another round of arguing while Exo quietly led Katarina away, back towards where they had seen Ace. Katarina did not say anything, but she did not have to for Exo to explain, "You only have a short amount of time to get to the coast and find the professor who can give you a pokémon. There's no time to be distracted by those two and their antics." The cubone made the last word sound positively vile even in his low tone of voice.

"I suppose you're right," said Katarina begrudgingly, but she still craned her neck over her shoulder to watch Spencer and Ace shrinking in the distance as they walked. "Wouldn't we be safer from wild pokémon and bandits if we were part of a group?"

"Maybe," conceded Exo with a grunt, "but that pair strikes me as being the source of more trouble than help."

They reached the tree where they had been resting before without incident, and after the more leisurely pace that they had taken going to Spencer and back, Katarina said that she felt up for doing some more serious walking. They continued north, following the path of the river upstream for a good while and were looking for the bridge when they found a pokémon.

It was a small thing, with orange fur marred by jagged black stripes and was bent over on its haunches watching a small patch of grass intently. Katarina and Exo kept their distance and saw the grass begin to move, lifting up out of the earth on its own accord until the top of a blue head and a pair of beady eyes could be seen. The other pokémon saw it too and pounced on its prey with a happy bark. It was too slow, however; its target had given a small yelp and returned back underground to safety. The furry pokémon did not appear to be too disappointed by its failure as it looked happy enough with circling the patch of grass that betrayed the hiding creature's presence and preparing to pounce on it again.

"I think that's the growlithe they were looking for," whispered Katarina. Exo did not say anything, but he did not look altogether pleased. "See, it's got a collar around its neck so it belongs to somebody." She started to creep closer to the playful young pokémon.

Behind her, Exo said, "Just leave it alone, Katarina," but she was not listening.

"Hello there, little one," said Katarina as she neared the growlithe. It looked up at her, its game with the oddish forgotten. Katarina bent forward and held out a hand towards the pokémon and said in soothing tones, "How did you get all the way out here?" It watched her approach with rapt attention, and when she was close enough, it pressed its wet nose against Katarina's palm and sniffed at her hand. In a moment, the growlithe's apprehension melted away and it was soon lapping its little pink tongue against Katarina's hand and wagging its stubby little tail.

"Hey, Exo," the girl called with a lilting giggle in her voice, "it's friendly! Come here!"

Slowly, the cubone moved across the field to join them. As he approached, the growlithe tensed under where Katarina's hand was petting it and it began to growl. In a full-grown growlithe, that might have been a frightening sound, but coming from a little puppy it only annoyed Exo. Still, he kept his distance. After all, a bite from a growlithe's sharp teeth was very painful, even if it was only a puppy. "I will be fine with staying right here," said Exo with a trace of what Katarina thought was pouting.

"See, it's okay, little growlithe," said Katarina and she stroked the growlithe's fur until its growl became a kind of muted rumbling in its throat. "That cubone won't hurt you. He's a nice pokémon, just like you."

"Spare me."

The growlithe was happy to ignore Exo, as was Katarina, and the girl gently worked her way to the furry pokémon's neck and rotated the band of blue leather around to look at the jingling metal tags that hung from the growlithe's collar. They were professionally crafted, that much was obvious even to a farmgirl like Katarina, with a florid script engraved in the brightly polished metal that proclaimed that the pokémon was named "Augustus" and it belonged to the Pryor family.

She passed that information onto Exo, but the cubone's only response was, "How does this help us? We don't know where these Pryor's live."

"Maybe Spencer and Ace do," offered Katarina.

Exo fixed her with a long stare. When he spoke, it was more reminiscent of the tone that he had taken with Katarina before Brookdale, but it was the words which stung the most, "This is your quest, Katarina. If you want to be sidetracked and delayed instead of reaching your destination in time, then that is your choice to make."

"We've been pushing ourselves fairly hard today," she started to lie. Exo did not stop gazing into her eyes and as for Augustus the growlithe, he had simply lost himself in enjoying the ministrations of Katarina's fingers upon his ear. Katarina stopped and chewed over her thoughts before trying to put them into words again. "At the very least, we should let Spencer and Ace know. They can take the puppy home and we can keep going. It wouldn't feel right," she continued, "to leave him out here when he's lost, and Ace was looking too far to the south. It could be days before he and Spencer found little Auggie here."

"I suppose you are right," said Exo and he stood up from his squatting position. Then, he made a face underneath his bone-white mask and asked, "Auggie?"

Katarina shrugged. "I don't know. He looks like an Auggie to me." She stood up as well, letting the growlithe go back to playing the game he had been enjoying with the oddish before Katarina and Exo had interrupted him. Putting the fingers of one hand into her mouth, Katarina whistled a long and harsh sound that made Augustus whimper and even elicited a small flinch from Exo. "That ought to get their attention."

The girl and the cubone managed to drag Augustus away from his game, much to his consternation, to a spot closer to the river since Exo thought that Ace's flight path would likely be focused on large landmarks that were visible from high up in the air. Exo was left to tend to the growlithe for a few minutes while Katarina took off her shoes again and dipped her feet into the water's edge. Despite the slower pace that she had been enjoying for the last few hours, Katarina's blisters were, if anything, getting worse. The cool water of the river was soothing, but it was only a temporary fix. Her thoughts drifted through half-considered measures for her problem, both preventative and curative, and it took Ace flapping his way down over the water to snap her out of her daydreaming.

"All right, missy, what do you have to say for yourself?" said the spearow shortly. "I've got this great lead on the missing pokémon, right, and I'm telling Spence about it when I hear your call. I tell Spence about it and he says, 'it's Katarina,' he's sure of it, 'go and see if she needs help.' So, I fly all the way out here, wasting valuable daylight, and I find you napping! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Katarina pointed at the two pokémon sitting together. Augustus the growlithe had somehow gained possession of Exo's bone club and was gnawing on it intently while the cubone watched him with an unreadable expression. "We found the missing growlithe," Katarina said softly.

"Ah, um, okay," said Ace and he quickly began to busy himself with grooming his feathers rather than look into Katarina's brown eyes. "Thanks."

Katarina motioned for Exo to come down by the riverbank and he stood up and started to drag Augustus after him, with the growlithe growling around the bone in his mouth the whole way down. Exo grumbled something impolite about the other pokémon, but was cordial enough to Ace and, after the spearow told them that Spencer would be along shortly, the four of them waited together for him.

With the wide-open landscape, they saw Spencer long before he got to them. He was running, at least until he saw that he had an audience, and then the boy slowed down to what could be described as a brisk pace, although whether this was because he saw that there was no sign of the danger that he had feared or due to his ego no one but him could say for sure. Katarina and the three pokémon went to meet him.

He was breathing hard when they reached him, although he was trying not to show it. "So, you found our little runaway, huh?" he said.

"That's right," replied Katarina. "His tags say that he belongs to the Pryor family."

"Mhm," grunted Spencer, but his attention was focused on Augustus. Kneeling in front of the growlithe, Spencer ran his hands over the pokémon's body, expertly examining him for any injuries while the confused pokémon alternated between embracing and shying away from the boy's touch. When he was satisfied, Spencer stood back up again and produced a length of rope from his bag. "Thanks for your help, Katarina," he said as he looped it around Augustus's collar to make a rough lead. "Where did you find him anyways?"

"We saw him playing over there with another pokémon. He was trying to hunt it, I think."

Spencer shielded his eyes with his hand and looked at the spot that Katarina had indicated. After a pause, he slowly said, "He was just out in the open? Not hiding in any bushes or under any trees?" Spencer made sure that he was speaking loudly enough for all of the pokémon to hear.

"No," said Katarina tentatively.

With shocking ferocity, Spencer turned to Ace and bellowed, "How did you miss him, Ace? His fur is bright orange!"

"How many times do I have to remind you, Spence, that I don't see in color?"

"Still, he's a happy little pokémon romping around in the grass, and you missed him?"

By this point, Ace's own voice had risen to a shrill caw, "You don't know that he was there all day! Maybe he was sleeping or something!"

"Or something!" mocked Spencer, but before he could unleash another tirade, he was interrupted by Augustus sinking his teeth into the leg of the boy's pants. All of the yelling had riled up the young growlithe and he had succeeded in putting an end to Spencer and Ace's fighting, only to replace it with the former uttering some very creative curses.

After she had fought down the rose-red blush that had spread across her features, Katarina turned to Exo and whispered, "I don't think that these three should be left alone together." To her surprise, the cubone did not contradict her, but rather nodded in agreement. Then, to Spencer, she said, "Can we come with you to the Pryor's?"

The question caused him to halt his profanity and the boy had the sense to look sheepish as he said, "Yeah, I suppose that that'd be all right."

"Great! Lead the way!"

The larger group continued heading north along the river. Ace had immediately taken wing and was alternating between flying ahead to gauge the path before them and coming back to relay that information to the others. Katarina noticed that the spearow's words were clipped and his tone was very formal whenever he had to speak with Spencer. As for Spencer, he could not pay too much attention to the bird pokémon as he had his hands full trying to drag Augustus after him, tugging on the growlithe's rope leash until sweat was running down his face. He would coax Augustus into taking a few steps, only for the growlithe to abruptly sit down on the grass and refuse to go any further.

Katarina offered several times to take over leading the obstinate pokémon from Spencer, but the boy refused until twenty minutes had passed and everyone was growing frustrated with the slow pace at which they were traveling. As soon as the rope was handed off to Katarina, however, the growlithe happily started walking ahead of them with his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth and his stubby tail wagging happily. Underneath his gray cap, Spencer did not seem pleased, but everyone else was happy to get moving.

Although Exo had lapsed back into silence, Katarina found Spencer a more-than-willing partner in conversation. "How long have you and Ace known one another?" she asked as they were fording a small creek that led into the river.

"Oh, a couple of years," answered Spencer as he offered a hand to help Katarina step over a particularly treacherous piece of terrain. "I don't remember how long exactly."

"He's very knowledgeable, about how to travel, out here, I mean. Was he born in the wild?"

Spencer shook his head and looked up at the shrinking shape of Ace flying ahead to scope out the next leg of their route. "Not exactly. I found him as a chick, so he grew up with me. We travelled a lot, so he got to know Tinko like the back of his hand." There was quiet between the two children, and then Spencer said wistfully, "My parents were in the circus."

While she was still recovering from that information, Spencer turned the tables on Katarina and asked cordially, "So what about you, Katarina? What's your story, doll?"

"Um, I grew up on a farm. Further inland than this."

"A big farm?" asked Spencer.

"No, just a little one with me and my parents."

"Ah, so, what's got you traveling out here then?"

Katarina's free hand found the one holding Augustus's leash and she began to fidget, as she said, "I'm going to Tinko City to get a pokémon partner from Professor Oak."

"Wow, Professor Oak, huh?" Spencer blinked his blue eyes a few times before saying, "I don't understand. I thought the cubone was-"

"He's not my pokémon," Katarina supplied before Exo could say anything. "We met only a few days ago. He's helping me get to the capital."

Spencer did not say anything as he processed this information. After a while, he said, "You two seem to have a pretty good thing going though. Why not just ask him if he would be your partner?"

Again, Exo opened his mouth to speak, but Katarina beat him to the punch once again. "He would say no. Exo likes being a wild pokémon, I think."

"Still, Tinko City is so far away," said Spencer letting his voice trail off. His eyes darted down and then he asked Katarina in a voice scarcely above a whisper, "What about this growlithe then?"

"What?"

"Why not keep him? Just go home and pretend that you found him in the wild? Everyone loves a cute little growlithe," Spencer's voice took on a hint of a bitter tinge at that, but he quickly recovered, "and he's young. He probably won't remember where he came from, and he'd probably be happier running around a farm with you than collecting dust with a bunch of stuck-up aristocrats."

Katarina looked at Augustus, who was happily ignorant of what was being discussed as he strained against his leash to smell the base of a particularly intriguing tree. She bit her lip and felt both Spencer and Exo's eyes on her. "I- I couldn't," she said. "You need the reward money, right?"

"It's not really-" started Spencer, but he did not get the chance to finish.

"Besides, it would be wrong," said Katarina, and she was proud that her voice only wavered a little. "This growlithe, Augustus, belongs to somebody else. Somebody who gave him a name."

"But how do you whether his owner is a good person?" pressed Spencer. "He could have run away from a really bad situation."

"Or he could belong to a really nice person, Spencer. Someone nice and loving who's missing him right now. If I had a pokémon, I would never want to lose him."

The conversation was over, but its ghost lingered in the air between the travelers. Fortunately, Ace returned from his flight not long afterward and landed in front of them and, after performing a small bow, began his latest report. "There's a beedrill nest up ahead that we'll have to go around. I think that if we take a slight detour to the west we should be able to avoid them."

"Thanks, Ace," said Spencer. "Any sign of the Pryor place yet?"

The spearow cocked his head to one side as he thought. "I think that we're getting close, but even if you wanted to charge through a bunch of angry beedrill, we probably wouldn't get there before sunset."

"I don't think it would be smart to keep going after dark," Spencer said thoughtfully. In response to Katarina and Exo's unspoken questions, he explained, "These big plantations don't take too kindly to strangers wandering around after dark. Better to wait it out until tomorrow morning and then we can return this pokémon without any trouble."

"I'll show you the route that I was thinking," said Ace and he took the air only a few feet above Katarina and Spencer's heads and flew a lazy pattern around them and the other pokémon as he guided them.

For a few minutes, they had to focus solely on their walking. Katarina was starting to fall behind again, wincing with every other footstep, and the others slowed their pace to accommodate her. Spencer even offered to take Augustus's leash from her, but the growlithe snarled at him and Katarina turned him down. They were all slowing down as the sun sunk in the horizon. Ace egged them on by promising, "just over this hill!" and "only a few steps more!", until he had to fly out of reach when Spencer lunged for his neck. Eventually, even the spearow's enthusiasm flagged and, as the light faded, he started staying closer to the rest of the group.

"That's it," said Katarina abruptly and she plopped down onto the grass, "I can't take another step." To her surprise, no one argued against her and they followed suit, sitting down in the soft grass of the meadow where they had stopped.

"You said it," said Spencer with a long, contented sigh. "This is always the worst part of traveling by foot. Now if we had a wagon or a train or something, I'd have plenty of other things to complain about, but right now I can only think about my poor aching feet." Katarina nodded mechanically, but did not say anything, so Spencer turned to Ace and said, "How about we get some firewood?"

The boy and the bird headed off to a smattering of trees some distance away and left Exo and Katarina by themselves. The cubone was the one who broke the silence this time, asking, "How are you feeling, Katarina?"

"Tired." Then, Katarina took a deep breath and leaned backwards on the grass. "I'm not sure how I feel, Exo. It feels good to be helping Augustus, here." Katarina stopped to scratch the growlithe behind the ears and he let out a small yawn from where he was curled up next to her. "But I don't have the foggiest idea of where we are, and how to get to Tinko City and Professor Oak and my pokémon from here." Exo was watching her and Augustus quietly, but there was no hint of judgment in his dark eyes. "Do you think I can still make it in time?"

"I don't know," he said.

"Do you think that I should turn around and go home?"

Exo was still thinking about how to respond when Spencer came trudging back across the grass with a respectable pile of sticks and broken branches in his arms. "Wish that I could help you, Spence" sang Ace merrily as he swooped low ahead of the boy, "but these wings of mine…"

Spencer dropped the firewood in a pile with a huff, but put on his best smile when he saw how forlorn Katarina looked. "Hey, why the long face, doll?" When she did not answer, Spencer started clearing a space and arranging the wood for a fire, but he kept an eye on her the whole time he was working. He only let her out of his sight when he reached into the pockets of his coat and pulled out some crumpled-up pieces of paper and a box of matches. Exo came closer and watched with great interest as Spencer turned the pile of sticks and refuse into a respectable fire with little fuss. Spencer even gave the cubone a few matches and showed him how they worked, but had to take back the matchbox when Exo kept starting small fires in the grass with carelessly dropped matches.

"Incredible," the pokémon marveled even after his new toy was taken away from him.

Like the others, Exo was quiet throughout the group's humble dinner, but after everyone had finished eating, he looked up at Spencer and said in his gravelly voice, "You said something earlier about a 'circus', Spencer. What is that?"

"It's sort of a show, I suppose," said Spencer. "You know, like a performance?" When Exo gave no indication of understanding, the boy tackled the question from a different direction. "So, you have a bunch of people and pokémon with unusual talents."

Exo offered, "Such as starting a fire from nothing?"

"Not exactly," said Spencer and he looked to Ace for help, but the spearow only spread his wings and smirked as best as his short beak could allow. "Well, all of them, the people and the pokémon, get together and they show off what they can do to others. They get paid money to do that and travel around the country, going to new places to entertain new people."

Exo was still listening attentively, but Spencer's explanation tapered off when he saw Katarina nodding off in front of the fire. "I think that it's time to go to sleep. Tomorrow's another day." He stood up and went over to Katarina and said, "Hey, doll, why don't you go to bed?"

She put up a token resistance, but since she was rubbing her eyes the whole time Katarina let herself be talked into taking her picnic blanket out of her backpack and wrapping herself up in it. "G'night, everyone," she said and just like that she was out.

As Ace folded his wings and settled in for the night, Spencer and Exo both sat in front of the flickering firelight. "It's Exo, isn't it?" said Spencer. "Why don't you get some sleep? Don't worry, I'll watch the fire."

"It's fine," replied Exo, but he did not stop there and he and Spencer talked until the fire was nothing more than dying embers and sleep finally embraced them.

Chapter Four
On the fourth day of Katarina's journey, it rained. The skies opened up not long before sunrise and unleashed a torrent that woke her and the others and spurred them into moving far more effectively than any stern words from Exo could have accomplished. The gloomy weather was matched by the gloomy mood of the travelers, and there were infrequent flareups of temper as the going grew wetter, muddier, and more and more difficult. Ace and Augustus were particularly miserable, with the spearow seeking shelter in Spencer's arms under the cover of his greatcoat and the growlithe whining the whole way.

Katarina had packed her bag in anticipation of an entire week of warm, late summer weather, and now was reduced to a shambling and shivering state. When she tried to speak, her words had to navigate with great difficulty past her chattering teeth. The contrast with the warmth and comfort of the fire that she had been sleeping in front of only scant hours ago was striking and within half-an-hour, Spencer had taken off his coat and thrown its gray bulk around her. That helped a little, and it made her responsible for holding Ace. His warmth helped a little more.

None of it was enough to make for a happy journey, however, and they were all relieved when they found themselves wading through lush fields of wheat and other grains that grew higher than any that Katarina had seen before. The five of them emerged from the swaying stalks onto a small dirt road used by farmhands and saw a gleaming mansion built of stately marble in the distance. They did not have long to admire it before a man rode up to them from the direction of the manor and stopped a few feet in front of them.

He was a grizzled-looking man with large features that appeared to be fighting for space on his more average-sized head. He looked at the collection of children and pokémon before him with a lofty air of superiority, but even so his hand was on the grip of his saber. The rapidash that he was riding was obviously a well-bred and well-trained beast as it did not even flinch as the heavy drops of rain fizzled and turned to steam upon contact with its fiery mane and tail. That firelight gave the man and his pokémon an almost ethereal air, but, to the tired and waterlogged travelers, it also promised much-needed warmth. The man's countenance promised no such thing, however, and neither did his voice when he said sternly, "You lot are trespassing on the land of the most esteemed Lord Pryor. State your business or be off with ye."

