Me: Did you at least consider where we're traveling? I feel this is more of an exercise, than a mission...

Almost deliberately insulting his idea. But he didn't pick up on it, fortunately. It was already bizzre enough how the two of us walked through the public without a human acquaintance with us. we sure did get a lot of "eyes", but we did our best to ignore them.

?????:  I know were we are going...i just hope we don't run into our enemies along the way. we may have patient enemies as well.

Me: But why do much higher, grander Pokemon want to aid our efforts? Aren't we trivial to their eyes?

?????: Heh...you'd be surprised how even simple beings, like us, can get attention, and become legends in time. You....are one of them, Ezahn. But...just like a crowd, you will have to wait your turn and be picked out by people who would like to listen to your tale. Getting on the list is one thing...caring and listening to it...is another. Such as I, a mercenary...would not have the same privilege as you. If not ignored or feared by many. Known as a killer with no mercy...that's not what I am. I was just...doing my assigned tasks.

Sounding hurt and fatigued from his own words. He has brought up this matter several times. Now i'm interested in his backstory.

Me: You keep bringing up that subject. Can you tell me, what exactly is so...unpleasant about your past? I must know by now. Perhaps it will...strengthen our........

Not even wanting to finish the sentence, it felt so wrong to me. He grunted and shrugged off the feeling. At least we can agree that we understand the same thing easily.

?????: Our emotions are compatible there, Ezahn. I...don't want to call us friends yet...not until we've fought together. Because teaming up with you isn't the most fruitful thing of this journey.

Me: Maybe later it will be...

?????: The fact you have no hope in that statement, actually makes me smirk. Heh...seems we have more in common than I thought. It feels wrong...but we're forced to, nonetheless. I hope we can adjust before it's too late.

Me: I'll fight...but don't expect me to be "super close friends" by the end of this.

?????: Couldn't agree more. Now if you still are pondering on our headed location. There is this...grassy cliff we need to meet with this Victini. It's other allies are...well, getting through their wake up process. Once we reach there, we will have to wait a little for Victini to show up and tell us the rest of the plan.

Me: To bring back my home? Why exactly is it so important...

?????: The reason why your home, or kingdom and Father were so...popular. Is because you and your family, as well as the rest of all the citizens that inhabited. Showed a great deal of respect and clean morality for the longest time. Until the Crusades came along. Then...well you guys were pretty much forgotten about. For nearly 3 to 400 years, you all loved to do what was right, and keep everything to a clean and wholesome point of view. People admire this, and peace and happiness was very strong at that time.
It invited strangers in and found love everywhere. Even when there were poor residents and citizens scrounging around for food and resources, to either feed themselves or their children.
Without even knowing the suffering being, they invited them into their home for dinner. Even let them stay for the night until they could get back on their feet. The other kingdoms...they didn't even as to bother about these suffering people. Even in modern times, we go through that. I see other people, even children searching around for food in waste, hoping something is at least minimally edible before they take their last breath of dehydration or starvation.

Sometimes homeless...dirty...hungry...for some centuries, this...kingdom was the ultimate salvation to all of this. All because what, you guys wanted to serve and follow Arceus's ways of righteousness? 

Me: Sounds like a mess of religious jumbo. I adopted my Father's liking for a clean spirit in this path. We lost a lot of...immoral people dwelling in our kingdom. They left by choice. Although we may not have had the biggest population, it made our lives simple, happy, and very productive, partnering cooperative. I guess....the Nazak's hated us for this. How successful we were, and how welcoming and hospitable we were to any outsiders. Welcome in no matter what, seeking a new home or somewhere to rest for some time.

However, we did need income. Another fact, we weren't the richest kingdom ever. But we needed enough profit to purchase resources from around the world. Even the professional farmers from around the world even wanted to work here. Well...we sure did have a good life. Productivity, freedom, happiness, every positive thing you can think of. Until those followers of Giritina, cursed us...

?????: What?

Me: Just an exaggeration...

?????: Well....I had no idea I murdered so many good people...I truly...regret what I've done. If only I had fought for the RIGHT reason...the right people. Not just some "Mercanary for hire". Seems that will remain the biggest sin of my life...

Letting out a pained sigh, he stopped walking. Seems he now is realizing the damage he caused. But it wasn't his fault. He was misleaded into evil. How ironic...even the smartest deceptive Pokemon was fooled into dark ways. I almost want to laugh at him for being tricked. Knowing how skillful a Zoroark is at trickery. At least in mundane topics.
But out of pity, I wanted to comfort him. It's always what I tried to live up too.

