Chapter 4
Waters of Understanding
The Gilded Adventure Guild's main library buzzed with the quiet energy of scholarly pursuit, though the afternoon light streaming through the tall windows revealed far fewer researchers than usual. Most Guild members had departed for evening meals or personal pursuits, leaving only the most dedicated—or obsessed—scholars to continue their work into the twilight hours.
Springleaf sat hunched over a cluttered desk in the library's deepest corner, surrounded by towering stacks of ancient texts, expedition journals, and hastily scrawled notes. His orange fur had lost its usual lustrous sheen, dulled by exhaustion and countless hours spent in artificial lamplight rather than natural sunshine. Dark circles shadowed his heterochromatic eyes, and his normally pristine whiskers twitched with the kind of nervous energy that came from too much research and too little rest.
The copper-orange Skitty's workspace looked like a scholar's fever dream. Three separate expedition journals lay open before him—one detailing explorations of the flame domains in the north, another describing underwater expeditions to mysterious tidal caverns, and a third documenting the sacred groves of various forest territories. Ancient texts on evolutionary artifacts were stacked precariously nearby, their leather bindings cracked with age and frequent handling.
"Spring, you're starting to look like one of those old manuscripts," observed Halvon from a nearby chair, his voice carrying the distinctive accent that came from his unusual hybrid nature. The Oshawott possessed distinctly feline features—pointed ears that swiveled independently, whiskers that twitched with emotion, and pupils that could dilate to perfect circles when he was particularly interested in something. His shell had a slight iridescent quality that caught the lamplight as he gestured toward Springleaf's increasingly disheveled appearance.
"Seriously," Angel chimed in from where he was sprawling dramatically across a stack of returned books, his electric-yellow fur creating a stark contrast against the dark leather bindings. The Yamper's tail wagged despite his concerned expression. "When did you last eat something that wasn't whatever stale pastry happened to be sitting on your desk? Angel could fetch some of those honey cakes from the kitchen—the ones with the little sparkles that make your fur all tingly!"
Springleaf barely looked up from the journal he was currently scrutinizing, his focus entirely absorbed by a particularly intriguing passage about crystalline formations in underwater caverns. "I'm fine," he mumbled, though his voice lacked any real conviction. "Just need to cross-reference these formation patterns with the flame domain discoveries. There's a connection here—I can feel it."
"What you can feel," Halvon said dryly, his cat-like pupils narrowing with concern, "is exhaustion. You've been at this for twelve hours straight. Even dedicated scholars need sleep occasionally."
"And food!" Angel added helpfully, his tongue lolling out slightly. "Angel read somewhere that brains need food to work properly. Very scientific fact!"
Springleaf finally glanced up, his heterochromatic eyes struggling to focus on his friends' faces. "I'm on the verge of something important," he insisted, gesturing weakly at the scattered papers around him. "These expedition reports—they all mention similar phenomena. Unusual energy concentrations, artifacts that seem to respond to specific individuals, patterns that repeat across completely different domains."
He pulled one of the journals closer, pointing to a detailed sketch with a trembling paw. "Look at this formation described in the flame territories—it matches almost exactly with this underwater chamber mapping from the water expeditions. And here," he fumbled for another text, "the forest accounts describe energy flows that follow the same mathematical progressions."
"That's fascinating," Halvon said gently, though his cat-like ears remained flattened with worry, "but discoveries will still be there tomorrow. You need to go home, get some proper rest, spend time with—"
"No!" Springleaf's voice cracked slightly with the intensity of his protest. "Don't you understand? These patterns are accelerating. The reports from recent months show increasing activity, more frequent manifestations. Something is building toward a culmination, and if I can just figure out the timing, the sequence—"
Springleaf felt his mother's leaf pendant around his neck, which had been growing gradually warmer throughout the afternoon, suddenly flared with heat against his chest fur. Springleaf gasped, one paw instinctively moving to touch the golden disk, only to find it almost too hot to handle. The spiral-shaped amulet pulsed with an inner light that seemed to match his quickening heartbeat, its metal surface practically searing his copper-orange fur. He fumbled to lift the pendant away from his fur, letting it dangle from its cord as the mysterious warmth radiated outward, seeming to resonate with the energy patterns he'd been studying in the ancient texts. This wasn't the first time the family heirloom had reacted to his research, but never before with such intensity or perfect timing.
"What in the depths—" he began, but his words were cut off as his vision suddenly shifted.