The man gave every indication that he was anticipating that they take the second option, so one of his eyebrows rose a fraction in surprise when Spencer bowed low to the ground and said in a groveling fashion that made Katarina want to giggle, "Oh, noble representative of the House of Pryor, we are but humble travelers who have heard tale of your master's plight and have sought far and wide to retrieve his missing pokémon and to restore it to him." Swiftly, before the pokémon could react, Spencer scooped up Augustus and presented the growlithe to the man on the rapidash.

"Eh? Is that little Auggie?" asked the man. Katarina tried to catch Exo's eye, but the cubone stridently ignored her efforts. The man bent over to pick up the growlithe and examined his collar and tags. "This is him all right. Thank you for bringing him back, children."

"I believe that there was talk of a reward," said Ace from in-between Katarina's arms.

Spencer cleared his throat and said in a more authoritative voice than the wheedling tone that he had been using before, "We would request some shelter from the weather and an audience with the lord of the house to discuss our reward."

"You have some nerve, boy, to presume such generosity," the man began to say but then Katarina sneezed and his heart softened. "Oh, fine," he said gruffly and turned his rapidash toward the manor. "Follow me. We'll get you warmed up."

With varied expressions of gratitude, Katarina, Exo, Spencer, and Ace followed after the trotting pokémon. They passed great fields of cash crops and a set of smaller, but still impressive, quarters supplied to the laborers and servants that were the lifeblood of the plantation. The Pryor's man considered one of those dwellings as they passed, but a glance backwards at the soaked children and pokémon in his care made him think better of it. Soon they were in front of the door of the mansion itself, and the man on the rapidash made a sign to the footman standing by the door in a uniform that carried more buttons than Katarina could count, all of them dazzlingly polished.

After taking Augustus from his fellow servant, the doorman's expressionless eyes passed over the unexpected guests and then he reached behind him and opened the huge door into the manor. No one needed to be convinced to hurry inside and away from the cold and the rain.

Once inside, the group of travelers found themselves in a high-ceilinged room and standing on a lavishly designed rug that depicted characters and events from ancient history and myths in beautiful, vibrant colors. The rest of the room's décor was of a similar quality, with expensive-looking vases, antique furniture, and paintings of various stern-looking men and lovely women with red hair.

"I do hope that you are not planning on standing there all day dripping water and mud onto my inheritance," said a lofty young voice and all eyes were on a girl about Spencer's age with a lady's bearing and dazzling red hair the same shade as that of the women in the portraits. She wore a frilled dress that was the same deep, rich blue as her eyes and the same color of the sinewy pokémon that was slithering through the doorway after her.

"Apologies for the intrusion, Miss Marion," said the servant who had come in after the others. "These young people and pokémon had found the growlithe which was missing from your father's kennels and returned it hoping for a reward."

The girl, Marion, did not look at the visitors, but instead asked the servant, "I take it that they will want to speak with father then? I can take them there, Gennady."

With a low bow, the man said, "If you so desire, Miss Marion." His nose crinkled imperceptibly and the doorman added, "If you'll pardon the suggestion, it may be wiser to bring him to them rather than vice-versa."

"That will be all, Gennady," Marion said and she dismissed him with a small wave of her hand. Then, she turned her attention onto Katarina and the others. "Remove your shoes and follow me," she ordered with almost regal tone of one who is used to commanding and being obeyed. Katarina had her first shoe off before she had really realized what she was doing, but Spencer was more grudging in his acquiescence, muttering something unintelligible, but Marion paid him no mind as long as he was doing what she told him. Then, the girl spun gracefully on her feet and began striding down one of the hallways that led from the entryway and left the others scrambling after her.

"Do you see that pokémon she's got with her?" Spencer whispered to Katarina as they walked. "That's a dratini."

"A what?"

"It's a super rare pokémon. A dragon, like in the fairytales." Katarina's eyes lit up at that, but Spencer's concerns were more pedestrian. "If her family can afford one of those, then they must really be rich!"

Marion interrupted their whispering with a short, sharp, "Ahem," and the group came to a halt in front of a heavy oaken door that was nearly closed. "This is my father's study. I will go in and make introductions and then-" She frowned and asked for their names, then resumed, "And then he will ask you to state your business. You will be respectful and to the point. You will refer to him as 'Master Pryor' and be on your best behavior, or else you shall be thrown out of the house, and painfully so. Are there any questions?" Katarina, Spencer, and Ace all moved to speak, but Marion ignored them, saying, "Good!", and vanishing into the study followed by her slithering pokémon.

"'Master Pryor,’ can you believe that?" grumbled Spencer, but he still said it in a low enough voice so as to not be heard on the other side of the door. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet and the others, save for Exo, fidgeted alongside him, but Marion soon returned and held the door open to them.

"Enter," she said formally.

Spencer led the way, but when they were standing in front of Marion's father, it was Katarina who took the lead and curtsied as best she could to the seated aristocrat. Exo followed suit by lowering himself to one knee and Ace bowed as well. Only then did Spencer lower his head. It was not as deep or weighty a bow as he had favored the servant outside with.

If Master Pryor noticed this lack of deference, he gave no sign of it, and said in a resounding baritone, "My daughter has told me of the service you have provided to this family in retrieving our missing pokémon. Let me express the gratitude of my house in restoring our growlithe to us. Your commitment to doing so is to be lauded."

There was a heavy silence in the room save for the crackling of the fire burning in the study's fireplace. "Not to impugn your honor, Master Pryor," said Spencer stiffly, "but we had heard mention of a reward for our good deed."

"You wish for a greater reward than the satisfaction of doing the right thing?" asked the patriarch with an arched eyebrow. "As you wish then. I will provide you with two-hundred krona for your trouble."

"That's ridiculous!" Ace suddenly blurted out. "I bet that growlithe's worth ten times as much!"

"Maybe so," admitted Master Pryor, but his blue eyes were cold, "but since the pokémon is already in my possession again, you are in no position to haggle. This is not a trade, but a gift for your kindness, and, as such, it is for the giver to decide how far he wishes to extend himself."

Ace began to sputter, but Spencer put his hand on the spearow's head and said in an emotionless voice, "We appreciate your generosity, Master Pryor, but we would deign to make an additional request of you and your house." He gestured to his companions and said, "We have traveled a great distance in search of your missing pokémon and were exposed to the elements the whole while. If you could grant us shelter for a few hours from this storm, we would be most grateful."

"You speak well, young man," said Master Pryor. "Very well, you may stay for the duration of this storm. Marion will be your escort." His daughter looked incensed by this, but she was paid no mind. "If you need anything at all, you are to ask her and she shall help you to acquire it. That is all. You are dismissed."

"Excuse me, sir," said Katarina. "I have a question for you." Marion looked scandalized, but her father tilted his head for Katarina to speak. "Will Augustus be taken care of? I mean, will he be happy?"

Master Pryor studied her and answered, "I will endeavor to make it so."

Marion and her pokémon led the other children and pokémon out of the study. As soon as the door was closed behind them, she hissed at Katarina, "How dare you accuse my father, my family, of neglect of the pokémon under our care?"

"Oh, come off it, Red! Katarina didn't do anything like that!" said Spencer loudly.

"Well, she implied it, then," huffed Marion and she walked away without waiting to see if she was being followed.

But Spencer was not willing to let the conversation go that easily. "How about your father's implying that we're a bunch of stupid rubes who'd be happy to do a favor for him and get nothing for it but a pat on the head, huh?"

Marion did not say a word in reply, but instead tilted her chin upwards and gave a small snort of ladylike condescension. She led the others up a staircase, her dratini ascending the steps with only a hint of difficulty. The upstairs section of the mansion was just as lavishly decorated as the rest of the dwelling and Katarina and the others were led down a long hallway to a series of rooms. Marion opened up a door on each side and showed them into two rooms that had nearly identical layouts with a large feather bed, heavy wooden furniture, and a basin of steaming water. "You can get washed up and rest while my father gets your reward ready," said Marion crisply and then she turned on her heel and marched back downstairs.

"Nice girl," said Spencer, but he did not look as put out as he tried to sound. The lure of a warm bed and bath was too enticing to ignore. "I'll take this room," he said pointing a thumb at the open door closest to him. "Come and get me when you're done."

He vanished with Ace into the room and closed the door behind him by its crystal doorknob, and Katarina mirrored his actions and stepped into her own room. While Exo took stock of the room, Katarina undressed and began to wash herself, cleaning away what felt like weeks of sweat and grime even though it had only been a few days since she had set off on her quest. When she was done washing, Katarina stayed in the washtub a little longer, closing her eyes from the light of the chandelier above her, and waiting until the water had cooled to a lukewarm temperature. Then she got out, dried herself with a fluffy white towel that would have put those in most any hotel in Tinko City to shame, and redressed in a clean set of clothes.

During her bathing, Exo had maintained a vigil by the window, but once she was presentable again, the pokémon asked her simply, "What do you think?"

Katarina ran her fingers through her still-wet hair for a couple of seconds before she answered, "This place is very nice." Exo did not say anything, but he did not have to. "Maybe they can help us," said Katarina hopefully. "I mean, the Pryor's have so much. They could tell us where we are, and how to get to Tinko City in time to meet Professor Oak."

"Do you want to look for Marion or her father?"

"Yes, let's do that." Katarina hopped off of the bed and walked to the door. She paused before she opened it, and asked, "Do you think we should go without Spencer? He could use the rest." Then, Katarina added, "I also don't think his attitude would be very helpful."

Exo had joined her and said, "That would be wise, I think."

They crept out of the guest room and down the hallway, mindful of every sound that they made on the creaking floorboards of the old and elegant home. There was no sign that Spencer or Ace heard them, so the girl and the pokémon proceeded to the staircase without incident and went downstairs.

"Do you think that Mr. Pryor is still in his study?" Katarina asked. Exo said that did not know, but it seemed like as good a place to start looking as any. The two of them turned out of the entryway, but within minutes they were hopelessly lost. When they passed by the same statue for a third time, Katarina threw up her hands and slumped against a wall bedecked with a portrait of a gallant-looking man in armor on a rapidash plunging his lance into the side of a fierce-looking gyarados. "I don't understand. You were so good at directions when we were walking outside."

"That was outdoors," said Exo with a trace of irritability in his voice. The cubone was looking around the statue, first at one hallway, then at the other, and then back again, but to no avail. "I don't understand this place at all."

Katarina and Exo stood quietly for a few minutes and plotted their next move. As they were thinking, they heard a sound. It was a heavy thump that rattled the walls of the nook that they were in and the paintings hanging above them. Katarina and Exo exchanged a look and then started down the hallway that they had just come from in search of its source.

They were fortunate enough that the thumping continued in an uncertain rhythm and it was getting easier to navigate the labyrinthine hallways as the noises became louder and louder. Down another hallway with an impressive bust of some bearded man that Katarina thought might be a king, there was a tall set of double doors. The sounds of a violent conflict were going on behind them and at this distance, Katarina and Exo could hear the muffled sound of voices as well, although it was hard to make out what they were saying. Curious, Katarina stepped up to the heavy wooden doors and pushed one of them open with a high-pitched creak. She froze in place, but the sounds on the other side did not abate and Katarina chanced to look inside.

In contrast to the rest of the mansion, the room that the doors opened into was rough and unfinished. Its walls were made of stone and bare save for unimpressive fixtures that held dimly flickering candles. The rest of the room was similarly functional. The floor was simple wood covered with a generous layer of sawdust. Of much more interest to Katarina was the room's inhabitants. There was Marion and her dratini, but the girl had been completely transformed. Instead of the blue dress she had been wearing earlier, she was decked out in sensible set of black pants, a red vest over a long-sleeved white shirt like those that an athlete would wear, and her bright red hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. She looked like one of the illustrations of professional pokémon battlers Katarina had seen in books back home, right down to the determined frown set on Marion's beautiful but severe face.

The comparison did not occur to Katarina solely because of Marion's appearance. There was also her pokémon, the serpentine blue and white dratini. It had been by the girl's side since Katarina had entered the house, but now it was standing a few yards in front of Marion, closer to the center of the wide room and was swaying back in forth in the best combat stance that its limbless body could manage. Across from it was a different pokémon, a stout creature that looked almost like a child, only almost every inch of its blue-gray skin was bulging with muscles. Its red-irised eyes were narrowed and focused on the dratini and it was breathing heavily. Behind it, about the same distance as Marion was from her pokémon, was one of the Pryor plantation's immaculately dressed servants. In contrast to the girl's stern visage, the man looked almost bored behind his thin-framed spectacles.

"It is your turn, Miss Marion," he said, and Katarina's suspicions were confirmed. The servant's voice was heavy not only with the usual burden of his class, but also with a tinge of the same impatience that Katarina, Spencer, and the pokémon had been treated to ever since crossing over onto the Pryor's land.

Marion gave no sign of noticing the help's disrespect, however, besides to say, "I'm thinking, Nikita." Then, she stood up to her full height and jabbed a finger forward dramatically at the man and his pokémon. "Wanda! Use your thunder wave attack!"

At her mistress's command, the dratini surged forward in an undulating charge. The other pokémon made what looked to Katarina like a half-hearted lunge for her, but the dratini ducked below the smaller pokémon's arms and reappeared a few feet to its left. Then, the white nub of Wanda's undeveloped horn began to glow blue and crackle with electrical energy, building up until it was released in a burst at her opponent.

The other pokémon, a machop, Katarina had realized, seized up, but then it resumed its fighting stance, although its movements were a little jerkier than before. Wanda returned to her place in front of Marion and the servant, Nikita, said drolly, "An excellent strategy, Miss Marion. Please allow my machop and I to take our turn." After the girl nodded, Nikita continued in his laconic voice, "Very well. Beauregard, perform a 'low kick' on Miss Marion's pokémon."

The machop strode towards Wanda casually, and Katarina was sure that the larger pokémon would use the opportunity given to her to stop him in his tracks. But the dratini only tensed up, and Marion along with her, and let Beauregard the machop kick her flank. All of the preparation by girl and pokémon was unnecessary as the attack did not move Wanda one inch. But the machop seemed not to care one way or the other as he took his place in front of Marion's equally unperturbed servant again.

It was the strangest, most static fight between pokémon that Katarina had ever witnessed. Even wild spearow squabbling over spilled seed corn showed more life than these two. But Marion seemed completely invested in this farce. She widened her stance slightly and shouted, "Wanda! Try attacking with your slam attack!"

The dratini reared up on the back half of her long muscular body and then launched herself at the ground. With the aid of gravity, the force of her impact made the room rattle and proved to be the source of the strange noises that Katarina had been hearing before. The machop side-stepped the first few attacks, but Wanda continued her flailing motions and, after a small but insistent cough from Nikita, the machop stood in place and let his foe pummel him with the full weight of her body. Wanda slithered away, and with the other pokémon took her place once again.

"What a joke!" exclaimed a voice and Katarina whipped her head around to find Spencer standing not two feet behind her with Ace perched on his shoulder. He strode past Katarina and threw open the doors to the makeshift arena, obviously relishing the looks of surprise that met his intrusion. "Is this supposed to be a pokémon battle? Give me a break!"

The bravado and confidence that Marion had shown only a few seconds before in the heat of battle evaporated in an instant and she said in a strange, small voice, "Go away. Please, go away."

"No way, I want to watch this little show you've concocted." When neither trainer nor their pokémon met his eyes, Spencer's smile widened. "Are you telling me that you didn't know? Oh, that's too funny!" He grabbed a spot of bare wall some distance inside of the room and propped himself against it. "Listen," he said to the still-impassive servant and his machop, "I know a thing or two about running a scam and this isn't the way to do it. I mean, have you guys even seen a real pokémon battle? This thing is a total dud. It's all stiff and fake. A pokémon battle is like a dance, and I mean a real dance. It's gotta be more than this sham."

"If you know so much, then why don't you prove it?" yelled Marion. Her fists were clenched and her face was as red as her hair. "Battle me!"

Her manservant stepped towards her and said, "Miss Marion, perhaps it would not be wise to engage with-"

But Spencer raised his voice over Nikita and said, "Sorry, but it's just not worth my time, Red."

"I can talk to my father!" Marion blurted out. "I can get him to double, no, triple, whatever reward he was going to give you for returning his pokémon!"

Spencer made a show of looking curious, but even Katarina had known him for long enough to know that the boy was valiantly fighting down the smirk that threatened to break out across his face. "All right," he said the weariness of someone forced to make a great concession, "I suppose that I can show you what a real pokémon battle is like." Then, he turned to the servant and said in his usual mercenary tone, "You're a witness to this, right, pal?" Nikita sputtered something indecisive, but that was evidently good enough for Spencer and he shouldered the man out of his spot at one end of the makeshift stadium and whistled sharply.

Hopping off his shoulder, Ace the spearow fluttered to the ground and looked around the room with his piercing eyes. "What a dump," he said, but then he was all business as Marion and her own pokémon took up their places.

Nikita recovered rather well from the sudden turn of events and he had positioned himself at the midpoint of the room, lending the dusty arena a sense of decorum with his crisp uniform and grave bearing. "In this battle between Miss Marion and this young man-"

"Spencer!" Katarina called out helpfully.

"-Spencer, both sides will be limited to one pokémon each. Miss Marion has opted for her dratini, an excellent choice, whereas the boy will be using a common garden-variety spearow." Nikita ignored Ace's boos and hisses that greeted his comments and announced, "Begin!"

Marion had again adopted her act of what she thought that a professional pokémon trainer should look like, tensing up so much that it looked to Katarina and Exo as though she might try and join the fray herself. "I'm feeling magnanimous," she announced loudly, "so you can have the first move!"

Ace had already taken wing before the girl had finished speaking and found a perch on one of the wooden rafters supporting the room's high ceiling. "Don't think you can back out of this by pretending to be sick," said Spencer and then he added teasingly, "Your turn."

"Tell your pokémon to come down here this instant!" fumed Marion with a stomp of her foot. "Running away and hiding is no way for a real pokémon to fight!" It looked as though she wanted to say more, but suddenly a piece of wood plummeted to the ground between Marion and her dratini.

Everyone looked up to see Ace was tearing away at the rotting wood of the section of supports that he was standing on. When he had wrenched another piece free with his beak, the spearow transferred it to one of his clawed feet and asked, "Would a real pokémon fight like this?" Ace punctuated his sardonic comment by throwing the wooden missile in his claw at Wanda and it bounced off of the stunned dratini's head with a dull "bonk.”
"He can't do that!" sputtered Marion. Then to Spencer, she repeated, "He can't do that! You're his trainer! You're supposed to give him commands and he's supposed to follow them!"

Spencer shrugged, but he had already lost the fight to hold back his smile. "Even if I had come up with this plan, announcing it would have just let you know it was coming. Taking turns and telegraphing your strategy is a luxury that a real pokémon trainer can't afford in a battle."

"I thought you said that a pokémon battle was like a dance, Spencer," said Katarina from the sidelines.

