Reblog — …But can he lead me to the Truth I seek?
Though he couldn’t know exactly what they were saying, Wes could sense the doubts and conflict among the three guarding Pokemon. They were here to keep this… this not-quite-a-human here. He couldn’t call her a human anymore, but she was no Pokemon either - it was no wonder she was being held here. Still, these three seemed to have come to some sort of settlement to allow it, and there was no need for conflict - nor did Wes want to. The loyalty to their trainers was shining through in their hearts… there wasn’t any need for him to linger here any further. He didn’t even have to hear that from Shira to know it.
Waving to the Pokemon, Shira smiled over it’s shoulder to the Pokemon left behind, watching them stare.
Shira affectionately smiled at Wes, nodding that white clad head eagerly as he took those scared hands and led them away from the group of Pokemon. Shira then looked to the blonde hero in front and stared blankly.
[ Wes?…Wes is the shepherd that will guide me to Black, the Hero of Truth. Wes…I have never heard your name from the Hero of Truth’s lips. The Hero of Truth has many friends. I suppose you must be one. ]
That male voice paused as they stopped. Shira examined the back of the Hero’s head, before gazing around, those blue eyes just behind Wes’. The whitehaired one looked to Seth and Thomas, and as all of them paused to try and listen, Shira stepped from Wes.
Placing that hand upon the Pokemon’s backs carefully, Shira rendered the layout of the castle within their minds. Using all of their telepathy together, Shira nodded a few times, smiling occasionally cracking before moving back to a straight face. Shira then raised it’s brows, before standing and twisting around, facing Wes again, white hair twirling about those petite shoulders.
All three of the Pokemon had seen the events of this castle.
[ The Hero of Truth, Black, my keeper, is here in this very castle. But we cannot stay here much longer. The fate of this castle is that it will fall, along with it’s maker. We must assume that Black will make his way out, but we must make our way to safety. Is there somewhere we can go, where I will not be discovered, and Black will certainly know where we are? A place the Hero of Truth finds solace and safety, himself?
I have shown Seth and Thomas…they now know the way around, and can lead you better, and faster, than I can within this human shell I find myself trapped within.
My name…My name is Shira. The form I take on now is a lie…The truth is, I am Reshiram, and you must get me to safety. ]