Luminescent threads materialized in the air around him, exactly like those he'd seen during his previous episodes but far more vivid and numerous than ever before. Golden strands connected him to the ancient texts on his desk, pulsing with the accumulated knowledge they contained. Silver threads stretched between him and his friends—warm amber connecting him to Halvon, bright electric blue linking him to Angel. More threads extended throughout the library, creating a complex web of relationships and connections that made his head spin.
"Springleaf?" Halvon's voice seemed to come from very far away, though the Oshawott hadn't moved from his chair. "Your pendant is glowing."
"And your eyes," Angel added, his usual playfulness replaced by genuine concern. "They're doing that thing again—like you're seeing something we can't."
Springleaf tried to respond, but the threads were multiplying rapidly, creating patterns that demanded his attention. He could see connections stretching beyond the library walls, reaching toward distant locations that felt both foreign and familiar. One particularly bright strand pulsed with oceanic blue, tugging at something deep within his consciousness.
Springleaf heard a voice speak to him.
"Village Bridge…"
"I'm... I'm fine," he managed to say, though his voice sounded distant even to his own ears. "Just need to..."
"That's quite enough of that."
Guildmaster Scroll's authoritative voice cut through the haze of Springleaf's expanding awareness like a blade through silk. The elderly Furret appeared at the edge of his vision, his zigzagged tail bristling with concern and no small amount of irritation.
"Angel, clear this workspace immediately," Scroll commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Halvon, help me get him upright. Springleaf, you're done for the week."
"The week!" Springleaf coughed, his head felt dizzy. "But Guildmaster…" Springleaf felt like he was going to pass out. But he can't, not now, not when he was so close…
"But the patterns—" Springleaf protested weakly, trying to focus on Scroll's face despite the dancing threads that continued to weave through his vision.
"Can wait until you've had proper rest and nutrition," Scroll finished firmly. "I'm ordering you home for the next three days minimum. You will eat regular meals, sleep in an actual bed, and spend time with that patient mate of yours who's been worried sick about your recent episodes."
Springleaf's ears flattened defensively. "Why are you bringing up Juju?" he asked, his exhausted mind struggling to understand why his personal life was suddenly part of a professional discussion.
Scroll's expression grew more serious, his zigzagged tail twitching with what might have been suppressed irritation. "Because I promised my cousin I'd look after his mate," the Furret said pointedly. "And right now, that means making sure you don't work yourself into a complete collapse."
"I don't need looking after," Springleaf protested, though his voice cracked slightly with exhaustion. "And Juju knows my research is important—"
"Important enough to come home looking like you've been through a storm every night?" Scroll interrupted sharply. "Important enough that he's been asking around the Guild, trying to understand these 'research episodes' of yours because he's worried sick?"
Springleaf's whiskers twitched defensively. "My work is important, Scroll. These patterns I'm discovering could be—"
"More important than my cousin's…your mate's emotional well being, Springleaf!?" Scroll crossed his forelegs, his tail twitching behind him in agitation. The long, zigzagged pattern on his tail—unusual for a Furret—seemed to ripple with his frustration. Springleaf tried to not look his Guild Master…his cousin-in-law in the eyes, his gaze instead fixing on the scattered papers across his own workspace. "I don't know where your obsession has come from-"
"I'm a researcher Scroll, I've dedicated my life to making discoveries-" Springleaf's copper-orange fur bristled slightly as he tried to defend himself, his own tail curling and uncurling nervously against his back.
"You promised Juju you would learn to control your obsessions." Scroll silenced the Skitty, his tone softening just enough to convey disappointment rather than anger. "You made a vow, before your family, my family, and Arceus on the sacred bridge between the east and west. Does that mean nothing to you?"
"Yes I remember our mating ceremony just as much as you do…I was there." Springleaf's ears folded flat against his head as he hated being lectured, especially about commitments that meant everything to him. The golden pendant around his neck seemed heavier somehow, a physical reminder of promises made and expectations to uphold.
"Juju loves you unconditionally," Scroll said firmly, stepping closer to Springleaf's cluttered desk. "Which means he'll support whatever you're passionate about, even when it's clearly harmful to your health. That doesn't mean it's fair to him, and it certainly doesn't mean it's wise."
The elderly Furret's expression softened slightly, though his tone remained stern. "You have responsibilities beyond these dusty tomes, Springleaf. To your mate, to your health, to the Guild that depends on you being functional rather than burnt out."