"Oh, that was just a load of…nonsense. I go with what works."

After her outburst, Marion's temper was still simmering but she still had the wherewithal to issue a command to her pokémon. "Wanda! Use your thunder wave technique!"

The dratini slithered to a position where she could see Ace in the rafters and started to build up energy for her attack, but before Wanda could direct the waves of debilitating electricity at her foe, the spearow had taken a few hopping movements to a different part of the ceiling where he enjoyed a layer of protection between him and Wanda.

"Tell your pokémon to stand still!" demanded Marion as Wanda slithered her long body to another section of the arena to try and catch another glimpse of Ace.

"Why should I?" asked Spencer.

"Because it's underhanded and cowardly, and if you were-" Her abuse was interrupted by a sharp series of whistles from Spencer. Marion glared at her opponent and asked, "What did you do?"

"I gave my pokémon a command," replied Spencer.

Marion had to make a visible effort to tear her attention away from the boy to scan the rafters fruitlessly for Ace, and said, "That's not what I meant! What did you tell him?"

"You'll find out," Spencer said with a laugh.

"Fine, we can flush your bird out of hiding," snarled Marion and then she gestured dramatically at her dratini. "Wanda! Prepare to use your dragon rage attack on the ceiling!"

Nikita, Katarina, and Exo all blanched at the command, and even Marion's pokémon hesitated. The servant was the first to regain his voice and he said tentatively, "Miss Marion, I don't think that this is prudent…"

But Marion ignored him to continue scanning the ceiling for Ace, and Spencer's only response to their audience's concern was to slyly wink at Katarina. Then he gave a low mournful-sounding whistle and snapped his fingers.

"Now!" shrieked Marion and the small mouth underneath Wanda's white snout erupted with a stream of blue fire. As soon as the attack started, Ace dropped from his hiding place on the other side of room from where Wanda was aiming and started streaking low over the sawdust-covered floor towards the dratini.

Marion was shrieking at her pokémon to redirect her attack, but by the time that the Wanda could reorient herself, the dratini's attack had petered out, leaving only a few embers dancing on the labyrinth of wooden beams above them. She turned around and, without waiting for Marion's order, lurched for Ace as he flew towards her, but the spearow rolled out of the way of the larger pokémon's attack and continued on his flight. He zoomed past the confused dratini and towards the pokémon's startled trainer.

Ace took up a perch next to Marion's head, and her ear-splitting scream was cut suddenly short. The claws of one of the spearow's feet were digging into her shoulder while his other set of talons was pressed up against her throat.

"Yield."

Tears were swimming in Marion's blue eyes, caused by a combination of pain and humiliation. "You can't do this. This isn't how pokémon battling is supposed to go."

Spencer sighed heavily and held out his arm. Without a word, Ace flapped his way across the room to perch on the boy's forearm. "Sorry, Red, but that's how it goes in the real world outside of your mansion. If your pokémon can't protect you, then you can lose just as easily as in a straight-up fight."

His words did not seem to comfort the girl, but her dratini glided over to her and put her head underneath Marion's slack hand. "I'm sorry, Miss Marion," she said gently. "I'm afraid I've let you down."

"No, it's quite all right," said Marion as she curled her fingers to scratch Wanda's head. "My shortcomings are my own." She raised her head to look at Spencer past her chin. "I am a Pryor and a woman of honor, so I will speak to my father on your behalf." Then, under her breath, Marion added, "Even though you cheated."

Spencer rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, shut up!"

Before things could escalate further, Katarina stepped forward and addressed the other girl. "Excuse me, Marion, but I was wondering if you could tell me where we are."

"You're in the home and on the land of my father and the Pryor family," said Marion simply as she blinked away her anger.

"I know that," Katarina insisted. "What I meant was where are we in Tinko? I need to make it to the capital in three days."

Marion put her finger against her chin. "I'm not sure how best to put it. I can show you to a map. Yes, I think that would help." Then, she bellowed, "Nikita! Get this mess cleaned up!"

"Yes, Miss Marion," the servant said as he and his machop bitterly took stock of the damage and the mess that had accumulated around the room. Taking no mind of the bitterness in Nikita's voice, Marion led Katarina, Spencer, and the rest of the pokémon back through the wooden double doors.

As she led them easily through the winding hallways of her home, Marion asked Katarina over her shoulder, "What business do you have in Tinko City?"

"I'm looking to get my first pokémon!" replied Katarina excitedly.

Feeling Marion's eyes upon him and her unspoken question, Exo said simply, "I'm not her pokémon," and the girl accepted the explanation without a word.

"Professor Oak's visiting from the mainland and he's always giving away pokémon to kids who can't afford to buy one, but he's leaving in a few days so I have to get to the capital as soon as possible."

"Wait a minute," said Spencer suddenly. "Why don't you just get your dad to give Katarina a pokémon, Red? He's gotta have loads of them lying around."

Marion huffed. "My father's pokémon are not 'lying around'. They are exquisitely raised and cost more than you can imagine. They are not for giving away." When she heard how harsh her words sounded, Marion grimaced and said more gently, "Besides there's the whole matter of licensing and registration as a pokémon trainer. A man like Professor Oak would expedite that process far more easily than even my father could."

Not long after that exchange, Marion led them around a corner and came to a stop before a tapestry that stretched from the ceiling to the floor across a length of wall that showed a painstakingly woven map of Tinko replete with charging knights, dancing maidens, and fierce pokémon. A little way above the center of the landmass that was the subject of the tapestry was a seven-pointed star in brilliant yellow.

"That star," said Marion, "marks the location of this manor." She traced her hand towards the edge of the tapestry, where the green land met the blue sea. "Tinko City is here." She turned to Katarina and saw that the other girl looked crestfallen. "What's wrong?"

"It's so far away," Katarina said.

Exo patted her leg softly. "I'm sorry, Katarina."

The group could almost hear Marion's brain working under her head of vivid red hair. "When do have to be there?"

"In three days," supplied Exo.

"Oh, that's no problem at all then!" said Marion brightly. Relishing the attention she was being showered with, she explained, "You can just go by train!"

Chapter Five
They spent the night on the plantation, and not in the servants' quarters either. Katarina had enjoyed the largest, most comfortable bed that she had ever had in her entire life, and that was only after a warm, hearty meal where dishes had been constantly being replenished and replaced by a veritable army of stone-faced servants and where Katarina had pled her case to Marion's father. Fortunately, with his daughter's support and Spencer on his best behavior, Master Pryor had been receptive to Katarina's concerns and, as such, he had promised her, Spencer, and the pokémon first-class tickets to Tinko City. "Of course," he had said after making this concession but before the dishes for the main course had been taken away, "the cost of these tickets will be coming out of your reward for bringing back our wayward growlithe." Marion had smirked at that and although Spencer had tried to look cross, he was in a very weak position to do so, having asked for seconds of every dish that had thus been served.

When Katarina had gotten ready for bed and Exo was still sculpting a make-shift nest from the pillows and blankets he had been supplied with, she had told the cubone, "This is great! No more walking and we'll make it to the capital with plenty of time to spare."

"I suspect you are right," Exo had replied without looking up from the cushion that he was reshaping. "If you hadn't insisted on helping that growlithe and accompanying Spencer and Ace, we would still be walking."

"It's still raining, too," Katarina had said after she had glanced outside of the guest room's extravagant bay windows. "I'm certainly happy not to be lying down to sleep in that storm."

Exo had looked up from his completed nest with some satisfaction visible behind his mask, but then his expression grew somber again and he had asked, "I am not sure you would have been up for walking for another three days. How are your feet?"

Katarina had been sitting on the edge of the bed, delighting in feeling it give way under her weight even as she had lifted one foot into her lap and then the other. Her cursory examination showed that her feet were less red and raw than before after spending most of the day indoors and not exerting herself during that time, but they were still far from being healed. "They look better," Katarina had answered truthfully, but something in her tone or her face had tipped Exo off and the cubone had shaken his head and, without saying a word, had curled up in his tangle of blankets and closed his eyes.

"Good night, Exo," Katarina had said quietly and then she had turned off the light.

The next morning, Katarina and Exo joined Spencer, Ace, Marion, and Wanda for breakfast in one of the mansion's auxiliary dining rooms. The boys looked as well-rested as Katarina and Exo, but Marion and her dratini looked somewhat disheveled, even though it was well-hidden under a veneer of styled hair and impeccable dress. "My father will not be accompanying us," Marion said after everyone had finished their meal, except for Spencer who was working on his third helping. "He has some business to attend to this morning, so I will be accompanying you all into town and seeing you off at the train station."

"That's a shame," said Spencer around a mouthful of food.

She rose from her seat and said rather imperiously, "Gather your belongings and meet in the entryway in half-an-hour."

Katarina cleared her throat with a small cough and asked, "Could we get someone to come to our rooms and escort us there?"

"Yes, I will have a servant come by to gather you five minutes before we're to set out." Then, it was Spencer who had a question, but with his mouth still full of food he just gestured vaguely at his plate with his free hand. "No," Marion said gravely, "we will not pack up any food for you. Unless you want to use some of your reward to pay for it?" Even though the second half of her answer had been positively dripping with sweetness, Spencer grunted something that might have been obscene and went back to cleaning off his plate. "Excellent, since that it is all settled, I'll see you all when we reconvene." Then, Marion pushed back her chair and strode off into one of the mansion's labyrinthine corridors accompanied by her dratini.

"She's really something else, huh?" said Spencer, as he dabbed at his mouth with the corner of the table cloth.

Katarina did not reply, but started to clean up her dishes. When a servant came and swiftly took them off of her hands, she sat back down and asked, "Do you really think that it will work? Going on a train, I mean?"

Since his companion was still preoccupied, Ace took the lead and said, "Spence and I have traveled by rail a couple of times. It ain't the same high living that you get in a place like this, but it's a lot better than hoofing it the way you poor saps have to do to get anywhere."

Spencer nodded in agreement and swallowed his last bite. "Not sure when we'll get to eat like this again, so I'd stock up if I were you."

"No, thank you," Katarina said as she watched Spencer lick his plate clean, "I've lost my appetite." She stood up and retreated upstairs with Exo following close behind. Katarina washed her face and replaced her things in her bag. There was not very much that needed to be done since she had hardly unpacked at all during the entirety of her stay at the Pryor's manor, and she spent the next twenty minutes anxiously alternating between sitting on the bed and pacing the floor. In contrast, Exo had found a seat by the windows and was looking at the world outside without really seeing anything.

A man came by and sharply rapped on the door. Once he had gathered Katarina and Exo, as well as Spencer and Ace from their room across the hall, the servant led the children and pokémon down to the first floor of the mansion. As they walked, Spencer slipped something into Katarina's hand. She looked down blankly at the wad of paper money she was holding and then up at Spencer.

"I talked to Pryor," said Spencer and added with an exaggerated shrug, "this is your half of the reward for finding his growlithe."

"Thanks," Katarina said, and she repeated the word again because she didn't know what else to say. She stuffed the money into her bag and promptly tried to forget about the collection of bills that carried such surprising weight.

At the bottom of the stairs, Marion was waiting for them, the only outward sign betraying her impatience was the small but insistent tapping of her foot on the rug she was standing on. To Katarina's surprise, the other girl was dressed a similar, but not quite the same, outfit that she had been parading around in during her mock pokémon battle with her servant and the much less staged one with Spencer. Her bright hair was tied back in a severe ponytail and her entire ensemble, from her black cap to her boots done in the same color, managed to retain an air of class even while appearing eminently practical.

"What's with the get-up?" asked Spencer. "Don't tell me you're looking for a rematch."

"It's nothing like that!" replied Marion with surprising vehemence, but then she withdrew into herself and what Katarina thought was a guilty look passed between her and the servant who had directed the other children and pokémon from their rooms to the front room. "It's only that I cannot be expected to be dressed in my finest when all I am doing is escorting some commoners to the train station. There's no reason to dirty a dress over such a menial task."

After that explanation, Marion promptly spun on her heal and went outside, her upturned nose leading the rest of her body. Spencer leaned over to Katarina and said in a low voice, "'Commoners'… 'Menial task'… Does she know how to make a guy feel special or what?"

Katarina stifled a giggle and followed Spencer out the door and after the prissy older girl. Marion was directing a team of two servants where to store her luggage in the back of the carriage while the pair of rapidash harnessed to it snorted and pawed at the ground in anticipation for the journey to begin. "Glad you could join us," said Marion when she finally deemed to notice the others. "I'm afraid that you'll have to hold onto your belongings during our trip into town as there is simply no room for them back here. Will that be a problem?" Katarina and Spencer glanced down at their bags in unison and shook their heads as a trunk longer than Katarina was tall was precariously loaded onto the back of the coach. "Good!" said Marion brightly. "Go on, climb in."

"Those poor rapidash," muttered Spencer, but he lifted himself into the carriage and helped Katarina and Exo up after him. Ace said that he wanted the chance to stretch his wings after being cooped up inside for so long and stayed outside, finding a perch by the wagon's driver. The last thing they heard from him before they closed the coach's door behind them was a friendly, "Howdy!" delivered to the impassive servant next to him.

Marion and her dratini joined them not long afterward, evidently satisfied with the arrangement of her luggage, and soon the carriage lurched into motion, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed as the rapidash found their stride and grew accustomed to the weight they were towing. Spencer had lowered his gray cap over his eyes before they had even begun moving and Katarina was trying to admire the scenery passing by out of the window by her seat, but she could not fully enjoy it with Marion looking at her and fidgeting nervously all the while.

"What is it?" asked Katarina when it got to be too much.

"What do you mean?"

Katarina shifted in her seat and said, "You've been looking at me funny for ten minutes. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong!" said Marion with a light airy laugh that was transparently false. When she saw that the other girl was not fooled, Marion's face took on a serious cast and she said with impressive resolve, "I'm coming with you to Tinko City, without my father's knowledge."

A number of questions occurred to Katarina, and from the resulting tangle she could only pick out a single word, "Why?"

After glancing at Spencer to make sure that he was truly asleep, Marion said in a hushed voice, "I want to be a pokémon trainer, a real one who travels and battles and participates in competitions. My father has indulged my dreams to a point, but he's convinced that I'll grow out of it someday, and he has expressly forbidden me to go to the mainland and undergo the customary pokémon journey. I cannot learn how to be a great pokémon trainer participating in staged contests with my servants. Your friend was right."

Spencer lazily lifted his cap up and away from his eyes and smiled sardonically. "What was that you said, Red? Something about me being right?"

Marion snorted, but checked her temper until she was finally calm enough to say, "Yes, you were right. I don't know anything about being a real pokémon trainer, so I'm coming with you to the capital."

"Maybe we don't want you tagging along," suggested Spencer, but from his joking tone, it was clear that he was not seriously trying to discourage the girl.

"We're going to the same place," said Marion and then she sniffed, "and besides I have your train tickets."

"Is your father going to be upset?" asked Katarina.

Marion bit her lip but made a show of waving away the concern. "Father will be furious, and he'll likely take out his anger on some of the servants, but I will not be gone for long and he will see that I have proven myself and have no choice but to let me go on a pokémon journey."

Katarina processed this silently, allowing Exo to put forth his own question, "What is it that you hope to accomplish in Tinko City?"

"Well," Marion began to say, but it took her some effort for her to compose her thoughts before she continued, "I've never been to the capital unaccompanied by my father and my mother. Tinko City isn't terribly far away, but it is enough of a trek that I can show my father that I am capable of a proper journey and that I would be perfectly fine travelling to Kanto and undertaking the league challenge there."

"I think that you using your father's money undercuts your point somewhat," said Spencer from under his peaked cap. Then, the boy uncovered his face and rubbed his eyes and added, "There's a lot more to pokémon training than just taking the train from town to town and collecting badges. You have to know how to rough it in the wild."

Marion was listening intently, but she still made an effort to dismiss Spencer's points with an airy way of her hand and by saying, "And how do you know that? Have you been on a pokémon journey before?"

"No," admitted Spencer with a shrug, "but it's common sense, I think. Besides, you wouldn't get very far with the way you think pokémon battling works."

Marion huffed in a very unladylike fashion and turned her attention to Katarina. "Do you think that you'll want to travel after you get a pokémon from Professor Oak?"

"I don't know," Katarina said. "I mean, it sounds like it would be fun to travel around and see new people and places, but I would have to be away from my family and our farm for a long time."

"If it's money that's a problem, I'm sure that-"

But Katarina shook her head before the older girl could finish offering her charity. "That's not it, well, not all of it."

Spencer resumed napping and Katarina and Marion continued to talk, with the pokémon in the carriage offering additions when they thought it prudent. Marion was in the middle of describing some of the shops that she had visited with her mother the last time that she was in Tinko City when the vehicle lurched to a halt. They waited in silence for a few minutes, and then Ace came back to perch on the bottom of the coach's open window.

"What's wrong?" asked Katarina, and Spencer echoed her question a split second later.

"Not sure," the spearow said. "There's an injured pokémon out in the middle of the road making a fuss and asking for passage to the nearest town."

"What?" exclaimed Marion and she brusquely forced her way out of the carriage. "We don't have any time to spare on riffraff!" Her dratini, Wanda, dutifully followed her outside, landing with on the surface of the dirt road with a heavy thump. Since they were curious as well and the interior of the stopped coach held no enlightenment for them, Katarina and Spencer trailed after Marion and her pokémon.

They rounded the side of the wagon and emerged past the pair of harnessed rapidash who were snorting and stamping at the ground impatiently. From his perch on the coach, the driver was politely but firmly insisting that the pokémon who was blocking the road get out of the way, only to be met with a constant stream of wheedling pleas and excuses. Said pokémon was a plump creature adorned with brown-gray feathers and a white underbelly. He was leaning on a walking stick tipped with green in order to keep himself upright, but despite the words that were coming out of his beak, Katarina did not trust him.

She was hardly alone. None of the members of the traveling party had a sympathetic ear to spare for the dumpy little pokémon, but even though he had to be aware of that fact, he kept trying to make his case. "Please, I am but a poor old traveler." He stopped to cough for dramatic effect, and then went on, "You have plenty of room for little old me. It will cost you nothing, but you will have my undying friendship as a reward."

"Not going to happen," said Marion curtly. "Let's get moving, Mikhail."

The driver nodded and grabbed the reins but before he could spur the rapidash into action, Katarina said, "Wait! Why can't we help him? Even if he does try to do something bad, there's only one of him."

"Bless you, dear child," the pokémon in question said, failing to keep the joy out of the obviously affected feebleness in his voice.

Spencer cut him off before the little pokémon could launch into another monologue. "This guy's a total con artist, trust me, doll."

"How can you tell?"

"He's switched which leg he's favoring three times since we've been out here." Spencer laughed brightly and said, "Look, as one professional to another, you really have to work on your scam. Everything about you screams 'don't trust me!'. I don't know what your game is, but whatever it is you're after, you've gotta work on your acting, your presentation, all of it. That's your best weapon, especially since you don't have the muscle to try and knock over an entire stagecoach or whatever on your own."

"You think so?" asked the pokémon without the slightest trace of disappointment that he had been found out. If anything, he sounded downright cheerful.

Marion stomped her foot on the dusty ground. "Enough talking! We have a train to catch! Mikhail! Have the rapidash singe his tail feathers! That should get him out of our way."