Me: I know you murdered all those...innocent, righteous people...but it wasn't your fault because of it.

?????: Sheath your tone...who knows what the roaming civilians may compute.

Whispering to me cautiously, In a wordy way to me that he fears we may be judged, or carry unneeded suspicions. I understood him, and did what he asked.

Me: I apologize. I was just...trying to reassure you. But I disregarded the negative facts of the events. But...seeing how shaken you are by the past. I would...at least like to help. 

?????: Why would you help someone who's made your life worse...

Letting his head drop, and getting into a more dreary state. but assisting him has made it easier to strengthen our relationship. At least it was becoming easier by now. And...maybe more of a friend than enemy.

Me: I don't need a reason to be compassionate. Maybe...we could make an invincible team one day. We first have to get past our differences. That's...still a lurking difficulty to me...maybe both of us. But you're having the harder time. I always dreamed of being a Pokemon that other individuals can seek wisdom and protection from me. Like a Father or Guardian. I've always dreamed of reaching this title...maybe you could be a good start.

?????: Heh, you really think you can help me? I doubt that. Right now, we need to focus on our focused route. Like I keep saying, I have to redirect you. But we must remain on high alert...there are some remaining foes who want to kill us. They know our plans...and they want to stop us. Just evil individuals who want to make our day worse.

Me: And...who may these beings be?

?????: You'll see soon enough. We can't beat them alone...but both of us, we may stand a chance...hopefully.

Not sounding very confident in his words. I wasn't going to question his worry. I just assumed it would be best if we confronted our foes, personally. Than packaging our hopes and doubts in a future that won't assure us a pleasing end.

*1 hour later*

Me: So...is this where we are supposed to wait? Sure is a beautiful view from this cliff.

?????: We shouldn't have to wait much longer. At least with this journey being rather...undisturbed of threats. It...hasn't really been that much of a pain, Ezahn.

Me: So...how long must we hold our patience? We've been here for a little bit of a lengthy time.

?????: Maybe I can cure you guys' boredom.

Me: Who said that?

?????: Hrngh.....Ghost type.

He said getting up and holding his blade tighter, clearly keen on the mysterious voice. That was until the mysterious foe revealed themself. Indeed it was a Ghost type...but one I've feared for a long while. Those expert hand-to-hand combat, Ghost-type fighters. It's an extremely unsettling prolonged battle against them, considering their ever tireless fighting style, as well being rushed by fists and kicks.

They may be small...but it's a much harder time to hit them, due to their small size and nearly untouchable demeanor. It had a hostile look on it's face, and I knew this mythical wanted a fight. Not only that, but it had a partner with it, that had nearly the same entry. A, nearly-identical Blue eye color as the unnamed Zoroark next to me. It had a more calm spirited demeanor...but still had an arguable deal of readiness to the Marshadow's side.

?????: You remember how you asked who was against us?

He asked me, but then pointed his sword towards them. And spit out his words with a bitter tone.

?????: Those...are our adversaries.

Zexko: Ezahn....finally I found you. Time to make your life worse.

Me: You underestimate my abilities. You should fear who you challenge.

Zexko: You need to learn how to tone down your confidence, Lightning Sentinel. Maybe I'll paint my fists with your blood. Let's see how confident you are when you get a good taste of pain in your mouth.

Punching the air a few times, as if to intimidate me. All it did was make me chuckle. Ghost types were pesky, but this imbecile may be a handful to fight. I hope I'm wrong. Readying my jaws, as well as the Mercenary. Wrapping his blade in a dark Aura-like shadow. It...emitted a hostile power to it. Death and hate seemed to be the blade's language.
Still...the Darkrai's mood was disturbingly calm. As if it already had a plan...or maybe just wasn't as hostile as it's smaller companion. Being distracted by my own thoughts, it rushed at me and made a large leap into the air. Trying to get a high vantage point of attack over me. I had to back up to remain alert of it's every move.

?????: Quick, you take the Marshadow, I'll handle the other Dark type!

And with those words, he charged into battle against the Dark Mythical. Bold of him to challenge such a high being. But I had faith he could at least give it some trouble trying to kill him. It seemed though it wasn't very familiar with violence.
That alone could give him a major advantage over the docile Darkrai. He went for the same maneuver and lept high with his legendary sword, ready to spill the blood of a great foe. My opponent however...I'm going to need to use intellect over strength. As this will be harder to exploit a weakness from this Ghost type than fighting it straightforward. Fortunetly, this is my stronghold, but I will need to get technical. Always hard to do under pressure.