Halvon cleared his throat uncomfortably, his cat-like ears swiveling between the two arguing Pokemon. Angel had gone unusually quiet, his normally expressive tail tucked close to his body as he watched the tense exchange.
"I'm not burnt out," Springleaf insisted weakly, though even he could hear how hollow the words sounded. "I just need to—"
"What you need," Scroll said with finality, "is to go home, apologize to that patient mate of yours for neglecting him, and remember that love requires presence, not just passion for academic pursuits."
As Scroll spoke, something strange began to happen to the library around them. The warm, familiar atmosphere grew suddenly cold, and Springleaf could swear he felt moisture in the air despite the building's careful climate control.
"Guildmaster," he said slowly, his analytical mind noting the environmental changes even as his consciousness began to feel increasingly detached from his physical form, "something's happening. The temperature, the humidity—"
"Yes, well, that's quite enough mystical experiences for one afternoon," Scroll replied, though his voice seemed to be growing more distant with each word. "You're clearly overtaxed, and—"
The rest of Scroll's lecture faded into incomprehensible murmurs as the cold intensified and Springleaf suddenly realized he could taste salt water on the air. The familiar sounds of the Guild library—rustling papers, creaking chairs, distant conversations—grew muffled and strange, as though he were hearing them from underwater.
The last thing he registered before everything went dark was Angel's worried whine and Halvon's distinctly feline yowl of alarm.

Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up through layers of deep water toward distant sunlight. Springleaf's eyes fluttered open to find himself lying on his back against what felt like cold stone, though the surface beneath him seemed to pulse with a subtle blue-green luminescence. His head spun with disorientation, and when he tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness forced him to remain prone for several more moments.
"What... where am I?" he mumbled, his voice sounding strangely muffled, as though the air itself had grown thick and resistant to sound.
As his vision cleared, Springleaf's analytical mind immediately began cataloguing the impossibilities surrounding him. He was still in a library—that much was familiar—but this was like no library he'd ever seen. The familiar shelves and reading desks were present, but they appeared to be carved from living coral that glowed with internal light. Streams of water flowed along channels carved into the walls, creating a gentle, musical babbling that replaced the usual silence of scholarly spaces.
Most startling of all were the books. Dozens of ancient tomes floated freely through the air around him, their pages occasionally fluttering open to reveal text that glowed with the same blue-green light as everything else in this impossible space. The volumes moved with purpose, occasionally pausing to hover near specific locations before continuing their ethereal dance through the transformed library.
Springleaf pushed himself up to a sitting position, immediately noticing that his fur was damp despite not remembering getting wet. The air tasted of salt and deep ocean currents, completely at odds with the dry, dusty atmosphere he'd been breathing moments—hours?—before.
"This can't be real," he said aloud, his scholarly instincts demanding logical explanations even as his eyes tracked the impossible sight of floating books. "Some kind of hallucination brought on by exhaustion, or perhaps—"
A cascade of bright, melodic giggling interrupted his analytical speculation. The sound seemed to bubble up from everywhere and nowhere at once, like laughter echoing through underwater caverns.
"Oh my," came a cheerful, bubbly voice that seemed to flow around him like a gentle current. "Finally awake! You were out for quite a while there, egghead. Though I suppose that's what happens when you spend all your time buried in dusty old books instead of, you know, living your actual life."
Springleaf's ears perked forward as he tried to locate the source of the voice. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
The giggling intensified, delighted rather than mocking. "Look at you, already demanding answers instead of just experiencing the moment! Do you always need to categorize and understand everything before you can appreciate it? No wonder you look so tired all the time."
"I don't look tired," Springleaf protested automatically, though even he could hear how weak the denial sounded.
"Oh sweetie," the voice replied with obvious amusement, "you look like you haven't slept properly in weeks. Your fur's all dull, your whiskers are twitchy, and you've got those dark circles under your eyes that scream 'I choose books over basic self-care.' When's the last time you did something just because it felt good, instead of because it might teach you something?"
Springleaf's ears flattened defensively as he continued to scan the impossible library around him. His analytical mind couldn't help but catalog every detail, even as the voice's pointed observations hit uncomfortably close to home. Tentatively, he reached out to touch one of the floating books, gasping as his paw made contact with the ancient binding.