"Seems like a little much," said Spencer, but he took a healthy step backwards and pulled Katarina after him.

Mikhail the driver whistled sharply and the two rapidash opened their mouths in perfect harmony and shot out identical licks of flame at the pokémon in front of them. The attacks were nothing serious, intended only to get the would-be hitchhiker moving, and move he did, but not in the way that Marion and her coachman had intended. Instead of fleeing the fiery assault, the pokémon swung his walking stick and deftly deflected the flames with a powerful swing of his weapon.

He then darted forward to charge straight at one of the rapidash, prompting another pair of attacks from the larger pokémon, consisting of much more powerful gouts of flame. The rapidash that was breathing fire crosswise at its smaller foe could not hit him without also hitting its ally, but the target of the foolish charge had no issues with exhausting its reservoir of flame in a single explosive burst.

To the surprise of everyone present, the attack did not reduce the strange pokémon to ashes. Instead, he threw his walking stick into the attack, splitting the line of fire to either side of him and hitting the rapidash square in the face with his projectile. The startled pokémon took a step back and whinnied in pain and confusion as its attacker retrieved his weapon. The rapidash was further startled when it backed into the body of the carriage and turned around to try and look at what was behind it, but this pulled the harness tightly around the other rapidash, which started snapping at its companion, leaving Mikhail the driver to struggle to get the two panicking pokémon back under control.

"Give me your valuables, all of them," the pokémon said as he dusted off his walking stick, "and I'll let you go on your way."

Marion's face made it clear what she thought of the ultimatum, but it was Katarina who spoke. "What kind of pokémon are you?" she asked in an awed tone of voice.

"He is a farfetch'd," Exo said as stepped forward from the rear of the group. "His name is Endo."

"Ah, Exo, fancy meeting you here," Endo said, sparing only a short glance away from the still-squabbling rapidash.

Katarina asked, "You know him?"

"We have crossed paths a number of times in the past," said Exo tonelessly. "He's a wandering pokémon like myself."

"Only instead of living off of the fat of the land like good Exo here," the farfetch'd interjected, "I prefer to rely on my wits."

Exo shook his head. "He means to say that he steals from the weak and gullible, not just for survival but for sport as well."

"Call it what you like, but I am what I am." The rapidash had been brought back under Mikhail's control, although they were still grunting in anger and pulling on their reins. "Call them off, Exo, and let's settle this pokémon to pokémon."

Marion blurted out, "This is ridiculous! My father's rapidash are more than enough to take care of him!" She started to give Mikhail and the pokémon a command, but she was stunned into silence by the soft "thwip" sound of Endo slicing through one of the leather straps harnessing the rapidash with the surprisingly sharp edge of his walking stick.

"Let Exo and I settle this, girl, or else you'll have a pair of runaway rapidash to deal with." The farfetch'd looked and sounded far more innocent than he had any right to as he held his weapon dangerously close to another part of the harness, but he allowed himself a chuckle as he added, "And, let me tell you, you aren't going to catch either of these rapidash before your train leaves."

All eyes were on Marion. Under the weight of their expectations, the red-haired girl threw up her hands and said, "Fine!"

"At least you'll get a chance to see a real pokémon battle," offered Spencer helpfully, but Marion stared daggers at him.

"It is not really a pokémon battle," Exo said as he walked onto the dirt road opposite where Endo was now standing. "It is more of a duel. It is not only about strength. It is a matter of honor."

"And if I win, I get all of your things," said Endo, but he quickly abandoned his joking demeanor and adopted a combat stance. His walking stick was held in both of his wings and the farfetch'd stood up as straight as his round body would allow him. Exo mirrored his actions, only with his bone as his weapon instead.

The two pokémon walked toward each other and stopped when there was about three yards of distance between them. Then, Exo and Endo bowed low to each other. The two of them then took their weapons of choice and lowered them into the earth and they walked in slow, deliberate strides in a complete lap of the circle that they traced in the dirt. When they reached the spot where they had started from, the cubone and the farfetch'd held up their weapons again and bowed again.

"What are they doing?" asked Marion, but she was quickly shushed by Katarina, Spencer, Ace, and even her own Wanda.

Exo and Endo emerged from their bows as mirror images, but the instant that their eyes met, the illusion was broken. Endo lunged suddenly forward with a thrust of his walking stick that Exo batted away with a counter-clockwise spin of his club.

"Nice," said Spencer under his breath.

Exo kept his guard up as he and Endo circled around the perimeter of their makeshift arena. There were no taunts or insults exchanged between the two warriors. This was far too serious a matter for such childish things. There was a pause in their silent dance, and a split-second later Endo threw himself at Exo with a wild downward stroke of his stick that met Exo's bone club with a resounding crack. Exo tried to kick at his foe with one of his stout legs, but the farfetch'd leapt backwards out of reach. Endo responded with a few elementary swings, but each attack was easily met by Exo. None of Endo's wild thrusts or slashes made his opponent take a single step back.

The dueling pokémon's audience was largely silent, so when Endo stumbled and caught himself on his walking stick, their gasps were the only sound besides Exo and Endo's heavy breathing. Despite the show of weakness, Exo held back and did not attack. Instead, he waited until Endo had caught his breath and resumed his fighting stance.

"Thought you might finally fall for that," said Endo with a smile on his yellow beak.

"I thought you might have gotten old."

The farfetch'd laughed at that, but before the sound had even left his beak, he was in motion again, thrusting his weapon forward in a deadly pattern of attacks that Katarina and the others struggled to follow. Exo met every attack with small economic motions of his club, blunting each individual segment of the sustained assault without matching their intensity. It was a nearly-identical strategy to the one that he had employed to hold off the nidorino that had accosted Katarina four days earlier. As Endo's attacks kept coming, Exo started to allow himself to move backwards in small retreats, as much as he could afford given the small space of the arena he and Endo shared inside of the circle.

An additional minute of flurried blows might have seen Endo break through Exo's defenses or it might have been enough to force the cubone past the line in the dirt, but there was no way to know for sure. Endo pulled back from his attack and stood still save for his rapidly rising and falling chest. The farfetch'd was watching Exo, studying him, while the cubone did the same to him. Then, Endo knelt on the ground and thrust his walking stick into the ground.

"I yield."

Exo nodded once and lowered his own weapon. Then, the cubone walked over to his foe and offered him a paw to help him up. Endo meekly accepted the help to his feet and then pumped the other pokémon's paw up and down three times in rapid succession.

"You've still got it, Exo," the farfetch'd chattered excitedly. "One of these days I'm going to find the chink in your armor though, and then it'll be a different story."

"What's going on?" asked Katarina, but no one had an answer for her.

Exo had walked his defeated opponent to the edge of the dirt road and was saying, "I am sure you will one day, Endo. How many times have we dueled now?"

"This was our one-hundredth encounter," said Endo immediately. "And I still have only a lone victory to my name."

Exo offered some words of comfort, and that surprised Katarina even more than Endo's sudden and graceful defeat. Then the farfetch'd shouldered his walking stick and, after waving a hearty goodbye to everyone, vanished into the trees lining the dirt road.

"Wait, you fought that farfetch'd a hundred times and he only won once?" asked Katarina as they climbed back into the carriage. "Why did he challenge you to then? He had to know that he would lose."

Exo settled in his seat and rested his club up against the wall of the coach before he answered, "Endo may be a brigand, but he has his own code of honor. I am happy every time that we cross paths and cross blades."

"I'm just glad he didn't try anything funny," Marion said with a huff.

"How do you know he didn't?" asked Spencer. "Maybe you should count and make sure that all of your luggage is still in the back." When it looked like Marion was actually considering ordering the carriage to stop again to do just that, Spencer groaned, "It was a joke!" and retreated back under the shade of his cap.

"It's probably fine," Marion said more to herself than to anyone else. "Besides, we do have to make up for lost time if we want to catch our train. Mikhail! Faster!"

Katarina's stomach lurched as the carriage suddenly picked up speed, driven by the team of rapidash and Mikhail's colorful exhortations for them to go even faster. But soon she was enjoying the pace and watching the scene of Tinko's natural beauty unfold before her eyes through the window of the coach. Woods turned to rolling fields and those turned to farms, all interspersed with snatches of conversation with her fellow passengers. Soon enough, the carriage pulled off of the dirt road and onto the rough uneven street of gravel of town. A sign swung by the road that they were taking that read "Pryortown". Marion did her best not to appear overly pleased about that particular landmark.

There was hardly any time to appreciate the sights of the quaint but bustling town, however. They were running late, that much was obvious from the insistent whistle of the train in the station. Since her family's name was visible from practically every street corner, Marion felt no compunctions about directing Mikhail to pull her carriage up as close to the train as he could manage and felt no sympathy for the pedestrians and other vehicles that would be in their way.

After barreling through the center of the town, they had slowed nearly to a stop. "Mikhail! Can't you just burn up that farmer's cart?" Marion was leaning out of the side of the coach, holding on with one hand while the other secured her hat to her head, and scowling at the plodding pace of the traffic in front of them. "My father will buy him a new one!"

The train whistle blew again and Spencer got out of his seat, slung his bag over his shoulder, and pushed past Marion. His opening the door she was hanging onto earned him a shriek of indignation. "We're probably within walking distance, Red," Spencer said and hopped down to the street. "Thanks for the lift," he said and flipped a small silver coin at Mikhail who caught it and pocketed it in one wordless motion. Ace took off from his perch on the carriage and flew over to join Spencer. Katarina and Exo followed suit and soon Marion and her dratini were left looking foolish as the others started weaving through the busy streets of Pryortown and started to vanish into the crowd.

The train was just about to leave when Katarina, Exo, Spencer, and Ace made it to the station. They moved to board it, but were stopped by the conductor and his single-word question, "Tickets?"

"Ah, look," Spencer said as the start of some elaborate yarn, but they were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Stop the train! Stop the train!" Marion was crying as she dragged a heavy-looking trunk after her. When she saw people staring at her on the track and from the train, the girl straightened her posture and tried to look as dignified as she could while pulling the cumbersome piece of luggage after her. "I am Marion of the House Pryor. They are my retinue. My father said we are to travel to Tinko City on family business."

The conductor took the note that Marion produced and studied it carefully, especially lingering on the parts where Marion had made some hasty edits to references to the number of passengers the ticket was covering. "Ain't your father worried about you traveling without any chaperone, Miss Marion?"

"Oh, yes, ah, well, don't let his looks deceive you, but that girl's cubone is my bodyguard."

"He's not my-"

The rest of Katarina's sentence was drowned out by a burst of the train's whistle and the conductor waved them aboard while bellowing out, "All aboard! Last call for Tinko City!"

Chapter Six
Being on a train was a new experience for Katarina and she was eager to explore the locomotive rattling along the tracks laid for it. But before she could do so, Marion insisted on taking them to their seats. Although there were plenty of open seats and privacy if they wanted it, Marion was clearly disappointed to find that her family name had not procured for her and her entourage a private train car. "This is an outrage," Marion fumed to herself as she struggled to maneuver her over-sized trunk into the space between two rows of stiff, uncomfortable seats, "an utter outrage."

In-between her grumbling, Spencer and Ace offered conflicting pieces of advice for how Marion could fit her trunk into the narrow confines afforded by the train's design. From the way that the two were hiding their snickers every time that the girl's luggage banged against an obstacle and got stuck, Katarina knew that they weren't counseling Marion out of any actual desire to help her. She thought about offering her assistance, but Katarina's curiosity about the train overcame her, and, besides, as Marion's frustration mounted, it was likely that the last thing she would want was another voice offering guidance. So, Katarina started toward the door leading to the front of the train. "Come on, Exo," she said, and the cubone followed her wordlessly past the napping conductor and his watchful growlithe.

Despite its flimsy appearance, the door was stuck, and it took Katarina three tries to pull it loose and step outside. She was greeted by the wind whipping wildly at her clothes and her hair flying all over her face, and that was even with the body of the train car in front of her blocking her from the brunt of the wind. Katarina's feet were unsteady as the train shook and swayed on the tracks, and she gratefully clung to the railings for support. It was a terrifying yet exhilarating feeling and Katarina closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the turbulent air that rushed in to fill her lungs.

When she opened them, Katarina saw that her companion was not taking the new experience nearly so well. Exo was holding onto the railing for dear life and, even then, his feet were constantly shifting to try and find solid footing on a surface that would not allow it. Worst of all, the skin around Exo's eyes, which was all that Katarina could see of his face behind his mask, were pale. Exo's silence was not his usual stoicism, but sheer discomfort, maybe even fear, as he stared at the ground rushing by at tremendous speed. Fortunately for the diminutive pokémon, the next door was not as stubborn as that of the train car that the others had set up shop in, and Katarina was able to pull it open and usher Exo inside without much trouble. Certainly, there was no resistance on Exo's part as Katarina guided by the arm him through the door.

Once they were inside again, the cubone seemed to recover some of his confidence, but Exo still looked very shaken from the experience and, as he caught his breath, he was clutching to the armrest of his chair like a drowning man would cling to a piece of driftwood. Katarina stood next to him and waited for him to recuperate and took the time to look around at their new surroundings. This train car was largely identical to the one they had just left, and none of the passengers there paid any mind to the new arrivals. That was fine with Katarina, as she was content to be ignored and observe. There was a wide array of pokémon and people who appeared to be from all sections of Tinko's geography and society.

A well-dressed man was sitting a row in front of them with his hand resting on the head of his persian. The persian opened one of its piercing eyes to study Katarina and Exo, but it dismissed them as unimportant and went back to its nap. Further up, there was a family of five without any pokémon among them. The three boys, all younger than Katarina, were running up and down the aisles and roughhousing while their mother and father did their best to try and get them back under control. Their shrieks and laughter echoed throughout the confined space of the train car and the din accentuated Exo's discomfort.

"Can we sit down, Katarina?" he asked, and she helped him up into one of the seats opposite the man with the persian and out of the path of the running children.

"Are you okay?" asked Katarina and she pulled herself into the chair across from Exo so that she could look at him.

Exo did not say anything at first, then he looked away from the window showing the outside world through dirty and coal-smudged glass and back to Katarina. "I'm fine." Then, he added, insistently, "Honestly, I am fine, just a little unwell."

Katarina didn't look convinced, but she put a brave face on it and said with a smile, "Okay, I believe you. I don't understand why you were so affected by it though. You were okay on the wagon ride from Marion's house."

"That was different. The speed of rapidash is natural, but no one was supposed to travel this fast, pokémon or human."

A shrug was all that Katarina offered her companion by the way of sympathy. "I think it's great! We can get to Tinko City and Professor Oak in no time at all, and maybe I can even get home the same way if there are any tracks close enough to the farm. I need to ask Marion about that." Katarina started to stand up, but Exo weakly grasped at her arm and she let herself be stopped.

"Can we just rest for a few minutes? Please?"

Katarina sat back down and said, "Okay." Then, "You really didn't like it out there, did you?"

Exo shook his head. "No, it was too fast, much too fast." He looked back out the window for a second and then away again. His voice held a wistful quality to it when Exo said, "I have traveled across Tinko my entire life. I have seen the mountains in the west and walked the shores on the coast. I have been around for many years, Katarina, and I have seen many things. I have seen war scar this land and I have seen the pokémon and the people of Tinko struggle to heal those wounds and learn from them. But there have been many changes."

"That's right," Katarina agreed. She had not even been alive, but the young girl had acquired her memories of the fighting second-hand from her parents, in their stories and the conversations that had passed between them when they thought that Katarina could not hear, or understand. She had joined her mother in lighting a candle in prayer for the uncles that she had never met and seen her father's old uniform hanging limply in the closet. These were only faint echoes of the war, but also the closest things that Katarina had of it, and so she had held onto them. Katarina had learned how to do that from her parents too.

"Pokémon and people do not always see eye-to-eye," continued Exo in his same far-off tone of voice. "The nidorino from the woods was eager to prey upon you and thought little of me when he believed that I was your pokémon, but he still recognized that you had food and he did not." The cubone glanced over at Katarina. "Were you afraid of the nidorino?"

"Yes," said Katarina. "He was mean and scary and, and dangerous." She shook her head in a flurry of blonde hair. "I'm sorry."

Exo held up one of his paws and said, "Don't be. You knew that you were in his territory as an intruder. Your fear was a form of respect. Pokémon and people can keep their distance, but both sides can also work together. Ace and Spencer are a team, even if what they do is deceitful, and the humans who train their pokémon to compete in battles or to help with farm work are partners too." His monologue stopped abruptly as Exo noticed Katarina staring at him with her soft brown eyes.

"I don't think I've ever heard you talk this much," said Katarina with an infectious smile.

"Well," Exo said while he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable, "it helps me not to think about how fast we are going."

"Please, keep talking."

Exo looked out the window again and watched the landscape fly by as much as he could stand before he turned his attention back to Katarina. "These trains are what happens when humans try to control the environment instead of live with it. No matter how many machop and machoke they employ to lay down the tracks crisscrossing this land, it does not change the fact that those who lost their homes were not considered. I have met them, pokémon and people alike, and heard their stories. It seems that the lesson that many took from the war was that they need to imitate their conquerors and replace grass and wood with metal and stone.

"I have been to Tinko City before. I fear that I have seen what the future holds. You will see it too."

Katarina did not say anything for a few minutes. She did not know what to say. She tried to look outside and see the beauty of Tinko, sights that she might have never witnessed if it was not for her going on this journey, but after Exo's lecture her eyes could not help but focus on the smudged window instead of the beauty that lay beyond it.

Fortunately, Exo soon looked up at her and he said, "I'm feeling better now. We can go back to the others," and Katarina helped him down to the floor. The two of them walked back to the train car that held the rest of their group. The cubone braced himself before Katarina threw open the door to the outside, and he crossed the threshold between the two sections of the train and got back inside, all without looking down at the ground passing violently underneath them.

Katarina followed Exo through the door and closed it behind her. Whatever lethargy had been imparted to her by Exo's dire words and the stuffy heat of the train car had been undone as soon as she had felt the first licks of cold wind whip across her bare arms, legs, and face. The others had solved the problem of the air growing too hot and musty in the enclosed train car by opening the window by their seats. Marion and Spencer were in the middle of some kind of game set up on a simple metal tray on Spencer's lap when Katarina and Exo had returned, and Katarina asked what they were doing.

"It's a simple game of chance," said Spencer in the same friendly patter that Katarina had heard enough times to know that it was nothing of the sort. "I put the ball under one of these three cups, try to mix it up, and then Red here has to guess where it is. If she's right, I give her some money. If she's wrong, she gives me some money."

"It's not about chance," Marion said curtly without looking away from the trio of small wooden cups arrayed in front of her, "it's about observation. I just have to pay very close attention and I can figure out where he put it."

It didn't sound like a particularly interesting or fun game, but Katarina did not have a lot of alternatives for entertainment, so she took a seat across the aisle from the others and watched them play. Marion's hand hovered over one of the cups but Wanda, her dratini, said in a whisper, "Not that one," and the girl's hand drifted over to another one of the identical wooden cups.

"This one," she said solemnly and tapped insistently on the top of the cup with her pointer finger.

