(Old) Pokémon Detectives

Chapter Three- The Truth

(Terra's POV)

"Yesterday a storm forced the Dragonair Ferry into the deep blue," Wes Leon reports. He's a twenty so reporter for Starlight News. He usually dresses in suits. It's the only News Channel in the Hercu Region. Could you imagine having more than one News station? How could you know which one to watch?

"But luckily for Pokémon and human passengers the Sea Guardian was nearby." Again with this Sea Guardian. Just who is it?

The door opens and closes immediately. I divert my attention from the screen to see Aunt Rachel. It's like four in the afternoon. She's been gone since what like midnight? She wasn't home when I got back from my stroll.

Her hair is in a messy bun, her strange uniform is all wrinkled up. It's like a white blouse with black dress pants and black boots. I say it's strange because she's not the dress up kinda woman.

"Oh, Terra, you're awake early." She lets out a exaggerated yawn, while sitting down by me and Whistle.

"It's four in the afternoon," I point out.

Whistle has fallen asleep on my lap. Can't blame her, earlier we were playing hide and seek at the park. Pretty sure the others have dominated my bed.

She checks her wristwatch, mumbling under her breath.

"Should I be expecting this?"

She glances at me, reading my perplexed expression.

"I could lie and say that this was a one time thing, but it's common." She leans back, getting sucked into the sofa.

She's never really told me what she does. And I've never really bothered to ask her. Whenever she'd leave for a month every so often I'd be overjoyed. Not because I dislike her company. It just meant that for a month I got to live in the wild, like a Pokémon. But now I don't have that option. Now I want to know.

"Your birthday's tomorrow," she changes the subject, carefully. Typical...she doesn't want me to know. Why keep whatever she does a secret from me? Is it because we're not blood related?

"As a birthday present, I wanna know the truth."

(Neptune's POV)

Alliance is a not so secret organization. Based out of Starlight City, basically owning the city. We pride ourselves on making sure that Pokémon and humans will always be in harmony. There are Field Agents and Researchers, Office Workers, you name it. I'm a Researcher, who does NOT do much field work.

My inability to do field is probably because my parents are in charge. And even though they know I'm more than capable: they're still protective of me. I'm surprised they ever let me leave and go to school so far away.

Right now, I'm in my lab, doing you guessed it: lab work.

Last week I got to order Reef around. Got him to go to some ruins for me. And I'm just now getting around to  analyzing the pictures he took. They're all written in Ancient Poké Text. More specifically Wind Text.

The Hercu Region was once divided. The air, land, and sea. It wasn't until Arceus decided to create the four Guardians. Braviary, Lapras, Torterra, and Flabebe. The four met annually at the Pokémon Palace.

As I adjust my glasses, my eyes are glued on the flashing screen in front of me. My program to read and translate Ancient Poké I'm not efficient in is slowly decoding.

It's a long boring process. And I don't necessarily need to be around while it's working. Could probably even go for a half hour stroll on the beach. But I'd best not. Last time I left my lab unannounced my parents literally sent a Search and Rescue.