The moment his pad touched the leather cover, his pendant flared with warmth against his chest, pulsing with the same blue-green light that suffused the entire space. The book itself seemed to respond, its pages fluttering open to reveal text that glowed more brightly before floating away to join its companions in their ethereal dance.
"Fascinating," he breathed, reaching for another volume. Again, his pendant responded with increased luminosity, and he could swear he felt some kind of energy flowing between the artifact around his neck and the mystical tomes surrounding him.
"Ooh, that's a very pretty pendant you've got there," the voice observed with sudden interest. "Where did you get such a lovely little leaf? It's got quite a lot of history soaked into it."
Springleaf's paw moved instinctively to the golden disk, his touch causing it to pulse more brightly. "It belonged to my mother," he said quietly, surprised by his own willingness to share personal information with an invisible voice. "She wore it for years before giving it to me when I started my studies at the Guild."
"Sophia!" the voice exclaimed with obvious delight. "Oh, I should have recognized the family resemblance! Though you're much more bookish than Sophia ever was. She was always more interested in exploring tide pools and chasing schools of fish than sitting still with dusty old tomes."
Springleaf's heterochromatic eyes widened in shock. "How do you know my mother's name? How do you know her at all?"
Instead of answering immediately, the sound of gentle splashing echoed through the transformed library. From behind one of the coral bookshelves, a small blue figure swam into view, moving through the air as though it were water. Springleaf gasped audibly as he found himself face-to-face with a strange blue creature with large eyes and a red gem on its stomach, her large eyes sparkling with amusement and ancient wisdom. The being's translucent fins rippled gracefully as she hovered before him, seemingly unbound by normal laws of gravity. Water droplets formed and dissipated around her in a mesmerizing dance that defied explanation. Springleaf knew just what this creature…no Pokémon was. He had read about it in at least one to two books in the past, ancient texts describing legendary water guardians that few had ever encountered in the flesh. His copper-orange fur stood slightly on end as he realized he was in the presence of something truly extraordinary, something that shouldn't logically be floating before him in the middle of a transformed library.
"Hello, cutie," she said with a cheerful wave of one small fin. "I'm Aqua, and I've been waiting quite a while to meet you properly."
"A Manaphy," Springleaf whispered, his voice filled with awe and disbelief. "But... but your kind doesn't exist. I mean, there are legends and stories, but no confirmed sightings, no reliable documentation—"
Aqua's expression shifted to one of genuine confusion, her head tilting to one side as she floated closer. "Where did you get such a silly idea?" she asked, her bubbly tone carrying a note of bewilderment. "Just because you don't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist, silly! Do you think the deep ocean currents don't exist just because you've never swum through them? Or that the songs of Wailords aren't real because you've never heard them with your own ears?" Aqua snickers, small bubbles of amusement forming around her as she does.
"What's so funny?" Springleaf asked, his whiskers twitching nervously. The academic part of his brain was still struggling to reconcile the mythical creature floating before him with everything he'd been taught about confirmed species.
"Oh just silly memories. Your kind has quite the history with Wailords." Aqua leans her head on her fin as if she's laying on a bed of moss while looking down at him, her eyes twinkling with ancient mischief. "Lived as long as I have, you learn that nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it. The boundaries between myth and reality are much more fluid than most realize."
She performed a little loop in the air, her movement creating gentle ripples in the space around her. The water-like distortions caught the light, casting prismatic patterns across Springleaf's copper-orange fur. "You scholars are so funny sometimes. You'll believe in ancient artifacts and mystical energies based on dusty old books, but if a legendary Pokémon shows up to chat, suddenly you need 'reliable documentation.'" Her giggle echoed through the coral library like bubbles rising to the surface, the sound somehow both childlike and impossibly ancient. "As if the world exists only in the things you've managed to write down and catalog properly!"
Before Springleaf could formulate a response, Aqua suddenly swam closer and pressed her small muzzle against his in a brief but unmistakable kiss. The Skitty jerked backward in surprise, his heterochromatic eyes wide with shock.
"What was that for?" he sputtered, his fur standing on end from the unexpected contact.
Aqua giggled delightedly, performing another little loop in the air. "It's been a while since I got to kiss a male that wasn't my companion Ace," she said with obvious amusement. "You're much softer than he is—all that book-reading has kept your fur nice and fluffy!"
"Ya but who just walks up and kisses someone? Like what?" Springleaf questioned as Aqua giggled, his heterochromatic eyes still wide with shock. "And who is Ace and why would you just walk up to him and kiss him like that? That's not normal behavior!"