Spencer said, "Let's see how observant you are," and he lifted up the cup with a flourish only to reveal the empty space of the tray. "Not this time, Red. Wanna go again?"

"Yes," said Marion instantly and she handed over a bill of paper money to Spencer's greedy grasp. After he had been paid, the boy gave an indulgent smile, picked up the cups, and theatrically produced a small red ball in his hand and slipped it underneath one of the cups and then started shuffling them around. Katarina tried to keep an eye on the cup that she thought contained the ball, but in Spencer's capable hands the individual cups were lost in a flurry of motion. Marion and her pokémon looked thoroughly engrossed in the game, but Katarina just could not stay interested in it.

She stood up without saying a word, but then the train gave a lurch over a particularly treacherous stretch of track and Katarina yelped and grabbed for the nearest thing to steady herself, which happened to be Ace. The spearow let out a startled squawk followed by a harsh cough, and then Ace spat out something that bounced off of the metal tray and into Marion's lap. The girl looked disgusted, but then her mouth tightened into a small thin line and she picked up the little red ball that Ace had coughed up.

"What's this?" Marion asked in a deceptively calm tone of voice.

"Ace!" gasped Spencer. "How did you get that in your mouth? Say, thanks, Katarina! He could have choked on that! You saved his life!" No one was buying what that Spencer was trying to sell, however, and he quickly trailed off into guilty silence.

If he was worried about being chastised, Spencer was instead pleasantly surprised. Rather than harsh words, Marion only said, in a cloyingly sweet voice, "You'll be giving me all of my money back now."

"Hey now, Red, don't kid yourself. I didn't break any of the rules. I just said that you had to find out where the ball was. You were the one who assumed it was under one of the cups."

Marion's smile didn't falter, if anything it grew wider, and she said in that same pleasant voice, "Give me my money back or I'll have you thrown off this train. And I don't mean at the next stop."

"You're bluffing, there's no way-"

Marion whistled sharply at the conductor who was dozing at the front of the train car with his growlithe. The mustached man awoke with a start and looked around the car with bleary, sleep-encrusted eyes before alighting on Marion and the others. He started to his feet and Spencer quickly turned away from watching him and back to Marion. "Fine, fine," he hissed. "I'll give you your money back."

"Now."

The conductor was only two aisles away now, and Spencer begrudgingly but quickly stuffed his hands into the pockets of his heavy gray coat and pulled out a fistful of crumpled up bills and handed them over to Marion.

"Is there a problem here, children?" asked the conductor.

"No problem here, sir," said Spencer and Ace was quick to nod in agreement.

The conductor didn't say anything to either of them, but instead looked to Marion for confirmation. The red-haired girl did not look up from the stack of money that she was sorting through and said, "I thought that I saw a rattata on the train, but it must have only been my imagination."

It was not the best of explanations, but Marion delivered it with such nonchalance that the conductor could only scratch his head and return to his seat muttering his confusion under his breath.

"That was actually pretty good, huh, Spence?" remarked Ace, which earned the bird a smile from Marion and a knock on the head from Spencer.

"Yeah, yeah, very impressive," grumbled Spencer. But then a familiar gleam came to his eyes and he added, "Since you have all the money, Red, I think that you ought to pay for lunch, don't you?"

Marion snorted. "Didn't you get enough to eat at breakfast? You certainly weren't shy about doing your best to empty out my father's larder."

"What can I say? Dealing with you is hard work!"

Both Marion and Spencer looked to Katarina for support, and the young girl shied away and tried to look anywhere else. In the end, though, her stomach overruled her reluctance to get involved, and she admitted, "I'm fairly hungry as well."

Marion threw her hair over her shoulder and thrust her nose into the air. "Fine. I'll go and find some food for you lot, but don't you go growing accustomed to it." Then she rose out of her seat and strode out of the train car with all of the bearing of her breeding while Wanda slithered dutifully after her.

"Have a seat, Katarina," said Spencer as he patted the space that Marion had just vacated. "Put up your feet for a while."

It sounded like a good idea, so Katarina took Spencer up on his offer and dropped into the stiff chair. "Why are you so mean to Marion?"

"I'm mean to her?"

"Yes, you are," said Katarina firmly. The exaggerated offense on Spencer's face was quickly replaced with a sour expression, but he let her continue, "You're always making fun of her and you tried to take her money even after she helped us by getting us onto this train."

"I don't remember asking her to tag along," countered Spencer.

Katarina sighed and asked, "Could you at least try to be nicer to her?"

One of his hands took off his cap and the other raked through his dark hair, but Spencer said, "Fine. You know what, I'm going to apologize to her as soon as she comes back with our food."

No sooner had the words left his mouth that the door to the train car opened with a rushing of wind and slammed close again with a resounding bang. The travelers craned their necks, but instead of Marion and her dratini, they saw a harried-looking man in a conductor's uniform. He shook his coworker awake and then announced to the drowsy man and the passengers, "We have a koffing outbreak up ahead. Anyone with pokémon is asked to keep an eye out for any of those toxic creatures. Thank you for remaining calm." Then the man sprinted down the aisle of the car to pass on his warning to the rest of the train.

Once he was gone, Katarina turned to Spencer and the pokémon and asked, "What's a koffing?"

"It's a poisonous pokémon that gets made by trains and the coal that they burn," was Spencer's answer.

"They're no big deal, just a part of traveling by rail," added Ace with a dismissive wave of his wing.

Exo appeared as though he wanted to argue with that, but he did not speak. Instead, the cubone was content to look meaningfully at Katarina.

There was no time to linger on it, however. One of the other passengers, Katarina did not know who, said, "Here they come," and everyone's eyes went to the windows.

The train went around a bend and everyone struggled to keep their balance as the car was suddenly blanketed in a stream of black smoke. There was movement in the smoke, and Katarina screamed when she saw a face on a round limbless body that was a noxious shade of purple slam into one of the windows with a heavy thump. She was not the only one. It was only for a split second, but then the strange creature smiled and then bounced off of the surface of the glass to disappear back into the smoke and, from there, no one could say for sure where it would end up.

Just when the panicked screams stopped, there was the sound of a muffled explosion that set off a fresh round of confusion. The mustached conductor had opened the window nearest him just a crack and was lifting up his growlithe to the open space. The furry pokémon was emitting small blasts of fire from his mouth at the koffing that were passing by, and one of those attacks had connected. Katarina and the others were watching when another burst connected with a koffing flying by and the spherical pokémon did not even have enough time to register that it was under attack before it detonated with a boom that rattled the train car.

"Nothing to worry about, folks!" the conductor bellowed over the din as his growlithe took shots at more of the dozens of koffing that were streaming past. "Just Sparky and I trying to clean up after ourselves."

Nobody was completely reassured, not even Spencer and Ace, who had both been so flippant about the koffing just minutes before. The air inside of the train car grew smoky and soot blackened the walls and the chairs, as well as the people and pokémon aboard it. There was too much of the thick black smoke filling up the space for it to only be coming from the opening made by the conductor. This occurred to Katarina only a split second before a koffing bounded into the train car's interior through the open window by where Katarina and Spencer were sitting.

The round koffing floated through the train car to the choked surprise and horror of the passengers. Every time that the koffing made contact with a surface whether it be wall or ceiling, its round body gave way a tiny bit and then it launched off in the opposite direction. It was so near to her when it passed over Katarina's head that Katarina could see that its purple body was partially translucent and inside of it was a swirling maelstrom of gases. She could also smell the foul stench that it was giving off through the craterous pores all over its body.

The growlithe in the conductor's arms barked at the intruder and made to attack the koffing with its fiery breath. Before it could do so, Ace flapped his wings mightily and sent a column of smoke into the eyes and down the throat of the growlithe, making the little pokémon's violent barks turn to strangled, hacking coughs.

"Are you crazy?" Ace shouted at the other pokémon. "If you blast that koffing, you'll blow us all up!"

"Then what do we do?" Katarina asked.

It was Spencer's turn to join the yelling. "We'll have to push it back out the window!"

But that was easier said than done with the koffing still arcing around the train car without any sense of rhyme or reason. None of the other passengers were inclined to help. Instead, they did their best to shy away from the koffing and hope that someone else would solve the problem.

Exo's silence did not mean that he was averse to action, and the cubone landed the first blow against the trespassing koffing with a mighty throw of his bone club. The weapon bashed into the koffing's round body and interrupted its path through the air by sending the poisonous pokémon towards the back of the train car. Its beady little eyes narrowed in anger, but there was no intelligence behind them and the only thing it said in response to the assault was a deep bellowing, "Koffing!" It was still incapable of controlling its movements in the air, and so it was an easy target for a repeat of Exo's previous attack.

The koffing flew backwards again, but it quickly ran out of space and hit the wall of the train car over its rear-facing door. Before it could bounce off of it more than a few inches, Exo threw his club again and the koffing slammed into the wall again. As soon as his weapon was back in his paw, Exo did it again, silently and furiously battering the unnatural pokémon into submission.

"Exo!" said Katarina, but she had to repeat his name twice more before Exo ceased his volley of attacks. Once he had stopped and the abused koffing started to weakly float back up the aisle, she said, "We need to push it back out the window!"

That made Exo stop and he reluctantly let the koffing drift away from the wall that it had been battered against. When it moved too slowly for his tastes, the cubone ducked underneath it and batted at it with the top of his bone club to help it along. Now that its trajectory was not random, people were not as afraid of the strange pokémon. They shrank back from it and glared at it, but there was not the same level of panic as before. The koffing boomed at them with the only word that it seemed to know, but it was an empty threat. When the koffing was parallel with the window, Ace flapped off of the chair where he had been perched and rammed the unnatural pokémon to readjust its trajectory and send it toward the still-open window. It took a few more violent adjustments, but eventually Ace pushed the koffing back outside into the dissipating fog of black smoke.

Katarina and Spencer were on hand to quickly close the window, and once it was sealed everyone in the train car breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, kids," said the conductor and he quickly went back to his seat and promptly closed his eyes and began to doze again.

"That happens every time that this train goes from town to town?" asked Katarina incredulously.

Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but his mind quickly changed tack when he heard the door to the train car open and he saw Marion and Wanda come inside. "Oh, look, Red's back!"

He went up to her, but Marion pulled the bag of sandwiches that she was carrying decisively out of reach. "What happened here?" she demanded, unkindly but not consciously so.

Katarina noticed that, even with the smoke mostly dissipated through the open door, everything, and everyone, was covered with a layer of black soot. Spencer looked down at his filthy hands and shrugged. "Things got a little hairy in here. We had a little bit of a koffing problem to deal with." Before Marion could react, Spencer lunged for the bag and swiped it from her and pulled out a sandwich for him. He tossed one to Katarina as well and another to Exo. "Catch!"

"Ugh, you're getting the food all dirty," said Marion and she took the sack of food back. Spencer did not seem to care, though, and took a bite of mingled meat, bread, cheese, and coal dust. "In fact," Marion said as she looked inside of the bag and saw all of the damage that he had done to the rest of the sandwiches, "take the rest of them too."

"Thanks!" said Spencer around his mouthful of food. He caught Katarina's eye and winked at her. Then he swallowed and said, loud enough for Katarina to hear every ounce of forced sincerity in his voice, "Red, I mean, Marion, uh, sorry about, you know, everything. My making fun of you was totally uncalled for, way out of line."

Marion blinked her big blue eyes at him and only then did his words register. But her mind was still distracted by Spencer's layer of grime and filth so she only said, "Don't mention it, please," and went to look for the closest thing to a clean chair that she could find in the train car.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" asked Katarina when Spencer rejoined her and the pokémon.

"No, I guess it wasn't," Spencer admitted as he held a piece of bread out to Ace and let the bird nibble on it. "She'd better start acting a lot nicer to me though, maybe even apologize."

Katarina shook her head. "Apologize for what?"

"Well, there's the whole way that she thinks that she's better than other people." Katarina waited, and Spencer couldn't resist flashing his trademark grin and adding, "Plus she cost me a lot of money today."

"Money that you practically stole from her!"

Ace finished his piece of bread and piped up, "Now that you mention it, Spence, it was Katarina here who grabbed me and blew our scam, er, game."

"That is a good point," Spencer said as he stroked his chin. "Maybe you're the one who owes me an apology."

"What?"

"Or you could repay the money that I lost," offered Spencer, "whichever one comes easier to you."

"You said that I saved Ace's life! Doesn't that make up for it?"

Katarina kept eating and arguing with Spencer and Ace and enjoying herself. She failed to notice that Exo had slinked away from the rest of the group and found a seat on the floor between two rows of chairs and was struggling in vain to clean his bone club. But no matter how hard he worked on it, the cubone only managed to smear the soot around without coming close to restoring his weapon, his heirloom, back to its previous off-white color.

Chapter Seven
It was not until the train reached Tinko City that Katarina and the others could even begin to think about getting washed up, which meant that she and the other were covered in filthy coal dust for hours. The soot soiled everything that they touched, and their lungs were under constant assault by the dust that still lingered in the air of the cramped train car. Even Marion and Wanda, who had avoided the brunt of the smoke and the koffing attack, were subjected to enough of the residual soot that they were scarcely in a better condition than their travel companions.

The motley group of children and pokémon stepped off of their train at one of the three platforms of Tinko City's central train station with an agreed upon set of priorities. First, they would wash up, then they would find somewhere to stay, and then they could get something to eat. Marion in particular had not eaten anything since breakfast and had spent the last half of the eight-hour journey in a foul mood, snapping at Spencer and Katarina, even when the other girl was just trying to make peace.

Fortunately, they disembarked before the antagonism between the Marion and Spencer could boil over into outright violence. But the city itself raised a whole new problem for the group; one of logistics. They hailed a carriage to taxi them to the nearest hotel and set off down the paved streets of the capital. Katarina's neck hurt from craning it upwards to look at the tallest buildings that she had ever seen before, but she couldn't help herself. Tinko City was the capital of the whole region and after the war its architects and city planners had worked to make sure that it lived up to that lofty title. The four- or even five-story buildings closest to the train station were imposing obelisks of dull concrete that lacked much in the way of ornamentation that might hint at what went on behind their unforgiving façades. From what she could glean from the conversation between Marion and the cab driver, Katarina thought that they held businesses whose customers were not ordinary people who might walk in off of the street but men of means and influence, from Kanto and beyond. It was certainly a far cry from the general stores, family-owned specialty shops, and vendors that she had seen thus far on her trip.

As their driver and his emaciated rapidash with its mane of feebly flickering flames took them deeper into the heart of the city, the buildings did not lose any of their height but they became marginally warmer and gave signs of life from flowers kept in windowsills or clothes hanging from lines strung up between buildings. Harried-looking men and women populated the streets along with small pockets of playing children who looked only marginally less dirty than Katarina and the others. Marion did not look pleased by the sights, and she let her running talk with the cab driver fall off so that she could focus her energies more properly on pouting.

The clip-clop of the rapidash's hooves on the cobblestone streets was starting to lull Katarina to sleep, even with the bumps and jolts of the wagon as it traversed the uneven surface of the city, when the group came to a gentle stop. The neighborhood that they disembarked into was of a wealthier character than some of those that they had passed through, much of it embodied by the hotel itself.

It was an impressively tall and wide building, but it lacked the stark utility of the office buildings that blotted out the setting sun and the emerging stars over Tinko City. Instead, the hotel was done up in a garish imitation of the kind of manor in which Marion's family lived. There was not any one thing in particular that set Katarina's teeth on edge, but the combination of the bunting and the font on the sign and more that added up to something false. Its obnoxious advertisement of its own hospitality made Katarina uneasy, but none of the others remarked on it, so she remained silent as well.

Marion hopped off the cab, followed in quick succession by the pokémon and other children, and paid the driver. The man tipped his cap at them all and said thank you, and then he and his plodding rapidash went off in search of their next fare. Marion did not see any of that, for as soon as the money had left her hand, she had turned her attention to the hotel and boldly strode up to its high double-doors and led her companions inside.

The inside of the hotel matched its exterior in its substance and style, right down to the smiling woman at the front desk. She was wearing more makeup than anyone that Katarina had ever seen before, and her fingernails were long and painted a deep red. Her smile split her face when she saw the filth-encrusted assembly approach her desk. "Why, hello there, children!" she cooed. "How can I help you this evening?"

Drawing up to her full height and puffing out her chest, Marion said, "My name is Marion Pryor and I would like to request lodging for myself and my entourage."

When the smiling expression of the woman behind the desk did not shrink, Marion's confidence began to deflate. That concession seemed to signal something to the receptionist, because it was only then that she said, "Of course, I can put you and your little friends up, sweetie, but, ah, are you sure that you have the money for it? Maybe we should wait for your mommy and daddy."

Marion's blue eyes flashed, but she kept her voice even and even deferential as she produced a wad of bills, slapped it on the counter, and said, "I assume that this will more than cover our lodging."

"Well, yes," said the woman hesitantly as her eyes eagerly took in the raw display of wealth, "I believe that we can do business with you, young lady."

"Excellent, now, as my parents," she stressed the word, "are not accompanying me on this trip, we shall only require," Marion paused and looked over at Katarina and the others who had been standing there silently watching her work, "two rooms for the night."

The woman in the heavy makeup picked up a pen done up in faux-gold and scratched away at the ledger in front of her. "Two rooms, one night, very good." Then, she looked up at Marion and asked, "I'm sorry, sweetie, what did you say your name was again?"

"Marion Pryor."

Marion turned around to smile proudly at the suitably impressed Katarina and the less-enthralled Spencer, but was forced to spin around indignantly when the receptionist asked, "Pryor, now, how do you spell that, sweetie?"

A few minutes later, the group was trudging up the stairs. Since Marion had the keys to their rooms, she was in the lead, but her strides were shorter and her head was down in contrast to the swagger of when she had first walked into the hotel, and not only from the strain of lugging her heavy trunk behind her.

Katarina tried to lift the other girl's spirits by saying, "Thank you for getting us these rooms, Marion. It was really impressive how you convinced that woman that you were someone important."

"Not really," said Spencer from his spot in the rear of their party. "In a big city like this, money talks. If you think that flashing some graybacks is anything impressive, you have a lot to learn. I bet that I could have gotten us these rooms for half the price you ended up paying for them, Red."

"Is that so?" snapped Marion over her shoulder. "Then why didn't you offer to help?"

Spencer smiled an unkind smile and replied, "Because you didn't ask. Besides," he aimed this next comment at Katarina, "I've got my money now, and I don't see why I should be so willing to part with it." But if he was expecting approval or even a laugh from Katarina, Spencer was sorely disappointed. So, he tried another tack, saying, "And don't think that you can fool us, Red. I know why you only got two rooms for the six of us. You think that you and your pokémon can have a room all to yourselves while us 'peasants' pile into the other one."

"You don't know anything," hissed Marion before Katarina could intervene in this latest spat. "Katarina and I will be sharing a room. You might have decided for yourself that I am an elitist and a snob, but I would never dream of forcing a girl to share a room with you."

By then, they were at the two rooms that they had been assigned, 304 and 305, and Marion violently turned the key in the lock and wrenched one of the doors open. Katarina gave Spencer a look, the meaning of which was indecipherable, even to her, and followed Marion alongside Wanda and Exo.

