Sure, Sam and Richard might have been the only people nearby in the woods, but Richard didn’t seem willing to talk. The silence was awkward to the point that Sam felt as though he could cut it with a knife.

  He wasn’t sure what was going through Richard’s head. The other boy clutched his fainted Jolteon’s Pokéball and kept sending Sam strange, confused looks. Sam resisted speaking up for any small talk, however. A small voice constantly whispered its warnings in the back of his head.

  If he’s my grandfather, doesn’t that mean if I say the wrong thing, I’ll prevent my own birth?

  At least Sam didn’t need to think too much, given the need to follow Haunter. He just kept moving, eyes forward, pretending to search for a route ahead but really just searching for the signs left by his Pokémon.

  In the silence, Haunter brought them through the woods. While he was unable to find Ash or anyone else, he was at least able to guide them toward what he felt to be a place of safety.

  Slowly, the trees grew denser around them. Slowly, a strange mist built.

  It soon became as if the world was shrouded in an omni-present fog, but Haunter didn’t slow in any way to denote his concern. With how much of that mist blocked his vision, Sam was only barely able to follow his Pokémon, but he kept at it, and Richard kept close. The trees of the forest rapidly became nothing more than looming silhouettes, and the fog was a blanket that completely covered them.

  But counter to how it all appeared, they were suddenly outside of it. The fog vanished in an instant, and they stood just past a final line of trees.

  An impossibly clear lake stretched out before them.

  The day had gone on for just long enough that the sun had moved far across the sky. However, it wasn’t quite sunset. Rays of light bounced across the lake’s surface to make the water gleam.

  Close to the shore, soft waves lapped at a small ledge where the grass suddenly cut off. Sam almost thought that this lake was sealed by a layer of crystal. But looking closer, he quickly realized that wasn’t it. It was simply that the lake’s surface was genuinely that clear.

  I can count the stones on the bottom.

  Towards its center, where the gleam of the sun blocked his vision, Sam could see the occasional shadow of a swimming Water Type.

  No river or stream flowed into this lake. It might have been completely isolated, but it wasn’t stagnant. There was something about it that made Haunter confident they’d remain safe as long as they stayed here.

  They could rest. And, with Haunter’s feeling subtly expressed to Sam from the shadows, the decision to stay came easily.

  “We’ll camp here for now,” Sam said, breaking everyone out of that enthralling sight. “We don’t know where anyone else is, so it doesn’t make sense to keep pushing through the night and risk getting ambushed while we’re effectively blind.”

  Richard nodded slowly.

  “Alright. Then... give me a minute. I need to treat Jolteon.”

  He briefly flicked his eyes over to Sam, his gaze lingering on him, but Richard just shook his head and moved over to sit behind one of the forest’s large trees. Sam could hear the sound of a Pokéball going off to release the Pokémon inside it, but Richard seemed to want privacy to treat his injured team member.

  Sam wasn’t going to fight against the other boy’s desire to be alone for a bit, but it wasn’t like he had any supplies on him to make camp right now. Strapped for options, he sat at the water’s edge. The sounds of the lake’s slow waves helped him finally calm down, and he watched the faint movements of wild Water Pokémon from the lake’s shore.

  After everything else, this place felt like a blessing. It was hard to think about just how compacted everything had been recently. Sure, he had spent a few days traveling with Misdreavus through the forest, but then he met his grandfather. Got thrown through time. Fought a poacher.

  Saw a Legendary Pokémon.

  ...All of that in a single day. Right now, Sam was just happy to have this chance to relax.

  Leaning back, he closed his eyes to focus on the feeling of the breeze and the grass beneath him. When he opened them back up, Misdreavus was floating at his side, and she moved down to lean against him comfortably.

  “When I was with my team,” Sam started quietly, “the reason we came out here was for training. Both for them and for myself.”

  Misdreavus looked up.

  “A problem I kept having was that I overrelied on pre-made plans. I wanted to train myself to fight more instinctually. Like all the best trainers tend to do.

  “And back there...” Despite everything, Sam gained a slight smile. “We actually did it. You were incredible. I came up with a plan on the spot, you understood me, and all of us... We managed to pull it off.”

  He subtly patted the ground next to him, sending quiet thanks to his shadow. Though Haunter stayed hidden within, Sam could feel him wiggle with barely restrained pride.