"My fellow guardian, of course!" Aqua replied cheerfully, floating in a gentle circle around the bewildered Skitty, her movements creating small ripples in the air. "One of the other protectors of the Sacred Treasures. Though that's not entirely accurate, since the treasures have different names depending on which domain you're in. We all have our roles to play."
"So my suspicions are correct! There are only three treasures and each domain sees them differently." Springleaf's copper-orange fur practically bristled with excitement as his scholarly mind latched onto this confirmation. He wanted desperately to follow this thread of information, to unravel the mystery that had been consuming his research for weeks, but Aqua was anything but a scholar and didn't seem to catch his academic enthusiasm. Her playful movements suggested she viewed this conversation very differently than he did.
"Oh Ace is the most adorable Victini!" Aqua continued, performing another little loop in the air. "He's cute and adorable and has such a fat co-"
"Those two things are the same! You don't use them like-" Springleaf interrupted, his researcher's precision with language overriding his curiosity momentarily. His tail twitched with irritation at the linguistic redundancy.
"Thats not true! And its rude to cut someone off when their praising someone," Aqua pouted, bobbing slightly in the water. "Cute and adorable are not mutually exclusive, they can be used seperately too…see I can use fancy lingo too!" She finished with an air of triumph, as though she'd just delivered an academic lecture.
"…." Springleaf wanted badly to get off this topic, his copper-orange ears flattening against his head in frustration. There was something wrong with this Pokémon. How could she be so…stupid. Here he was, on the verge of confirming his theories about the Sacred Treasures—potentially the most significant discovery in recent history—and this supposed "guardian" was prattling on about her friend's attributes in the most juvenile manner possible. It was almost physically painful to a mind like his that craved precision and knowledge.
Springleaf's ears perked forward with scholarly interest, temporarily overriding his embarrassment. "What do you know of the Sacred Treasures?" he asked eagerly, leaning forward despite still being seated on the glowing coral floor.
Aqua's expression grew slightly more serious, though her playful demeanor remained. "Oh, you mean the Season Changers," she corrected gently. "That's their original name, you know. Much older than 'Sacred Treasures'—that's just what the academic types started calling them when they forgot the real stories."
She settled into a more stable floating position, her large eyes taking on a teaching quality that seemed at odds with her bubbly personality. "The treasures—Season Changers—have different names depending on which domain you're in, and their effects are slightly different in each realm too. What works one way in the water domains might manifest completely differently in the flame territories or forest groves."
"The Season Changers are what the forest Pokémon call them." Springleaf confirms. "And they're called the Eternal Vessels to the fox colonies in the fire domain."
"Yes and like I said before egghead, you stick up the ass, scholarly types call it the Sacred Treasures here in the water domain." Aqua smiles at him. "It's so hard to believe that Sophia let someone squirt you into her and that "this" came out of her." Aqua waves her fin around Springleaf who was starting to turn pink from his ears all the way to the tip of his tail.
"Why?" Springleaf pokes his head in confusion, his copper-orange fur bristling slightly. "We're having an academic conversation and you're talking crudely about my mother. That seems entirely unnecessary and inappropriate in this context."
"Mostly just to see you get all flustered. But also because I saw Sophia as an adorable Skitty like you are now when she was having her visions too. Granted she was having hers during a much smaller convergence." Aqua spun in a little circle, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
"Convergence...?" Springleaf felt like he should dive into this more but he had more important things to worry about than personal connections. Academic advancements are far more important. Still, he filed the information away in his mental catalog—his mother had experienced similar visions? No one had ever mentioned this to him.
Springleaf's whiskers twitched with growing confusion and curiosity. "Where exactly am I?" he asked, gesturing at the impossible coral library surrounding them, his paw making a sweeping motion at the shelves that seemed both solid and somehow fluid simultaneously. "This can't be the Guild library, but it's so similar... The organizational system even follows the same classification pattern we use for evolutionary artifacts."
Aqua's face lit up with genuine pleasure. "Ooh, now that's a decent question! I was wondering when you'd start asking about your actual situation instead of just trying to categorize everything you see." She performed another playful spin through the water, her blue body reflecting prismatic light across the coral formations. "You're finally getting somewhere interesting!"
"Getting somewhere…interesting?" Springleaf blinks a few times as he tried to understand what she meant. She truly is stupid.