Inside of the room, Marion was breathing in and out audibly and looked very much like she wanted to slam the door that Katarina instead closed without a fuss. Her voice was still hard, but Marion made an effort and managed to be civil as she said to the others, "Here we are," and gestured to the room around them.

It was a perfectly functional, albeit sparsely furnished, room, with a bed, desk, and washing basin filled with steaming water. Katarina might have even found it somewhat welcoming, but only if someone else had chosen the room's decorations. The ancillary components of the room appeared to have been decided by the same person who had shaped the rest of the hotel. On the bedside table, there was a vase of flowers that Katarina recognized as being native to the part of Tinko where she lived, but here, in the wetter climate on the coast, they were drooping instead of standing up straight as they should have been. Over the bed there was a painting of a bowl of fruit, a perfectly inoffensive image, but also one that failed to stir the heart to a fraction of the extent that any of the artwork in Marion's manor did. The overall effect of the room was not welcoming, but rather morose.

Marion had started towards the bath but stopped halfway and appeared to be studying Katarina and her heavy coating of coal dust instead. "Would you like to wash up first?"

"Yes, thank you," answered Katarina and soon she was scrubbing herself clean and turning the wash water black. She and Marion both realized at the same time that they would need more water if the latter girl did not want to end up less clean after her bath than she had been when it began. So, Marion went down with Wanda to the front desk to request more hot water and was back a few minutes before Katarina was finished.

As the other girl was drying off and stepping out of the wooden tub, Marion asked, "Are you feeling hungry, Katarina? While I do not know this area of the city very well, I'm certain that there is an restaurant nearby."

"I am hungry," said Katarina as she dressed in the last pair of clean clothing that she had packed for her trip, "but not as much as you are, I imagine. After all, you didn't have anything for lunch."

"Oh, yes, I'm afraid that I'm quite famished," admitted Marion with a modest smile. "Is there any kind of food in particular that you prefer?"

The two girls talked about that elementary topic, with additional comments by Exo and Wanda garnishing the conversation. When the hot water that Marion had sent for arrived, she insisted on first scrubbing Wanda's long scaly body clean before she would even consider taking her own bath. Katarina tried to offer to do the same for Exo, but the cubone quickly shook his head. "I can take care of myself," he said gruffly.

Marion was almost done with her washing when Katarina blurted out, "Are you going to be alright if we eat with Spencer?"

"Hm?"

"Well, I was only thinking that the two of you don't really seem to be getting along and he and Ace could probably take care of themselves fairly well. After all it wouldn't be the first time for them, getting food on their own, I'm sure."

Mercifully, Marion cut off the other girl's babbling by making an audible sign that she was thinking. It was not until she was finished wringing out her long red hair that Marion finally said, "No, I believe that won't be necessary. He might be an ass, but he's your friend and I can be civil to him."

It sounded as though there she was leaving something unsaid, but when Katarina did not inquire about it, Marion was content to let the conversation taper off. She dried herself and got dressed and then broke the silence with a good-natured sigh and said, "I suppose it best that we check in on that malcontent and his bird."

They went over to Spencer's room and knocked. Through the door they could hear him approach, but it did not open right away.

"What's he doing?" asked Katarina.

Marion smiled and shook her head. Quietly, she answered, "He wants for us to think that he's busy with something important and that we're interrupting him."

Katarina did not understand that, but, sure enough, when Spencer opened the door he looked somewhat putout and said curtly, "What do you want? I was about to-"

Waving away whatever story that he had prepared, Marion said simply, "We're going to find some dinner. Would you two care to join us?"

"I'm not sure," said Spencer, but Ace flapped past him and over Marion's head to perch on Katarina's shoulder.

"Let's go, Spence, I'm starving!"

"All right, all right, just let me get my coat."

The six of them descended the staircase that was in the center of the hotel in a better mood than they had been in when they had ascended it. Outside, the sun had set, but it was not as dark as Katarina had expected it to be. The reason for that was the streetlights, heavy iron poles topped by a single glass orb each. Inside of that transparent sphere was a small, strange-looking pokémon with a single eye that looked artificial in origin. In any case, the little creatures in the street lights were spinning rapidly and producing a surge of electricity that superheated the wire that made up the metal latticework on the inside of each orb and bathed the streets of Tinko City with light.

Katarina, Spencer, and even Marion gawked at the streetlights and the pokémon powering them. None of them had seen anything like it. Ace and Wanda were also interested, but Exo did his best to ignore them.

"This is the future," Spencer said reverently as he put his hand against the metal pole nearest to them.

"They already have them in Kanto and overseas," said Marion, but her tone was just as deferential as Spencer's. "My father is hoping to get some of these 'electric lights' at our home as soon as he can find someone capable of installing them."

They all lingered outside of the hotel for a few minutes, none of them feeling self-conscious in the slightest for the children were still young enough that wonder and awe could exert a significant hold on their hearts. But they were also old enough that it could not last forever, and Spencer was the first to break off from the rest of the pack. He strode down the cobblestone-paved street with his hands in the pockets of his greatcoat, whistling, and let the others catch up to him.

None of the children or pokémon knew exactly where they were going, but they were not overly concerned by that fact. Ace flew up above the buildings lining the street on either side of them to see if he could get an idea of where they should be headed, but when the spearow came back down to roost on Spencer's shoulder, he could only say, "I've got nothing, Spence. Everything looks the same from up there!"

There were others on the streets of Tinko City, but none of them paid any mind to the strangers in their midst. Each man, woman, or pokémon that Katarina and the rest passed appeared to be fixated on their own errands and thoughts. Katarina watched each of them go by, occasionally falling behind the others, but always catching up after her observations were completed. After turning a corner a few blocks from the hotel and starting down another street, Katarina realized what was missing in the mass of people swirling around the arteries of the city. She had not seen any families walking together, and that made her frown, although she did not notice that she was doing it.

It was the group's good fortune that the boulevard that they were now strolling along was lined with a series of small tables and chairs marking the presence of little cafes that offered a wide variety of options for meals. A small disagreement almost broke out between Spencer and Marion about which restaurant they should patronize, but Marion bit her tongue before things could get too heated and asked Katarina to make a decision. She in turn asked the pokémon for their input. Finally, with everyone's input, they decided upon a café that specialized in sausages made up in the Saffron style, passing over a number of other options that promised different dishes from Tinko, but from all appearances would have fallen far short from the real thing.

After they had sat down and studied the menu, Marion crooked her finger and motioned for Ace to come over to her side of the table. The spearow hesitated, but then hopped off of Spencer's shoulder and, with a few flaps of his wings, was close enough to Marion that she could lower her head and whisper something in his ear. She talked quickly and when she was finished Ace said, "You got it," and took off into the sky to places unknown except to him and Marion.

Spencer drummed his fingers on the edge of the table and said casually, "What was all that about, Red?"

"Oh, I was just asking your pokémon for a little favor," answered Marion lightly. "I wanted to get some shopping done tomorrow and asked Ace if he could find anywhere nearby that is up to my standards."

"As long as you know what's important," said Spencer with a shrug, and then he thought to add, "and as long as you're paying Ace for the favor."

Marion smiled indulgently and said, "Of course, I offered to buy him a basket of rolls in exchange."

Ace was back in time for the group to place their orders with the café's waiter and everyone settled in for a nice, if simple, dinner. Katarina was the center of discussion for at least part of it, since the others were peppering her with questions about her meeting with Professor Oak tomorrow.

"Do you know what you're going to say to him?" asked Marion before immediately offering her unsolicited advice on the etiquette and protocol that she would use when talking to the pokémon expert.

"Do you even know where he is, or how to find him?" was Spencer's first question, and he and Ace did not hesitate to offer their help in locating Oak.

Katarina was a little overwhelmed by the attention, but she was also happy for the help in planning for tomorrow. Since she had set out on her journey, she had been so preoccupied with getting to Tinko City that she had hardly given thought to what would happen when she finally got there outside of the broad strokes of meeting Professor Oak and getting a pokémon. The conversations flowed easily and there was an amicable feeling around the table, fueled in no small part by the surprisingly good food. It was only threatened when the waiter returned with the bill for the table.

Spencer stared at the thin piece of paper and the prodigious sum scrawled at the bottom of it, but he did not move to take it from its place on the edge of the table. Neither Marion nor Katarina reached for it either. Instead, Marion just smiled at Spencer.

"What?"

Marion nodded towards the bill. "You were making a big talk about how you could have saved us money on our lodgings, Spencer, so I want to see it for myself." The boy was biting his lip, trying to come up with the right combination of words to get himself out of the challenge, but his struggling only encouraged Marion to twist the knife further. "Just as I thought," she said and gave Katarina a look of feigned exasperation.

That did the trick, and Spencer snatched up the bill and marched into the café. Marion and Katarina shared some laughter at his expense, but tried to tamp it down when they realized that they could catch snippets of the talk Spencer was having with the restaurant's management. The girls and the pokémon could not catch even half of what was being said, but it was clearly evident that things were not going in Spencer's favor.

When he emerged, he looked chastised and Marion and Katarina did their best to look like they had not been listening in, but since they had failed to come up with another topic of conversation their attempt to play innocent failed under the weight of their silence.

"How did it go?" asked Katarina tentatively

"Not well," grunted Spencer and he set off back down the street the same way that they had come.

Marion waved and yelled for Spencer to come back, but he was either ignoring her or failed to hear her. Fortunately, Katarina's piercing whistle got his attention and Spencer turned around and sullenly said, "What?"

"We have to take a different way back," said Marion. "There's a shop that I want to check out, remember?"

Spencer muttered something about wishing he had any money left to think about shopping with, but he dutifully rejoined the others as they set off following Marion who was herself following Ace and the spearow's directions.

"Just past this corner," said Ace after ten minutes of walking, and his words were true as the children and pokémon stepped out of a side alley and into a wider avenue that played host to a dizzying array of boutique and other clothing stores. Just as the restaurants had advertised their wares with visual and olfactory aids, so too did these shops attempt to entice customers to come inside with huge storefront windows displaying the latest styles on slender, blank-faced mannequins. For Katarina, who had never had a piece of clothing that she had not been mended by herself or her mother at least twice, it was a totally new experience. Marion saw the awe on the younger girl's face and was more than happy to grab Katarina by the hand and start taking her from shop to shop and asking her opinion on every piece of clothing in sight.

Spencer watched them with a wry smile and said to the pokémon, "Girls and clothes, huh?"

"I believe you meant to say, 'humans and clothes,’" suggested Wanda and the other pokémon nodded sagely in agreement.

"I think that you would look really good in that one," said Marion excitedly, pointing to a bright pink dress that was covered in a ribbons and bows.

Katarina shook her head and said, "I don't think so," but that only encouraged Marion to wheel around and bolt to another storefront and another dress. But before Marion could make her case, Katarina had slipped out of her grip and was staring at a dress in the window of the store next to one they had just been in front of. It was more of a practical dress than some of the others, but still not one that could be worn any old day. The dress was a dark green color that Katarina could lose herself in. It seemed richer, realer, than any of the green sights that she had encountered thus far in her travels across the Tinko region. The only one that had even come close was the thick, foreboding forest where she had first met Exo. The fabric was unadorned with any patterns, and the only accessory to it was the wide band of a leather belt cinched tightly around the mannequin's waist. When Katarina looked up, she swore that she could catch a glimpse of her own reflection on the featureless white face of the figure wearing the dress and she could imagine a day in the not-so-distant future when she would no longer be a child.

All of that passed through Katarina's mind without any words passing from her lips besides, "I like this one," but Marion smiled just as brightly as if Katarina had said every word she had been thinking aloud.

Spencer made a big show of yawning and, when that did not pull the girls away from the storefront, he said loudly, "Well, we ought to be getting back. You have a busy day tomorrow, after all."

"Yes, I do," murmured Marion.

"I wasn't talking to you, Red," groaned Spencer. "I was talking to Kat."

"Oh, of course," said Marion quickly and she reluctantly pulled herself away from the dress in the window, although not before glancing around and memorizing the location of the boutique.

It was even more difficult to pull Katarina away, and when Marion and Exo finally succeeded in doing so, the girl walked with a dreamy smile on her face. She was talking with the pokémon, Wanda especially, since she had some further questions for Katarina about how most children received their pokémon. With all of the talk of Katarina's grand quest, the dratini was seeking reassurances that Marion's father buying her did not in some way jeopardize Marion's dream of becoming a famous pokémon trainer.

Katarina reassured Wanda that this was not the case, and even Ace and Exo provided their own views on the subject, but the spearow seemed to be only half-heartedly invested in the discussion. He was trying to listen in on the conference that Spencer and Marion were holding behind them with their heads together and their voices low.

The twin tracks of conversation could not remain parallel forever and by the time that the group was on the street of their hotel, Spencer and Marion had rejoined the others, and they were chatting amicably about the day to come.

Out in the streets, illuminated as they were by the pokémon sealed inside of the streetlamps, it was easy to forget how late that it was, but once they were inside of the building and then their respective rooms, sleep came quickly to the exhausted children and pokémon even as outside of their windows Tinko City persevered through the night.

Chapter Eight
Having grown up on a farm, it was a rare occurrence for Katarina not to be up with the sun and she savored this rare opportunity to feel the warming rays and to shield her eyes from them without having to worry about a long day of chores ahead of her. Instead, she would be getting her first pokémon, or so she hoped. That idea made her smile and, as she lay in bed, Katarina looked at the plaster ceiling overhead as her mind projected all kinds of wonderous creatures onto that blank canvas.

Next to her, Marion muttered something in her sleep and rolled over, attempting to take a significant portion of the covers with her. Katarina's smile thinned and she briefly fought with the other girl for a fair division of the blankets just as it seemed that she had for half of the night. As she struggled with Marion, Katarina saw that Exo was up as well, and she conceded defeat to the other girl. It was still warm in the bed, even without the covers, but Katarina took their loss as a sign for her to get up. First one foot then the other dropped off of the bed to the cooler, but still warm, surface of the hotel's wooden floor.

"Good morning, Exo," said Katarina cheerfully but quietly to the cubone.

He had been watching her since she had started to get out of bed, but only spoke when spoken to. "Good morning, Katarina."

"How long have you been up?"

Exo looked up towards the hotel room's window and thought before answering, "Not too long, I think."

"Oh, okay." Katarina tried to keep quiet and avoid waking up Marion as she crept her way over to Exo. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

Katarina opened her bag and produced a single apple, the last remnant of the food she had packed so many days ago. Its red surface was bruised and covered with a thin layer of dirt and dust that Katarina tried to rub off as best she could with the palm of her hand. Then she offered it to Exo, who accepted it with a gracious nod.

All of the hard work put into maintaining the quiet ambiance of the hotel room was for naught when Exo took a bite of the apple and the resulting crunch resonated in the small space. The cubone gave Katarina a look of sympathy, but he did not stop eating.

Marion grumbled and groaned, but she sat up in the bed all the same. "Is it morning already?" she groused, but she got out of bed more quickly than Katarina had. The sleeves of her frilly pink nightgown jostled as Marion wiped the sleep from her eyes and then ran a hand through the mess of her long, curly hair. There were plenty of snarls that needed to be undone, and as soon as her fingers found the first tangle, Marion grabbed a brush from her bag and started to undo the damage. "Are you excited, Katarina?"

"What?" asked the girl who was examining her own blonde hair.

"About getting your first pokémon today?"

"Oh, of course!" said Katarina happily. "It's hard to believe that it's finally happening. I almost wonder if I'm dreaming."

Marion smiled, grimaced as she pulled her brush through a particularly nettlesome patch of her mane, and then resumed smiling. "Well, if this is all a dream then you have no cause for depriving yourself! Spencer and I will go and get us some breakfast while you stay here and get ready."

Although she attempted to decline the offered meal, Marion simply would not take no for an answer and overruled Katarina's objections. That was how Katarina found herself alone in the room washing up after Marion had changed into something more presentable and corralled the pokémon and Spencer to leave the hotel in search of food.

Katarina had time to dry off and dress herself before the others came back. By then she was more than a little hungry and was excited to see what they had brought her. Breakfast turned out to be a set of breaded pastries with different types of jam fillings. Spencer and Marion were unusually quiet throughout the meal, and Katarina was content to eat her fill before she finally asked, "Is everything all right?"

The others exchanged a look while their friend cleaned the crumbs off from around her mouth. Whatever they were trying to communicate was too difficult to convey nonverbally, so Marion and Spencer started whispering to each other, as though Katarina couldn't hear them.

"You do it."

"No, you."

"You should do it."

"It'd be less strange coming from another girl."

Marion did not seem to be able to come up with a counterargument to that point, so she stood up from where she had been sitting on the edge of the room's bed and walked out the door.

"What's going on?" asked Katarina.

Spencer pretended as though he failed to hear her question or that he thought it was directed at one of the pokémon, but it didn't last long and he just said, "You'll see."

Before she could press him any further, Marion swung open the door to the hotel room. The older girl was grinning from ear to ear, but Katarina didn't notice that. Her eyes were glued to the beautiful green dress that Marion was holding.

"This is for you!" said Marion brightly and she thrust the dress towards Katarina who rose from the bed and stumbled to her feet.

"Thank you," croaked Katarina, and she cleared her throat and said it again, but this time her mouth wouldn't stop and she said, "Thank you," four more times in one quick breath. She grabbed for the dress and Marion had the good sense to let her have it. Holding it up in front of herself, Katarina looked down to get a picture how she would look in it.

Marion recognized what the other girl was doing and said, "There's no need to use your imagination, Katarina, go ahead and try it on." Then she led the others out the door.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and then Marion let herself back in. Katarina had been too preoccupied with watching the green fabric flow around her knees as she swayed back and forth to answer the door and looked up from what she was doing bashfully. If Marion had been trying to wash away her shyness, she picked the worst words for the job as saying, "You look beautiful, Katarina," made the younger girl's face turn bright pink.

"Thank you, Marion," murmured Katarina. Then, without warning, Marion grabbed Katarina by the arm and pulled her out of the hotel room.

"You're welcome, now you can model it. The others are right outside."

It was dimmer on the balcony of the hotel without as much natural light getting through the windows at the ends of the hall, but there was simply no way to hide Katarina, especially when Marion let go of her and bounded over to join Spencer and the pokémon in watching her.

With her knobby knees shaking and her face growing redder with each passing second, Katarina felt less like the beautiful princess that she had in the solitude of the hotel room and more like a child caught playing dress-up with her mother's clothes.

Once again, Marion picked up the younger girl's feelings in an instant and returned to Katarina's side saying, "No, no, no. You simply cannot go out looking like this." Katarina's heart fell, but then Marion added, "No, if you're going to impress Professor Oak, you need to be confident! Straighten up!" The last sentence was an order, barked at Katarina as though she was one of the servants on the Pryor estate.

The strange thing was that it worked, and Katarina found herself up to her full height, an inch below Marion's. Her knees had stopped shaking now that they had a job to perform. Marion examined her studiously and then her next commands rang out one after another, "Pull your shoulders back! Tilt your chin up! Put one hand on your waist! And don't forget to smile!" Katarina followed them all without question, feeling more than a little like a doll for Marion, but there was no denying her expertise. At first, Spencer had certainly been impressed at seeing her clean up, but as Katarina had improved her posture and looked more and more at home in her new outfit, he was looking at her in a new light. That thought threatened to bring about a fresh wave of blushing, so Katarina focused instead on the reactions of Exo and the other pokémon, all of whom, despite their lack of understanding of human concepts of fashion and beauty, nodded and commented their own approval at Marion's work in shaping the raw material that was Katarina and her new dress.