  “We’ve come a long way,” Sam continued, speaking softly. “You especially, Misdreavus. I think, if my team was here, they’d be proud of what you’d achieved. This would be a celebration! Even though Celebi and that poacher are still out there. In just a week, you were able to hone and improve your moves, and then in your second real battle ever, you managed to pull off something like that—”

  Misdreavus squirmed with a furious blush on her face, unable to withstand Sam’s compliments any longer. He laughed, willing to stop to save her the embarrassment, but he meant every word he’d said.

  For now, he pushed back up and continued to stare out over the water. He didn’t have anything else to say. He just wanted to enjoy this moment of peace and quiet.

  It lasted for a while, with just him, Misdreavus, and Haunter resting on that shore.

  Then, Sam heard the sounds of footsteps over the grass.

  Richard spoke up behind him.

  “Who are you?”

  Sam looked over his shoulder to see the other boy standing a foot away. Richard stared at him with a gritted jaw and clenched hands. Behind him, his Jolteon approached the lake. It now had a medicated bandage wrapped around where the Sneasel had landed its swipe, and it curled into a ball for a long rest next to the peaceful waves of the lake.

  “I’m Sam,” Sam answered.

  His statement was met with the twitch of an eye.

  “That’s not— Ugh! Who are you? Not your name. Not your identity. I mean, who are you in relation to everyone else!” Richard took a step forward and pointed a finger toward Sam. “Tell me. They knew you. How did they know you? And— Just— How did you get here? And how were you able to fight so well if your Misdreavus is as weak as that?”

  Misdreavus sent the other boy a sharp glare, and though Richard went quiet, he still stuck out his chin in defiance.

  Sam briefly felt the need to stand up and defend his friend, but what was the point? Both of them knew Richard was wrong. Misdreavus wasn’t weak. Raising his voice would just drop him to Richard’s level, and it wasn’t worth getting himself caught up in an argument like that.

  “She’s not weak,” Sam said, his voice calm as he turned back to the water. “She just doesn’t have that much battle experience. I think it says a lot about you if you didn’t notice that. You should know she’s been training all this time.”

  Sam heard a bit of stammering as Richard tried to object, but the other boy stopped himself, biting his tongue.

  Silence then persisted. Sam could practically feel Richard’s expectant gaze.

  Eventually, he didn’t have a choice. Sam let out a long sigh and continued to speak.

  “Misdreavus is Misdreavus,” he said reluctantly. “And me? I don’t know what you’re asking. I’m just Sam. That’s who I am. What else do you want me to say?”

  “How did they know you?” Richard repeated, speaking through his gritted teeth.

  “Not sure,” Sam answered honestly. “Maybe it’s because I’m not from this time?”

  He sent another glance over his shoulder, and he realized that Richard’s face was bright red. It was hard to see this boy as his grandfather. He had none of that calm wisdom Sam had grown so used to while growing up.

  “Sorry. I’m not trying to be vague on purpose,” Sam mumbled. “I guess I should have been more specific. I’m not from this time, but I’m not from your time, either. I’m... I’m from two years ago. As in two years ago from right now.”

  Misdreavus intently listened in.

  “So I’m not from your time period,” Sam admitted reluctantly. “I don’t really know what happened. I was with my team, I was pushed, and then I fell, and then everything happened to have me encounter Misdreavus, and then I met you.

  “I know you think there might be something else going on, but there’s not. Really,” Sam said. “All of this has been an accident—a cruel accident. So, when you asked me who I am, I really meant my answer. I’m not anyone special. I’m a Ghost Specialist. Really, I’m just... I’m Sam.”

  Your grandson.

  But he could never say that part out loud.

  A long moment passed in which Richard just stared. His gaze burned into Sam as if he was trying to sear away any potential lies. However, he eventually seemed to reach his limit, but instead of yelling, he just collapsed onto the ground.

  “So after all of that... You’re really not... Ugh.” Richard scratched at his head. “So they haven’t actually met you. Not yet, I mean.”

  “I guess?” Sam replied with a casual shrug. “I don’t actually know what’s going on. I’m mostly just here due to coincidence, I think.”

  That was a half-lie. Sam knew he was here due to Mismagius, as she clearly remembered and ensured all of this would happen. Meeting his grandfather had not been intentional on his part, but it was also too much of a coincidence for it to be an accident.