Despite his best efforts to remain respectful, Springleaf found himself falling back into his habitual academic tone. "You know Aqua…I don't even know why I'm asking you. I can figure it out for myself, you'd just give me some simple minded or barely an answer at all." Springleaf flicks his tail with growing irritation, the orange appendage swishing sharply through the water. "This is most likely a dream since there is no possible way for me to be underwater, nor for books to be submerged without falling apart. Don't worry I'll use simple words since I expect you barely can process…oh sorry…process might be too big for you to understand." He couldn't help the condescending tone that crept into his voice, his scholarly pride getting the better of him.
Aqua's playful expression vanished instantly, her large eyes narrowing with surprising intensity. The prismatic light that had been dancing across her blue form suddenly seemed sharper, more focused. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice dropping from bubbly to sharp in a heartbeat. "Did you just try to talk down to me like I'm some kind of simple-minded guppy?" The water around them seemed to chill several degrees.
Springleaf blinked in surprise at the sudden change in her demeanor, his ears flattening slightly against his head. The confident academic posture he'd adopted moments before weakened in the face of her unexpected reaction. "I... I was just trying to explain—"
"Let me make something very clear, Sensitive," Aqua interrupted, her small form somehow radiating considerable authority despite her size. She moved closer, the fluid motion through the water impossibly graceful yet unmistakably intimidating. "I'm a Manaphy, not an idiot. I understand complex concepts just fine—I just express them differently than you do. You'd best learn your place before you assume I need your 'simple explanations' about anything." Her voice carried a weight of ancient wisdom that belied her previously playful manner, making Springleaf suddenly feel very small and very out of his depth.
Springleaf stared at the transformed Manaphy, genuinely taken aback by the sudden shift in her personality. The bubbly, playful creature from moments before had been replaced by someone who clearly commanded respect, and he found himself reassessing everything about their interaction.
"What do you mean by 'Sensitive'?" he asked carefully, his tone much more respectful than before. "You said it like it was a title."
Aqua waved one small fin dismissively, and suddenly a leather-bound book materialized in the water-air before floating gently into Springleaf's paws. "Here," she said, her voice still carrying that edge of authority. "Since you apparently don't want to believe anything that's not written in a book, maybe this will help."
Springleaf looked down at the ancient tome, then back up at Aqua with a hint of his old scholarly snark returning. "Maybe you're the one who needs to be sensitive," he muttered, though quietly enough that he wasn't sure if he meant for her to hear it.
To his surprise, Aqua's stern expression cracked slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, that was actually pretty good," she admitted, some of her playfulness returning. "Most academics are too intimidated to make jokes once I show them my serious side."
She settled back into a more relaxed floating position, though her posture still maintained an air of importance. "The title 'Sensitive' is given to someone who is able to see the Threads of Destiny," she explained, her voice taking on a more educational tone. "Those chosen by the Season Changers to serve as their vessels and guardians in times of great need."
Springleaf's eyes widened, his gaze automatically dropping to the book in his paws before looking back up at her. "Why me?" he asked, genuine confusion coloring his voice. "I'm just a researcher. I spend my days buried in dusty books, not... not dealing with cosmic destiny or whatever this is supposed to be."
Aqua swam closer, reaching out to gently touch the pendant hanging around his neck. The moment her fin made contact with the golden leaf, it pulsed with brilliant light that seemed to resonate through the entire coral library.
"Your mother said the same thing." Aqua looks away for a moment as if viewing a distant image or memory. 
"The Season Changers pick who they want," she said softly, her voice now carrying a note of something almost like compassion. "And your bloodline was destined for much more than being house cats, Springleaf. The pendant you wear has been waiting generations for the right moment, the right crisis, the right sensitive soul to awaken to its true purpose."
Springleaf's ears flattened against his head, his whiskers drooping with self-doubt. "I don't feel special," he admitted quietly. "If anything, I feel like a failure. Juju deserves better than a mate who gets so lost in research that he forgets to come home for dinner, who has mysterious episodes that worry everyone around him, who can't even take proper care of himself."
Aqua tilted her head, studying him with an expression that was both sympathetic and slightly exasperated. "Have you thought about going home and fucking him?" she asked bluntly.
Springleaf's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his orange ears flattening against his head. "I... what?"
Aqua rolled her eyes dramatically, spinning in a little circle in the water. "Such a pussy, and I mean that in every way possible. You don't seem like a top anyway, you've got an ass like your mother, could take a Rhyhorn I bet. Probably already have."