"Gorgeous," said Marion approvingly once she was done.

"Th-thank you," said Katarina, barely remembering to keep her back straight as she spoke. "This dress, breakfast, the train, everything. Thank you for all of it."

Marion beamed, but she also shook her head and her red hair followed suit. "To be honest, I cannot take all of the credit."

"Spencer?"

He didn't say anything, so Marion jumped in and explained, "When I told him that I wanted to buy that dress for you, he insisted on paying for half of it. He said that he wanted to do something nice for you too."

"Hey, now, Red, keep your voice down," said Spencer, "I've got a reputation to maintain."

"And while they were shopping," piped up Ace, "I was flying around the city and found where that Professor Oak person is holed up! He's renting out a suite about half a mile north of us. He's got a whole bunch of other people with him, but it looked like most of them were packed up and leaving though."

"Oak must not be far behind them," mused Spencer. "We'd better get going if we want to catch him."

He started towards the stairs, and Katarina followed him. Marion shifted back and forth on her feet for a few seconds, saying, "Oh, but we should really do something about her hair, and those dirty shoes look just silly," but when it was clear that no one else was listening, Marion sighed and went downstairs as well.

They checked out of the hotel without incident and were quickly back on the streets of Tinko City. In the daytime, there was a lot more activity than there had been the night before, but somehow the strange, small pokémon that were inside of the glass orbs of the street lamps were managing to sleep through all of the hustle and bustle of the city come to life.

"Lead the way, Ace," said Spencer and the spearow perched himself on the boy's forearm and started directing the group's path with sweeping gestures of his stubby wings.

As they walked, Katarina was so excited that she hardly noticed the sights, sounds, and smells around her. Everything blurred into a happy indiscriminate fog when compared with the crystal-clear vision that Katarina had in her head of meeting Professor Oak and finally getting her first pokémon. Her confidence radiated out from her to a degree that even Exo felt the need to comment upon it. "You're not nervous at all, are you?" he asked, with a hint of amusement in his low voice.

"Not in the least," chirped Katarina as Ace signaled for them to turn the corner. "I know just what I'm going to say to Professor Oak when I meet him. I'm going to shake his hand and I'm going to say-"

Whatever it was that Katarina was going to say, it was muffled by the chest of the man she bumped into. She stumbled backwards, but Spencer and Marion both reached out to catch her before she could fall. Looking up, Katarina saw a stern-looking man in a long white coat and a red shirt tucked into a pair of butternut-colored pants carrying a heavy-looking travel bag in his left hand. Her heart leapt up into her throat, but the man who she belatedly recognized as Professor Oak only muttered something under his breath and brusquely walked around Katarina and the others.

He did not get far before Katarina recovered and pulled free of her friends' grasp to start after the pokémon expert. "Excuse me, Professor Oak!" she said. He turned around, still frowning and Katarina started, "I-"

"Your apology is accepted. Good day."

Professor Oak moved to resume his walk, but he did not take another step before Katarina blurted out, "I want a pokémon!"

That made Professor Oak round on her again, and his voice was even harder as he said, "Little girl, I am a very busy man and I don't have time for any of your tomfoolery. If you want a pokémon, you should ask your father instead of harassing me."

This was hardly how Katarina had imagined this meeting going, but she had to make the best of things. She might never get a chance like this ever again. "Professor Oak, I'm sorry for bumping into you, but I've traveled for days in hopes of meeting you and asking you for a pokémon. Will you please hear me out?"

Professor Oak considered Katarina's earnest face and then those of the pokémon and children who were silently watching this whole exchange before returning to Katarina again. She imagined that she could hear his brain working before Professor Oak finally said, "Very well. My ship leaves in two hours. You have as long as my walk to the dock to make your case."

"Thank you, sir!" said Katarina and she fell in line with Professor Oak and struggled to keep up with his long, powerful strides. "My name is Katarina Zawadzki and I live on a farm much further inland. My parents said that we couldn't afford the licensing to get me a pokémon when I turned ten, but I heard on the radio that you would be in Tinko for a week, so I decided to come here and look for you."

"You ran away from home in order to get a pokémon?" asked Professor Oak, and Katarina couldn't tell if he approved of her or was mad when she nodded. In either case, he added, "With your friends here?"

Marion and Spencer had both been listening in carefully and perked up in response to this question. Katarina shook her head and explained, "No, I met all of them, Exo, and Spencer and Ace, and Marion and Wanda, after I had already left. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for all of their help. I'm very lucky that they decided to come with me."

"Quite," said Professor Oak and he looked back at the others that were following him and Katarina. "I see three children and three pokémon. Are all of the pokémon in the care of your little friends?"

"No, sir, Ace, that's him on Spencer's arm there, is with Spencer and Wanda is Marion's dratini, but Exo is, well, he's-"

Professor Oak supplied the word, "Untamed?"

"Yes, but no, not really." Katarina almost floundered but she caught sight of Exo and that steeled her resolve. "Exo is his own pokémon," she said. "He knows no master, human or pokémon."

"Interesting," remarked Professor Oak with a few strokes of his calloused fingers on his chin. "And does he still feel the same way, after spending time with you?"

"You can ask him yourself, sir."

But Professor Oak ignored her and continued, "It would seem that the easy solution to your problem is right in front of you. Since you already have a pokémon that is willing and able to be your partner, advanced in age he might be, there is only the matter of the licensing fee, and that could be taken care of in a matter of-"

Now it was Katarina's turn to interrupt, and she said, "Professor Oak, sir, even if Exo wanted to be my partner, I wouldn't say yes."

That made everyone falter in their paces, including Exo who said in a low voice, "Katarina."

"Exo has his own life and I can't simply tear him away from it because I want a pokémon. Out there in the wild, living the way that he does, he's something, someone, exceptional. He won't be as special if he's my pokémon, and I can't ask Exo to do that. It wouldn't be fair to him."

"Katarina," said Exo again, but it was more tender this time.

Katarina smiled at him and then turned back to Professor Oak and said, "You see, sir, that's why I need your help."

Professor Oak took all of this in without expression, then his stony façade broke. "The way that humans and pokémon live together here… Even if I live to be a hundred, I'm afraid that I'll never understand this strange country," said Professor Oak with a sigh.

"That's not giving yourself much time," quipped Ace, and earning himself a smack on the head from Spencer.

"Very well, young lady, I think that I may be able to justify giving you a pokémon."

"Yes!" cheered Marion, but hers was only the most verbal expression of the excitement that everyone else was feeling.

Professor Oak smiled genially and added, "You can have a pokémon, Miss Zawadzki, if you can beat me in a pokémon battle." Everything seemed to freeze for Katarina as the news hit her like a punch to the stomach. If he noticed her change in demeanor, Professor Oak gave no sign of it, but instead led the group over to a square with a fountain in the middle of its cobblestone surface. "You can use any one of the three pokémon with you that you desire, but decide quickly. We don't have very much time."

Before the weight of the man's words could even fully register for Katarina, Marion was already offering up Wanda for Katarina's use, imploring, "She comes from a long line of battling pokémon, the blood of champions runs through her veins!"

"No, no, listen to me, Kat," countered Spencer, "you need a pokémon with experience. Ace has got that in spades."

Professor Oak was watching the scene playing out before him with some amusement, but he was entirely unsurprised by Katarina's choice. Indeed, it had been obvious from the outset what her decision would be.

"Exo, will you help me?" she asked.

The cubone walked towards Katarina and he offered his paw to her. She bent over and took it in her hand and he said simply, "Yes."

"A fine choice," said Professor Oak as he set down his bag and undid the buttons that kept it closed. He reached in and pulled out a handful of small capsules that were red on top and white on the bottom and examined each one in turn. Finally, Professor Oak selected one with some writing sloppily scrawled across its surface and returned the others to his pack. Then, he said, "Since we don't have an impartial referee, I'll keep the rules simple. We battle until one of us admit defeat."

"Yes, sir," said Katarina and she took a spot roughly ten yards across from him. Exo walked purposefully to stand in front of her.

Professor Oak smiled and lifted the capsule in his hand. "Excellent, let us begin." He tapped his thumb against the circle at the center of the ball in his hand and a red beam of blindingly bright light shot out from it. Katarina shielded her eyes from it, and when she was able to see again, Professor Oak was almost completely obscured by the huge, hulking shape of his battling pokémon. It was taller than any living thing that Katarina had ever seen. Its brown scaly skin was marred by protrusions of bone and rippled over the flexing of its heavy muscles body. As soon as it deigned to notice Exo standing across from it, the pokémon raised one of its heavy clawed feet and stomped it against the ground and opened its mouth to unleash a roar that echoed throughout the park and the surrounding blocks.

If Katarina could have opened her eyes any wider, they would have fallen out of her head. She did not exactly know what it was that she had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't the monster that was standing in front of her. She tried to look brave, but she didn't feel it and her knees had begun to shake again.

"Would you like to give up?" offered Professor Oak. His voice sounded conciliatory rather than stern.

Before Katarina could answer, Exo looked over his shoulder and said loudly, "Katarina! You can do this! Trust me!"

Katarina set her jaw and nodded. She tried to focus on Exo, but it was hard to do so with the behemoth that he was going to have to fight crowding her field of vision. She opened her mouth and shouted, "Exo! Attack!"

A small crowd had gathered around them, drawn no doubt by the volume of Professor Oak's pokémon's roar and kept by the promise of a spectacle. A collective gasp rose up from the bystanders as Exo launched himself at his foe and spun his bone club in his paw until it was a blur. The larger pokémon tried to halt his drive forward by sweeping its tail around in a wide arc, but Exo jumped over the counterattack and swung his club into the brute's side. It hardly flinched from the blow and reached down to squash Exo under the weight of its heavy claws and palm. Exo rolled out of the way of the other pokémon's attack and put some distance between himself and his titanic opponent. He was already breathing hard. Professor Oak's pokémon, in contrast, looked mildly amused at the whole encounter.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but 'Attack!' is hardly the command of a battling pokémon trainer," chided Professor Oak. "It's understandable to rely on your pokémon to make some decisions, especially when it possesses more experience than you do, but without your help shaping and nurturing its strategy, your pokémon will ultimately have to rely on its instincts."

"Yes, sir," said Katarina, but she was having a hard time concentrating on his words with his brutal pokémon looking at her and Exo like they were its next meal. She had to prove herself to Professor Oak during this battle if she wanted a pokémon of her own, but how was she supposed to contribute? Exo knew much more about fighting than she did, so he probably would already have thought of any ideas she might have.

Whatever time that Professor Oak had allotted for her to learn the lesson that he was trying to teach evidently ran out, because the middle-aged man flicked his wrist casually and said, "Now, Tomyris! Pin him!" Without hesitating, the pokémon obeyed its master and rushed at Exo much more quickly than either Exo or Katarina had anticipated given its bulk.

Exo was standing his ground, but Katarina panicked and blurted out, "Go between its legs!"

To his credit, Exo did not hesitate either and he dove between the heavy footfalls of the larger pokémon and was back on his feet by the time that it had turned around to face him.

"An adequate move," said Professor Oak, "but are you going to just have your pokémon run away until it's time for my boat to leave? Or do you have a plan for actually winning this battle?"

Again, Katarina tried to think, but she kept running into an insurmountable wall in her mind. How was Exo supposed to beat a pokémon that was more than twice his size and weighed who knew how much more than him? She had never been faced with a challenge like this before.

But maybe Exo had?

"What should we do, Exo?" she asked.

"No one is unbeatable, pokémon or human," replied the cubone through gritted teeth. "There is always a weak point."

Exo's words made sense, but Katarina had trouble with applying them to the present situation. The hide of Professor Oak's pokémon looked to be invulnerable. Exo's first attack hadn't even left a bruise on its side.

"I hope that my kangaskhan doesn't have you too scared, young lady," said Professor Oak.

"No," said Katarina and she forced herself to look at the massive pokémon with new eyes. It looked impatient and was scratching at the lighter colored stomach with one of its claws. Katarina searched frantically from its tail to its head for a place to strike. Then, all at once, she saw an opening and said, "Okay, Exo, get ready to use your head." When he nodded at her, she added, "Think about the way that Spencer and Ace do their tricks." The next nod was slower to come, but Exo lowered himself to the ground, one of his paws landing in a gap between the cobblestones, to prepare for another headlong dash at his enemy. Only then did Katarina order, "Go! Hit it between the eyes!"

Professor Oak smiled and said, "We'll play your game, won't we, Tomyris? Match him."

The two pokémon charged at each other with their heads down, with the kangaskhan covering much more distance in the same amount of time because of its longer strides. Exo did not give up though and he rammed his head and his helmet against the top of his larger opponent's skull. Both pokémon were dazed, but the kangaskhan recovered quickly and started to push Exo back. Exo did his best to resist, but all he achieved was scratching helplessly against the surface underfoot. Then, so quickly that Katarina almost didn't see it, Exo brought up his paw and threw fistful of dirt into his foe's eyes.

With his vision obstructed by Tomyris' bulk, Professor Oak could only guess at why his kangaskhan had reared back and was roaring in irritation as it clumsily tried to wipe the debris from its eyes. Katarina and Exo were both ready to press their advantage, and Exo advanced on his handicapped foe swinging his bone club for another attack. He swung once, twice, but Tomyris had recovered enough to open one eye and the kangaskhan intercepted the third blow. Its claws closed around Exo's weapon and it lifted it up, pulling Exo off of the ground as well, since he refused to relinquish his club.

He could only fight gravity for so long, however, and Tomyris shook Exo off and he fell to the ground in a heap. Before he could get back to his feet, the larger pokémon had placed one foot on top of his head and was pushing down on Exo at the same time that it was threatening to snap his club into splinters.

Before either threat could be carried out, Katarina yelled, "Stop! I yield!"

Tomyris released Exo and even graciously handed him back his bone club without a word of command from Professor Oak. Instead of speaking to his pokémon, Professor Oak addressed Katarina, "A wise choice." Then, he retrieved the red and white capsule from his pocket and pointed it at Tomyris and the kangaskhan vanished in a flash of red light.

"I'm sorry, Katarina," Exo said quietly. He wouldn't look at her, but just stared at the ground, his expression blank behind his mask.

"It will be okay, Katarina!" said Marion quickly. "I can help you get a growlithe from my father! Everything will be all right!"

Professor Oak cleared his throat and said, "Things are not nearly so bad as you think they are. Katarina, I'll give you a pokémon."

"What?" said multiple voices simultaneously.

"You've certainly proven yourself worthy of one," he said with a wide smile. "I think that most any pokémon would count itself lucky to be your partner."

"I don't understand," said Katarina slowly. "I lost the battle. I gave up."

Professor Oak held up his hand to stop her and said, "Yes, you gave up, but not right away. Even though you were up against a fearsome pokémon that you had never seen before and it was almost certain that you were not going to triumph, you still decided to do your best and help your cubone do the same."

"He's not my-"

"Second," continued Professor Oak as he raised another finger, "you were capable of improvising and adapting your strategy when things did not work. You took inputs from myself and your pokémon and used them to try something new."

"But he's not-"

"Finally, you were compassionate. Admitting defeat was not easy when you thought that you had so much depending on your winning our match, but you still saw that you were in an untenable situation and were mature enough to bring it to an end rather than force the issue and risk your pokémon getting hurt. In short, you were more interested in your cubone's well-being than in your own ambitions."

"Professor Oak, I've been trying to tell you-"

This time it was Exo who interrupted her as he looked up at Katarina and said, "I am not her pokémon, but I am her friend." Then, to Professor Oak, he said, "Thank you for the opportunity to battle against you and your pokémon. It was an honor," and bowed to him.

Professor Oak nodded and then turned his attention back to Katarina and said, "Everything that I witnessed during our battle confirmed what I had gleaned during our walk. I will give you a pokémon."

"I'm getting a pokémon," said Katarina, then, just to hear the words aloud again, she repeated them, "I'm getting a pokémon!"

"She did it! She did it!" cheered Marion and she threw her arms around Spencer for an embrace.

"Now let's see which one I can spare," Professor Oak spared as he opened his bag and reached for the other capsules inside of it.

Chapter Nine
Katarina was smiling as she got off of the train with her poliwag in her arms. She had been riding the rails overnight from Tinko City after Marion and Spencer had helped her with charting a path to home along the network of trainlines that crisscrossed Tinko. Without their knowledge, Katarina would have had no idea of how to get back home except by walking, and that had not been nearly so appealing a prospect as it had been when she had first set out from home. According to what Marion had said, the whole train system was growing and changing every year with companies, routes, and prices all in a state of near-chaos, but there was no need to worry because she and Spencer would be accompanying Katarina for at least part of the way.

After Professor Oak had given her a small blue pokémon with a black and white spiral pattern on its stomach, its red and white poké ball, and its papers, and taught her on how to take care of it, he had bidden Katarina, Exo, and the others farewell and got on his boat to go back to the mainland. He hadn't said when he would be back in Tinko again, but he had given every impression that Katarina was lucky to have caught him when she did.

Once Professor Oak was out of sight, the formality that the children and pokémon had put on had been abandoned in a heartbeat and all of the excitement and relief that they had built up washed over them like a flood. Everyone had wanted to look at and play with Katarina's burbling new pokémon, herself most of all. Even Exo had tried his best to entertain the young poliwag, but it was obviously a skill that he had never had much opportunity to practice.

One of the first challenges that Katarina had run into as the owner of a new pokémon was what to call the little round creature in her arms. She had thought long and hard, but nothing had come to her until Spencer, after Katarina had dismissed yet another of her companions' suggestions, had told her to "stop being so wishy-washy". She had taken inspiration from his comment, and, for better or worse, had christened the baby poliwag Wishy.

After some of the initial excitement surrounding Wishy had worn off, Katarina and the other children had started thinking about their next course of action. It was clear that both of the girls needed to get home, and Spencer wasn't opposed to heading back west himself. "There's just too much competition for me and Ace in a place like this," he had explained when Katarina had asked him why. At first the three of them had talked about spending a few days more in Tinko City, but as they talked and the weight of their other obligations had grown heavy, they had reached a consensus first on only spending one more day, then only the night, and by the end of their deliberations they had agreed to try and leave for home that afternoon.

They had shared this plan with the pokémon as they were walking back to the hotel. All of them had understood and accepted it, with Ace flying quickly to the train station where they had first pulled into Tinko City and coming back with a train schedule held tightly in his beak. The exception to this agreed-upon pact had been Wishy, but only because she was too young to understand such things and was much more excited with the world outside of the poké ball where she had been sequestered for so long. At first, Katarina had set Wishy on the ground and had blithely expected the little poliwag to keep up with the group, but it had soon become clear that she was not up to the task. Not only were her clumsy little legs prone to tiring quickly, but Katarina had also failed to take into account all of the distractions that a bustling city could provide a young pokémon. The only thing that had kept Wishy from wandering off to far away from the group was how tired she would get. The little poliwag would sit down and catch her breath, Katarina would frantically come to her aid and lift Wishy up and carry her for a bit, but then would set her down and the cycle would begin again. Fortunately, Exo and Wanda were on hand and they had done their best to corral the younger pokémon while the children plotted their trip.