  Too much was going on for all of this to have happened on chance alone. It felt as though it had all been planned out, as if dancing to the beat of something planned out for him.

  He hated that.

  “But I also have a question for you.” Sam turned to look at Richard, and the young version of his grandfather stared up at him from the forest floor. “There’s... one thing that’s been sticking with me. Do you remember what happened when that poacher first appeared?”

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  “Yes?” Richard answered cautiously. “You mean the Marauder, right? When everything happened about an hour ago?”

  “Yeah,” Sam said, letting out a sigh. “When he showed up, you said his name was the Iron-Masked Marauder. But how did you know that? He’s from the future, and you’re... from the past.”

  Silence.

  Richard was stock-still as a tense moment came and passed.

  The other boy opened and closed his mouth as if to try to come up with an excuse, but he ended up letting out a groan, and he brought up an arm to cover his eyes and mouth.

  “I’m not from here, either,” Richard said, his voice practically a groan. “I’m... I woke up in Celadon. Over in Kanto. I didn’t know anything before that. I just knew—”

  He stopped himself.

  “Something would happen here,” Richard said. “In Ilex. I made sure to keep traveling with Sammy because I wanted to find Celebi, too.”

  Sam didn’t let anything show, but he felt as though his entire body had just been cast in lead.

  What?

  My grandfather isn’t... He wasn’t originally from the past?

  He knew that meant something, but he wasn’t sure what he’d need to ask. There was more that his grandfather was not telling him, but his heart was pounding far too hard in his chest.

  Sam was only able to speak a single question. It ended up as one word.

  “Why?”

  “Why I wanted to meet Celebi? It’s obvious. Because everything about my time period sucks!”

  Much to Sam’s surprise, Richard’s voice twisted into genuine rage, and he suddenly slammed his arm onto the earth. Shocked out of his stupor, Sam watched him. For a different reason now, Richard gritted his teeth.

  “I know I can never go home, and I know I never want to go home, but it’s just— I thought I could at least jump ahead to the future and have— I thought I could at least have a chance!”

  Richard wiped his eyes.

  “Pokéballs suck. They work, but using a knob is clunky. Pokémon Centers aren’t that common, and treatment can take days if things get bad. There are barely any proper amenities, but I can at least live with that since I’m mostly spending my time traveling. But I think, more than anything else, I hate the current Gym Challenge. I want to meet and face people who build each other up. I don’t want to encounter people who are more preoccupied with proving themselves to be better than everyone else instead of working to improve society.”

  Sam blinked as Richard breathed in a choking gasp. It took a few seconds for him to settle down.

  “That cold war you mentioned,” Sam said in a quiet voice. “Everything you mentioned. It’s all due to that stand-off between Kanto and Johto, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.” Richard managed to sit back up, and he pulled his legs into his chest. “It was a pain to cross over to Johto from Kanto, but I just wanted to leave, and Sammy really wanted to explore a new place. I figured... I figured that if all of this was going to happen anyway, I might as well turn it to my advantage. So when he talked about visiting the Ilex Forest, I remembered Celebi existed and agreed.”

  Not once did Richard say how he knew this, even though Sam desperately wanted to know.

  But Sam couldn’t bring himself to ask. He was more focused on making sure his own feelings didn’t show.

  “I... I get it,” Sam ended up saying. “I didn’t exactly come here willingly. I just want to return to my team. And for Misdreavus... More than anything else, I want to make sure she’s happy no matter what.”

  Misdreavus had been watching this conversation as if it’d been nothing more than a daytime drama. When Sam spoke her name, she blinked in surprise, and then she sent him an embarrassed smile.

  He did his best to smile back.

  “Then...” Richard hesitated. It took him a few seconds to finish his thought. “I guess you should probably know that I know what happens next.”

  A pause.

  “What do you mean?”

  Sam felt as though he’d been punched.

  Once again, Richard didn’t speak immediately. He looked over Sam with a furrowed brow. It was as if the boy thought Sam was still a threat, even after everything they’d just discussed.

  But the need to say something, anything, won out in the end. Sam couldn’t even think of how long the other boy had kept this secret close to his chest. Richard probably desperately wanted to speak about this with someone, and who else but another person thrown through time?