"What the fuck-" Springleaf sputtered, his tail bristling with indignation.
"Look, physical contact is just as powerful as emotional, when combined together they can fix a lot of issues. After this when you wake up from this fun vision you're having. Hint, hint, your soul is here while your body is still in the Guild with your friends and family. But…" Aqua brushed Springleaf's fur with her fin, leaving a cool, damp trail across his orange coat. "Go home, find your mate, kiss him, apologize for being a boring pussy who would rather rub his rod in a book than put it in his mate."
"That's not tru-" he tried to interject, whiskers twitching nervously.
"Hush, I'm giving you life advice. You know Pokémon pay good money for this kind of stuff. Now…where was I…oh yes. FUCKING. Yes kiss him, then go down on him, work that rod out of that sheath, worship it…worship it…and then sit on it…oh but make sure to spit on it first…get it all nice and slick, rub him until he starts to ooze…" Aqua's description became increasingly graphic, her fins gesturing enthusiastically.
"It's more complicated than that," Springleaf protested, though his voice lacked conviction. The pendant around his neck seemed to grow warmer against his fur as his embarrassment increased.
"Complicated? What's complicated about applying friction to someone's dick and making them bust in you? Best feeling is feeling your hole filled with piping warm cum and feeling it drip out of you while you squeeze your muscles to keep it in." Aqua spun around him, trailing bubbles that somehow formed suggestive shapes in the water.
"Projecting…" Springleaf muttered, unable to meet her gaze as his tail curled protectively around his body.
"Maybe…it's been a while since I've had a good dick in me. You know the cool part about being a Manaphy…I can see the shaft inside of me, I can see that little 'cloud' effect when I get busted into. Benefits of being mostly water." She giggled, the sound rippling through the crystal chamber like tiny bells.
"Its more complicated…" Springleaf sighed, his pendant swinging as he shook his head.
Aqua snickered at his choice of words, bubbles escaping from her mouth. "Harder than that, you mean?" She swam closer, her expression growing more serious despite the playful undertone. "Listen, sweetie, it really is that simple sometimes. Being a mate isn't just about emotions and pretty words—it's physical too. Sometimes the best gift you can give someone is yourself, completely and enthusiastically. Juju deserves that, doesn't he? After all he puts up with from you?"
Without warning, she reached out and gave his rear a firm squeeze with one fin, causing him to jump in surprise. "You've got an ass that's definitely worth mounting," she said with a wicked grin. "Use it. Let him know you still want him as much as he wants you."
"You're incredibly crude," Springleaf huffed, his face heating up beneath his fur.
"There you go again using fancy words that us "common" Pokemon don't us." Aqua says in a mocking tone. "Look at me, I'm Springleaf, the Skitty that uses fancy words because I'm hiding how insecure I am. I love taking big dicks in my ass, but I don't like to let that off despite being mated to a Furret with a fat cock. Oh and I love letting my best friends high paw one another while they fuck me from both sides."
"Your disgusting and how do you know about…ah…no comment…" Springleaf blushes.
"And you're incredibly dense," Aqua shot back cheerfully. "And I'm your guardian, I've watched over you since you won the great race and Sophia pushed you out of her." Aqua didn't seem interested in putting on any kind of filter. "Honestly, I'd love to swap bodies with you, go home, and set that poor Furret straight myself. He's probably been waiting patiently for you to remember that you have a body as well as a brain."
Before their conversation could continue further, something extraordinary began to happen. While Springleaf processed Aqua's blunt relationship advice, he suddenly became aware of a pulling sensation that had nothing to do with the mystical library around him. A thread of brilliant green light materialized in the air before him, stretching away into an infinite distance and pulsing with the steady rhythm of growing things.
Before he could process this fully, a second thread appeared from an entirely different direction—this one blazing with red and orange fire that seemed to dance and flicker with barely contained energy.
Aqua's face lit up with genuine delight, her relationship counseling completely forgotten in favor of cosmic excitement. "Oh, wonderful!" she exclaimed, clapping her small fins together. "The connection has begun! The others must have connected with their guardians too."
She swam in an excited circle around the bewildered Skitty, who was staring transfixed at the two luminous threads stretching away from him into the mystical distance. "This is exactly what's supposed to happen when the Trinity forms," Aqua continued, her bubbly personality fully restored by her excitement. "You're not alone in this, Springleaf. There are two others just like you, experiencing the same awakening, the same calling. And now you're all connected!"