The obvious solution would have been for Katarina to just keep carrying her pokémon the whole way back to the hotel, but she had been reluctant to do so due to Wishy's weight and also because of the slick mucus that she was secreting through her skin. Professor Oak had mentioned offhandedly that poliwag needed to stay moist and drink plenty of water, but he had failed to give Katarina all of the details, so the first time that she had reached out to touch her new pokémon, she had instinctively pulled back and tried to wipe the slime off her hand on the ground. Spending some time playing with Wishy had helped her get over her initial disgust, but it had still been a challenge for her every time that she had needed to pick the poliwag up and carry her. If she held her in her arms, Wishy's slime would get all over Katarina's arms as well as her hands, and, more importantly, threaten to stain the beautiful green dress that Marion and Spencer had gotten her, but if she held Wishy out in front of her using only her hands then Katarina's arms got tired and she also felt like a bad pokémon trainer for handling Wishy the same way that she would have carried an unpleasant-smelling sack of fertilizer back on her family's farm.

In any case, they had made it back to the hotel and, after Katarina had changed into something more suitable for traveling and dirtying, had checked out of their rooms without incident. They only had time to grab a small lunch at one of the street-side cafés, and since Katarina had spent so much of her time there working to get Wishy to eat, she had to eat her own food during the cab ride back to the train station.

A train whistle had sounded just as the rapidash-drawn wagon had pulled up and continued to sound in three staccato bursts while Marion had paid the driver. Lugging their belongings after them, the children had purchased their tickets and boarded the train only to collapse into their seats. It was only then that the full impact of the day's events had hit Katarina. "I have a pokémon," she had said to herself, and allowed herself a big smile.

It had felt good to be traveling again, but Katarina had felt a little lost when the train built up its head of steam and pulled its clambering body out of the station, at least initially. When she had set out, Katarina had been wildly enthusiastic and confident in what she believed lay ahead of her. Now, on the other side of her quest, she had little knowledge of what the future would hold. After tasting the freedom and excitement of life off of her family farm, Katarina was not sure that she could go back to the way that things had been before.

Lost in her thoughts, Katarina had not been paying attention to Wishy until the little pokémon pressed her head through the space between her arm and her leg and squeezed her way into Katarina's lap. At first, she had shied away from the poliwag's touch, but that just eased Wishy's path and soon the round blue pokémon had been looking up at her happily and spewing a small stream of bubbles from out of her small pink mouth. For some reason, the feel of her slippery skin had not felt as detestable to Katarina then, and she had looked down at Wishy fondly and said softly, "My name is Katarina. Can you say that? Katarina."

Wishy had blinked at Katarina and then scrunched up her face and squeezed her eyes tight. Her first attempt had ended in a coughing fit that sent out a less controlled stream of bubbles, and Katarina had patted her pokémon on the back to help her clear her throat. But then Wishy had redoubled her efforts and managed to squeak out, "Kahtahwina."

"Did you hear that?" Katarina had said excitedly to the others. "Wishy just said my name!"

Spencer and Ace had looked up from the game of cards that they had been playing, and since Ace had been winning, Spencer had welcomed the distraction and had sidled over to the row of seats where Katarina, Exo, and Wishy were sitting. As he had done so, Spencer had taken a surreptitious peak at Ace's cards, but since the spearow was trying the same trick, neither of them had gained any advantage.

Because of their attempts at cheating, Spencer and Ace had both reached Katarina after Marion did and had to watch as the red-haired girl had fawned over Katarina and Wishy while still maintaining a fair distance from the slimy poliwag. Surrounded by the friends that she had made over the past week, Katarina had felt her worries wash away. That warm feeling had stayed with her and kept Katarina content over the hours to come, while Wishy kept her plenty busy.

During a changeover in Pryortown, Marion and Wanda had been the first to leave the group. Although it had been many hours past sunset, Katarina had worked hard to stay up. When the train had stopped and the conductor had told his passengers that it was safe to disembark, she had carried her half-awake poliwag off of the train. She had been more tired than she had thought and missed one of the steps on her way down to the platform. Fortunately, Spencer had been there waiting for her and he had caught her arm and helped Katarina and Wishy get safely to the ground. Exo had been able to manage the step on his own.

She had thought that getting up and moving would help her to stay awake, but at that late hour all of Pryortown looked to be asleep save for the passengers and railroad engineers milling about in anticipation of the next departing train. Someone had said something then, but Katarina had had to stop and shake the sleep from her eyes and her head before she had been ready to understand.

"I said, 'not a bad little place, huh?'" Spencer had repeated indulgently. When Katarina had tried to respond, she had to stop to stifle a yawn, and that had made Spencer chuckle. "Let's find our seats on the next train and you get go to sleep, okay?"

"But what about Marion?" Katarina had mumbled. "Where did she go?"

Spencer had taken off his cap and scratched his head. "I'm sorry, Kat. I tried to keep her, but she rushed off with her bags so quickly, and then she got lost in the crowd before I could stop her. She's probably-"

The words had died in his throat, because just then Spencer had seen Marion striding purposefully towards them with a demure but unmistakable smile on her face. She had been flanked on one side by the slithering form of Wanda and on the other by an impeccably dressed man who was obviously a servant of her father's. "Katarina!" Marion had yelled and then embraced the younger girl in a hug. "I'm afraid that this is where we must part, as my father's expecting me! Traveling with you has been a most educational experience, and I'm very happy for you and your new pokémon! Now, promise me that you'll answer my letters promptly, and if you ever are in the area, you simply must stop by and visit!"

"Thank you, Marion!" Katarina had said and returned the hug. "And if you ever come my way, please visit my farm! I'm sure my family would be delighted to have you for dinner and take care of you!"

"Eh," Marion had started to say, but then Spencer had stepped in to save her from saying something that she might regret.

"Will you even be around, Red?" he had asked with a friendly smile. "I thought you were going to use this trip to try and convince your old man to let you go to Kanto?"

"That's right!" Then the man standing beside Marion had coughed, and she had admitted, "I still have to talk with him when I get back."

Spencer had shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly and said, "Well, good luck with that, Red." He had started to walk away, towards the train, but Marion reached out and had grabbed him by the arm. "What?"

"Take care of yourself, Spencer," Marion had said with a smile, and then she had looked at Ace and told him, "Try and keep him out of trouble." Then she had blinked her blue eyes and said aloud, "What am I thinking? You're not going to be any help with that." Instead of trying to further fumble with words, Marion had just kissed Spencer on the cheek and said again, "Take care of yourself, Spencer, understood?"

"Yeah, ah, you too, Marion." With that, Spencer had beat a hasty retreat from the girls and the pokémon except for Ace who was flying after him and had been mocking him loud enough for the whole train station to hear.

Marion and Katarina had watched him go with matching smiles and then Marion had looked down at Exo who had been silently watching the whole spectacle and said to him, "You are an interesting little pokémon." Exo had not replied until Marion had added, "I'm glad to have met you," and offered her hand to him.

Then he had only taken it and said, "Thank you."

The servant had cleared his throat, and Marion had glared at him, but then the train whistle had blown, and it had been time to end the goodbye. "Goodbye, Marion," Katarina had said, and the two girls had hugged again.

"Goodbye, Katarina."

Once she had boarded the new train with Exo and Wishy, and had seated herself next to Spencer on the mostly-empty passenger car, Katarina had thought that she would be full of energy from moving from one train to another. Even though Wishy was sleeping peacefully in her arms and Exo was his usual withdrawn self, she had been confident that Spencer and Ace would have provided her with some conversation. But instead, Spencer had been strangely quiet, and Ace had followed his lead. When he had reclined back as far as he could in his unforgiving seat and tilted his cap low over his eyes, Katarina had given up on talking with him.

In the end, it had turned out that she did not feel the loss of his company. After the second train that Katarina and the others had boarded that day had pulled out of the station and reached its traveling speed, its swaying motions had rocked Katarina to sleep in much the same way as she had rocked her new pokémon earlier. She had awoken hours later with a start as the train passed over a rough section of track with a sudden jolt. She heard movement around her, but in the darkness of the cloudy night, Katarina's eyes had refused to adjust and so she had resorted to saying in a harsh whisper, "Who's there?"

In answer, someone had sworn, some wings had rustled, and then a familiar voice had hissed, "I told you that you were being too loud, Spence!"

"Me? I'm not the one clicking around on those nasty talons you've got!"

"Do you wanna take a closer look at them? 'cause I can make that happen!"

Katarina had cleared her throat and attempted to forestall any more bickering between Spencer and Ace by ordering, "Be quiet! You'll wake Wishy!" That had put an end to the arguing, but the silence was not entirely comforting as Katarina had not been able to see her hand in front of her face. She had kept her voice low and asked, "What are you two doing?"

When an answer had not been immediately forthcoming from his partner, Ace had said in a low, but not unfriendly tone, "Do you want me to tell her?"

"No, no," Spencer had said, and Katarina could perfectly picture him waving away the spearow's offer in her mind's eye, "I'll tell her." Then, he had cleared his throat and said, "What the two of us were trying to do…" Spencer had stopped and started speaking again, "See, we didn't want to bother you with-"

"We were just leaving," Ace had said simply, and once again Katarina's mind had provided her with a picture, this time of Spencer glaring at his pokémon.

But a question had occurred to her and Katarina had asked, "What do you mean? We aren't pulling into another station, are we?"

"Well, Kat, no. Ace and I were going to jump from the train."

"Jump from the train? Are you out of your minds?"

"Keep your voice down," Spencer had hissed, and Ace joined him by shushing her more loudly than Katarina had been talking. When it was clear that none of the other few passengers in their section of the train were disturbed by their conversation, Spencer had said, "We've done it plenty of times before. Besides, we, uh, aren't exactly going to be welcomed back into the next town with open arms. Let's just leave it at that, okay?"

"You were just going to leave without saying goodbye?"

Spencer had sighed, a painfully loud sound to Katarina's ears in the quiet of the rattling train car, and then he had said, "Look, I'm not really one for goodbyes, doll. I'd rather get out of here without you crying about how much you'll be missing me and thinking about me."

Despite his early admonition for her to keep quiet, Katarina's voice had risen in volume and pitch in response to that provocation. "I'm not going to cry! You big-"

Suddenly, Spencer's hand had shot out of the darkness and had covered Katarina's mouth and pushed the unkind words that she was going to say about him back down her throat. "Either way, you caught me attempting to sneak out, so you still get your tearful farewell." Katarina had heard the smug certainty in his voice and had pictured his lopsided smile as easily as if she could really see it.

She had wanted to huff, but the good humor in Spencer's voice had been contagious and Katarina had felt herself smiling in spite of herself. "Maybe," she had said, and then, "I will miss you, Spencer."

"I'll miss you too, Katarina. It's been a lot of fun going around this big beautiful country with you."

Between them there had been silence, filled only by the clambering of the train's wheels over tracks sounding from under their feet. Then, Katarina had said tentatively, "I want to write you, Spencer, but I suppose that you and Ace don't know where you'll be, so I can't send any letters to you."

"I've got an idea!" Ace had said with far more spirit than anyone, human or pokémon, should rightly have possessed at that late hour. "Tinko's only so big, right? So, Spence and I are bound to go back through at least some of the same towns. If you write a letter to him, you could send it to a bank or a sheriff…" Ace had paused and then said in a less triumphant tone, "I know, Spence, I know, but I can't think of anywhere else!

"Anyways, write up a letter and send it to a town we've been to before. Eventually we'll come back that way and we'll be able to respond to you. Easy!"

Katarina had nodded to show her understanding, having forgotten that such a gesture was useless in the dark. "What town would that be?"

"Well," Ace had said thoughtfully, "it will have to be a place that we haven't, er, made a name for ourselves yet."

"We'll figure it out and let you know later," Spencer had said. Then, after giving him her address, Katarina had stepped forward and forced him into a hug that had first made him stiffen but then he had relaxed and reciprocated the gesture. "I'm happy to have met you, Katarina."

True to his word, Spencer had not lingered for much longer. He and Ace had waited for the train to slow down in anticipation of rounding a curve of track, then, the boy had leapt off of the train from between two cars, followed by the bird, and the two of them had vanished into the night. Sleep had come slower to Katarina after this farewell, than it had when she had bid farewell to Marion, but it had still taken her eventually.

Now, Katarina was standing in a train station that she had not even known had existed in a town that she had only been to once or twice to accompany her father and the bounty of their land to market. Standing beside her was Exo, and in her arms was her very own pokémon. Holding onto Wishy was not altogether easy, as the round poliwag was not only slick but also very energetic after getting a full night's sleep. Difficult as it was, Katarina resolved not to let Wishy down until she was outside of the limits of the town, and that thought drove her to start walking south, towards home.

She was so preoccupied with Wishy that Katarina did not notice that Exo was walking with her until they had already walked a few yards. When she did, she looked down at the somber little cubone, but he did not say anything, and she decided to keep quiet. It was almost possible for the two of them to recapture the serenity that they had experienced while traveling only mere days earlier, before anyone else had joined them on Katarina's quest. There was still Wishy, however, and, by happily burbling and spewing bubbles, the poliwag was doing her best to make her presence known.

When the houses turned to open fields, Wishy began fussing in Katarina's arms and she reluctantly let the young pokémon down. Wishy waddled forward on her undeveloped legs, with her long-finned tail swinging back and forth as she rushed forward to examine the waving stalks of wheat that lined the dirt road. Katarina let her get close to the edge of the path, but then rushed forward to scoop Wishy up before the poliwag could stumble and fall over the side.

After they had resumed their progress, Exo said, "Keep an eye on her, Katarina."

"Kahtahwina!" chirped Wishy from her spot in the girl's arms.

"Thank you, Exo," said Katarina without thinking.

"Eckso!"

They walked for a while longer. Katarina wanted to say something, but she was not entirely sure of what Exo's response would be. Still, she pressed ahead and said, "Are you coming to my family's farm with us?"

Exo's response was too quiet for Katarina to understand at first, and, when she asked him to repeat himself, he looked as though doing so pained him. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"But why?"

"Why!" echoed Wishy again, heedless of what was going on.

There was no wind, but the stalks of wheat roiled all the same. Underneath his mask, Exo's dark eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip on his club. When a shape burst from one of the farm fields that bordered them, the cubone was ready and he met the sudden assault by putting his weapon and his body in front of Katarina.

He batted away the other pokémon and it was its snarl that Katarina recognized even before her eyes had registered its muted pink body covered in spines. It was the same nidorino that had accosted her when she had first set out on her journey. She could recognize him by the broken horn that cut a savage path from his forehead to end in an uneven point.

An instant later, the nidorino recognized her and Exo as well and he barked an ugly sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl, "You again?"

Katarina did not have any time to reply before the wild pokémon lunged at her again, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from Wishy in her arms. But, again, Exo stepped in front of her and he met the charging nidorino and he swung his club upwards to batter the side of his head. The force of the blow sent nidorino spinning and landed in a heap on the dirt ground of the road. He struggled to get up, but Exo walked over to the nidorino and hit him several times, bludgeoning his legs, side, and head.

Exo carried out his work in silence with grim efficiency. He did not look at Katarina as he did so, and she did not want him to. What brought him out of his trance was not the girl, but her pokémon. Wishy squirmed free from Katarina's arms and hopped down in front of her. The small poliwag shrieked her little lungs out and then sent out a string of bubbles at the prone form of the wild nidorino. They lazed through the summer air and popped pitifully against nidorino's pink flank. Exo looked up from his foe and stared at Wishy and lowered his club to the ground. Then, he started to walk away from the half-conscious pokémon he had defeated.

It was easy for Katarina and even Wishy to catch up to Exo, and although Katarina chanced a look backwards at the nidorino, she did not let up. Instead, she asked Exo, "Why won't you come to the farm with us?" Again, he did not say anything, so Katarina worked to convince him, saying, "I'll have to talk with my father, but I'm sure that you could stay with us and eat dinner with us. There's this great pond on our land that I know that Wishy is going to love."

"I can't be your pokémon," Exo said softly. "I'm sorry, Katarina, but I just can't."

"I'm not asking that of you! I only want for you to meet my parents, and to have dinner with us."

Exo shook his head slowly. "Even that would be too much, I think. I have spent so much time with you, traveling with you, and I need to go back to the way that things were before I met you, before I cannot."

"What do you mean by that? 'Back to the ways that things were before?’" Katarina's eyes narrowed and she raised her voice as she said, "What were you doing before you met me? Weren't you just a hermit walking around, with only fights with Endo every now and then to look forward to?"

"It was my life, and you have yours, and Wishy will have hers. If I go with you, I might want something that I can never have, and then I will never be happy. It may already have happened."

Katarina pressed him, "But what if you can have it?"

"Then I will always miss what I gave up."

It was quiet between them. Even Wishy had fallen silent. "Are you upset with me?" asked Katarina in a voice barely above the whisper of the swaying stalks of wheat in the fields around them. "Because I-"

"No," said Exo firmly. "I am happy to have met you Katarina, and I always will be, but I need time to think."

He started to walk onwards, but Katarina followed after him, trailed by Wishy on her little legs. "Wait!" The cubone did not say anything or even turn around, but he did stop. "Wishy is still too little, so she can't protect us if we get attacked by any other wild pokémon. So, would you come with us, at least until we're closer to home?"

At once, Exo said, "Yes," and he was stunned to feel Katarina's arms around him. She quickly let him go and busied herself with picking up Wishy and fussing over the happy little poliwag, and they walked onward together.

Not much was said between them as they walked. Both of them were wary of falling into another argument at first, but as those emotions faded they were replaced by new ones and the fear became of any talk turning into goodbye. But it was as sure in its coming as the sun's descent.

It was Katarina who began. They were still thirty minutes north of her family's farm and she could see that Exo was growing restless. She stopped walking and put a hand on the cubone's shoulder to have him do the same. Then she said, "I can find my own way home from here." Exo didn't say anything, but just nodded his masked head. Katarina set Wishy down and reached into her rucksack to pull out the polished red and white poké ball that Professor Oak had given her. It had held Wishy inside of it, but Katarina had no need for it any longer.

If Exo knew what she was planning, he gave no sign, and only watched as Katarina opened the capsule with a mechanical click and then bent its two halves back on the hinge connecting them until it broke in two. Katarina looked at the two domes that she held in her hands and then solemnly handed the white half of the sundered poke ball to Exo. "I don't know if you have anywhere to put it, but I want you to have this. I only got Wishy- I only got as far as I did because of you. If you hold onto it, maybe you'll remember me."

"I will."

"And don't forget that you'll always be welcome here, all right?"

"I won't forget." Then, Exo stepped forward and haltingly embraced Katarina. He lingered in her arms for longer than she expected, but still not nearly long enough. They separated and he started to walk away, following the sun west. Katarina watched him go, and Wishy watched her.

When Exo vanished over the horizon, Katarina picked Wishy up and completed the last leg of her journey feeling lonely, but not alone.

"Welcome home."

The End