  “You weren’t here originally,” Richard admitted. “And I wasn’t either. The first time around—the intended time around—it was just Sammy and Ash. But there, Sammy went by Sam, and in the... In what I learned, they did their best to rescue Celebi together. Except, it didn’t work. The Iron Masked Marauder...”

  Richard trailed off. His next words were more akin to a cough.

  “He caught it.”

  “Caught what?”

  “Celebi.”

  Sam froze.

  “How?” he hissed.

  “He used his Dark Balls,” came Richard’s answer. “The same ones he bragged about earlier. He caught Celebi, forced it to make some kind of plant-like kaiju, and then once they stopped that monster... Celebi, it...”

  Richard’s expression was blank.

  “Celebi died.”

  Sam was silent. Misdreavus looked horrified. For a second, it was like the entire forest had to breathe in.

  Without speaking, Richard robotically stared out over the lake. Sam carefully joined him.

  “But that was only how it originally was,” Sam said. “We’re here now.”

  “We are,” Richard whispered, “and I don’t think that was supposed to happen.”

  “Probably not.”

  Sam took a moment to gather his thoughts.

  “In other words... this is an opportunity,” he said. “This might be a chance. We can step in, stop Celebi’s capture, and then we can change the future. Together.”

  If Celebi was meant to die, then Sam would stop it. Not because he wanted to help it, but because helping it would give him the chance to help Misdreavus.

  He wanted to wring its neck for causing all of this, for causing Misdreavus to spend so long on her own, but with Richard’s knowledge, he had an advantage. This could be the “in” he needed; by saving it, he could trick Celebi into owing him a favor, and then he could use that favor to stop Misdreavus from spending decades on her own.

  “Okay. Yeah. Yeah! This is perfect!” Sam said. “You already said it yourself—the real threat isn’t the Iron-Masked Marauder, but it’s actually his Dark Balls. If we can just stop him from using those, then we can stop Celebi from being captured and making whatever a kaiju is. And if Celebi is never captured—”

  “Then Celebi won’t die,” Richard realized.

  For some reason, his gaze flicked to the crystal-clear water of the lake.

  “But you know he’s still a threat, right? Even if we stop him from using his Dark Balls, he still has that Sneasel and that Scizor and that—” Richard hesitated. “And that Tyranitar.”

  Sam felt unconcerned. He had Haunter. Only he knew about his trump card.

  “Doesn’t matter. I have Misdreavus. And Ghost Types are tricky. We’ll be able to pull something off.”

  “But he’ll attack us.”

  “We outnumber him.”

  “He has a Tyranitar.”

  “We have us.”

  “But his Pokémon are frenzied! They’re violent! They have maximized strength!"

  Sam smiled.

  “That means he’ll be overconfident. We’ll be able to predict how his Pokémon will fight.”

  Richard was now standing, staring at Sam in disbelief. He opened his mouth while desperately trying to think of a counter, but nothing came out.

  Instead, he simply threw back his head for a single laugh and collapsed onto the ground once again. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and he looked significantly more relaxed than he had a mere few seconds before.

  “Alright, fine. I guess you win this time,” Richard said, calming down. “Man. If you’re this confident, then you really must be more experienced than me.”

  “Yup, but that’s all thanks to my team and the Pokémon I’ve trained with,” Sam said. “But even then, we have other Pokémon. And time. And even more than that—with your knowledge, we actually have the chance to make a solid plan.”

  Sam looked over to Richard, Misdreavus, and even the shadow beneath his feet. Jolteon had walked over, and it was now leaning against its trainer’s side as it listened in.

  “Also, there’s something else, too,” Sam added.

  “What?” Richard asked carefully.

  “The Iron-Masked Marauder doesn’t know something obvious,” Sam said as he leaned back. “He’ll be trying to trap us, but I specialize in the Ghost Type. And what most people fail to realize about the Ghost Type is that the Ghost Type can never be trapped.”

  Since Sam didn’t have anything on him, Richard was the one to prepare a meal for everyone, and Sam devoured the offered food. Later, when night fell, Richard loaned him a blanket, and Sam got the best sleep he’d had in nights.

  The area around the crystal-clear lake was peaceful and lacked aggressive Pokémon. Even with the lingering threat of the Iron-Masked Marauder over their heads, Sam found that he was actually able to relax.

  He spent a while hashing out plans with Richard, but Sam mostly just sat next to Misdreavus. More than anything else, he wanted to help her. She was his primary motivation. He knew she deserved so much more than this.

  In the morning, Sam practically inhaled the dried fruits given to him by Richard, and the other boy made breakfast for his team. If any small pieces of food were snatched away by Haunter, no one noticed, and Sam certainly wasn’t going to say anything.

  Their goal for today was to meet back up with everyone else, a task they expected to take an unknown amount of time. But, while loitering on that shore after cleaning up their breakfast, a flash of light caught Sam’s eye, and he saw a brief glow appear on the other side of the lake.

  “Did you see that?” Sam said, pausing as he folded that previously borrowed blanket.

  “Huh. I did,” Richard said. “It looked like... light from an Electric Type move?”

  Both of them went utterly still, and then they exchanged a look. Wild Electric Types weren’t really a thing in the Ilex Forest, but there was one, specific Electric Type that they knew would be nearby.

  Ash had a Pikachu.

  “Quick, have your Jolteon use an attack!” Sam shouted.

  “Give me a second!”

  “Hurry up! We have to make some light!”

  As fast as he could, Richard called his Jolteon over, returning the few other members of his team. Then, almost immediately, he had his Pokémon send the bright flash of a Thunderbolt up into the sky.

  He made sure to have his Jolteon not send the move that high up as they didn’t want to alert the Iron-Masked Marauder to their presence. Though the move didn’t go past the top of the trees, it would certainly be visible from the other side of the lake.

  When the immediate glow of the Thunderbolt’s electricity faded, they waited. For a second, Sam thought nothing would happen, but then they got their response: another flash of lightning coming from the opposite shore.

  “They’re there,” Sam realized.

  “They’re there,” Richard repeated.

  Immediately, they exchanged a look, and then they hurried to gather everything they could. Even Misdreavus helped clean up their campsite. Richard shoved all of his belongings into his backpack, only putting the barest amount of effort into folding them up. Then, they took off running with Richard’s Jolteon continuing to flash, and even more flashes came from the opposite shore in response, moving closer by the second.

  The lake wasn’t too large—it was smaller than the one behind Blackthorn’s Gym—but it was large enough that they had a bit of a trip to meet halfway. The two sides approached each other in the opposite directions of a clock, and the group they were running toward really was the group they expected.

  At first, Sam could only hear the distant sound of buzzing electricity, but then he heard a familiar voice’s shout.

  “Richard! Dick! Rich! Are you there?!”

  “Sammy!” Richard shouted. “Sam! Samuel! We’re right over here!”

  Bursting through the trees, both sides finally laid eyes on one another. Ahead of them, Sammy let out a laugh, and next to Sam, Richard looked as though he wanted to collapse out of relief.

  Ash slowed to a halt beneath the trees, a bright smile on his face, and Brock and Misty fought to catch up behind them. Those two were panting, having to push themselves to give chase so unexpectedly.

  “You’re okay,” Richard said, breathing out.

  “Of course we are! Was there any doubt?”

  Richard met his friend in the center, embracing him in a hug, and they both laughed out of sheer relief for having successfully reunited after everything that had happened yesterday.

  But Sam’s eyes were on something else.

  As Richard eagerly chatted with his friend, Sam found himself staring at the creature above them. It was small, only a bit bigger than Typhlosion’s head, and its green, plant-like body almost reminded him of an unripe onion—that is, if an unripe onion had arms, legs, and a pair of insect-like wings on its back.

  The Legendary Pokémon, Celebi, said its name, its voice a mixture of a buzz and a hum. It flitted downward to circle Richard and Sammy, curious about the newcomer talking to its friend.

  “That’s the Voice of the Forest,” Sam breathed, whispering to himself.

  The answer to and source of all of his problems was right there, perfectly healthy and hovering in place only so many feet away.

  “Oh, yeah! I can’t believe I almost forgot!” Sammy smacked his forehead. “Richard, this is Celebi. Celebi, this is Richard. And over there, we have Sam, who...”

  His voice trailed off.

  Celebi glanced over to Sam, and Sam could not look away from the Legendary Pokémon. Its powers were what caused all of their troubles in the first place, but he also knew that it had the potential to fix everything in the way he sought.

  He took a step forward, remembering the promise he had made.

  He then took another step, thinking of everything Misdreavus would be forced to go through.

  Celebi was the one responsible for all of that, and that truth sat at the forefront of his mind as he approached. Sam took another step, and then another step, and another step after that.

  From under his feet, something tugged on the bottom of his pant leg, but Sam pushed on, unable to pay it any mind. Behind the group, Ash took on a dark expression, and his Pikachu’s cheeks crackled with static.

  Sam ignored them, too.

  Right now, only Celebi mattered, and it just looked on curiously, unfamiliar with Sam. Still, it seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he had shown up alongside the friend of a friend.

  Celebi controls time. We have time. It can help us right now—What’s a single moment to it?

  All he needed it to do was a minuscule task. With just a modicum of its Legendary power, Celebi could prevent Misdreavus from suffering through years on her own.

  Everything could be fixed.

  He tried to get closer, but the tug on his pant leg became more and more fervent with every step. A nervous tension entered the air as everyone seemed to hold their breath. The distance between Sam and Celebi became negligible, but then Haunter finally had enough, grabbing Sam’s heel with a yank.

  He tripped.

  “...Are you kidding me, Sam?”

  Richard pinched the bridge of his nose, and Sam face-planted into the cold, forest floor.

  Grumbling to himself, he would have liked to stand up, but Sam finally recognized that Haunter wasn’t trying to make him stop. He’d been trying to get his attention.

  Now that he was on the ground, Sam could feel it. It was subtle, but every so often, the earth seemed to shake.

  “What is that?” Sam said, eyes widening as he felt the ground move under his palm.

  “What is what?” Sammy asked.

  Everyone started to look around.

  Snapped out of his initial mindset, Sam pushed up to his knees to place both of his hands onto the forest’s soil. He could feel it shift around ever so slightly; somewhere in the distance, heavy objects were irregularly hitting the earth.

  With the warning shared, people caught onto the noise of a faint rumbling quickly. Soon joining it was a distant cacophony of wood breaking and branches snapping following that up.

  Celebi, who had looked so friendly and curious before, suddenly gained a grief-stricken look on its face.

  Before anyone could share any comments, it took off, rushing toward wherever the source of that noise was.

  “Celebi! Wait!”

  Sammy chased after it, and Ash was quick to follow. Brock and Misty both sighed before running as well, and Sam finally stood to exchange a slight look with Richard.

  It was far sooner than expected, but they were both in agreement that this was probably it.

  Chasing after everyone else, Sam made sure to send Haunter a quiet thanks. The further he ran into the woods, the louder the noises became.

  This wasn’t just a rumbling; it was the frequent feeling of an explosion followed by the shattering of wood. There was a piercing noise, a massive blast, the shouts of wild Pokémon, and then something heavy fell.

  Ahead, Sam could see a point in which the sun shone through the trees, and everyone stood frozen up ahead. He broke through the forest’s edge—an out-of-place forest’s edge. It shouldn’t have been here, yet, before him, he was faced with what seemed to be acres of brown dirt.

  Those massive, ancient trees of all types had fallen. The forest here was nothing more than logs and churned-up earth.

  Around them, wild Pokémon fled in all directions, heedless of the group of motionless humans. Sam could see another flash in the distance—not the flash of an Electric Type, but the flash of an extremely powerful move.

  The clues were all there. It didn’t take Sam long to put everything together. He was the one to vocalize what was going on.

  “That’s Hyper Beam. It’s the Iron-Masked Marauder,” Sam whispered in dawning horror. “Since he couldn’t find us, he’s destroying the forest. He’s doing all of this just to lure Celebi out.”

  Sam’s Team:

  Approximate Team Strength: 5 Stars

  Haunter (Ghost / Poison Type, Male, Naive Nature +Spe/-SpD)

  Abilities: Levitate

  Moves: Hypnosis, Lick, Confuse Ray, Spite, Mean Look, Hex, Shadow Punch, Night Shade, Acid Spray, Ominous Wind, Shadow Ball, Dream Eater, Nightmare, Curse

  (Ghost Type, Female, Hasty Nature +Spe/-Def)

  Pokéball: Friend Ball

  Abilities: Levitate

  Moves: Growl, Psywave, Astonish, Confusion, Confuse Ray, Mean Look, Night Shade, Shadow Sneak

  Pokémon included in this chapter:

  Celebi

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