As Aqua spoke, the threads began to pulse more intensely, and suddenly Springleaf found his consciousness pulled along them. Through the green thread, he glimpsed a mystical forest where a young Deerling with distinctive blue and pink markings stood beside a Shaymin with a magnificent flower crown. The forest felt ancient and wise, filled with the deep patience of growing things.
The red thread showed him an entirely different scene—a natural hot spring where a unique six-tailed Vulpix sat in meditation beside what appeared to be a small, fiery legendary Pokémon. The hybrid's tails blazed with perfect balance between fire and ice, creating steam that danced through the air in mesmerizing patterns.
Din, he somehow knew the Deerling's name. Sparks, came the knowledge of the Vulpix's identity, though he had no idea how he possessed this information.
The dual visions intensified, and suddenly Springleaf felt as though he was experiencing both locations simultaneously. The pressure in his head became overwhelming, a splitting sensation as though his consciousness was being stretched across impossible distances.
"Ah!" he gasped, pressing his paws against his temples as pain lanced through his skull. "It's too much—I can't—"
Aqua immediately swam to his side, her fins gently grasping his shoulders. "Close your mind!" she commanded, her voice cutting through his distress with surprising authority. "Pull your awareness back to yourself. Don't try to experience everything at once!"
Following her guidance, Springleaf forced his consciousness to retreat from the overwhelming connections, drawing his awareness back to the coral library and his own physical form. The pain in his head gradually subsided, leaving him feeling drained but more centered.
"I could see them," he said breathlessly, his heterochromatic eyes wide with wonder. "Din and Sparks—though I don't know how I know their names. The Deerling was in some kind of mystical forest with a Shaymin guardian, and the Vulpix was at hot springs with what looked like a Victini."
"Of course you could see them," Aqua said gently, her voice warm with understanding. "You're connected now. It's only natural to gain some insight into your fellow Sensitives. The Trinity bond allows you to share experiences, though you'll need to learn to control it so it doesn't overwhelm you."
As she spoke, the coral library around them began to shimmer and fade at the edges. Distant voices seemed to echo from somewhere far away—familiar voices calling his name with concern and urgency.
"Springleaf? Can you hear us?" Halvon's voice drifted through the mystical space like sound traveling through water.
"Spring, please wake up!" Angel's worried whine followed, growing stronger as the library continued to dissolve.
Aqua smiled as the transformation accelerated around them. "Looks like it's time for you to return to your worried friends," she said, though her expression held a hint of mischief. "We'll see each other again, sooner than you might think."
She giggled, her eyes sparkling with playful intent. "Though I'm tempted to stop by and make sure you actually take my advice about taking proper care of Juju. Someone needs to ensure that poor Furret gets the attention he deserves."
"You don't need to—" Springleaf started to protest, but something in his voice made it sound more like an invitation than a dismissal. Before he could clarify his meaning, the mystical realm gave a final shimmer and began to collapse entirely.
Aqua's laughter echoed around him as everything faded. "Oh, I definitely will!" she promised, her voice growing distant as the real world reasserted itself. "Count on it, Sensitive!"

Springleaf's eyes snapped open to find himself lying on the library floor, surrounded by the worried faces of his friends and Guildmaster Scroll. The familiar scents of old parchment and leather bindings filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the salt-tinged air he'd been breathing moments before. The warm, dry atmosphere of the Guild library felt almost stifling after the cool, aquatic environment of Aqua's domain.
"There he is," Scroll said with obvious relief, though his expression remained concerned. "How are you feeling, Springleaf?"
"Dizzy," Springleaf admitted, accepting Halvon's help to sit upright. His head still felt somewhat disconnected from his body, as though part of his consciousness was still drifting between realms. "How long was I out?"
"About half an hour," Scroll replied, his zigzagged tail twitching with barely contained worry. "You collapsed mid-sentence and wouldn't respond to anything we tried."
Halvon's cat-like pupils suddenly dilated as he leaned closer to examine Springleaf's fur. "Spring," he said slowly, his hybrid features showing clear confusion, "why is your fur wet?"
"What?" Springleaf looked down at himself, surprised to discover that his orange coat was indeed damp in several places, as though he'd been splashed with water. He could even smell the faint mineral scent clinging to his fur—the same oceanic aroma that had permeated Aqua's mystical library.
Angel, ever curious, leaned forward and gave Springleaf's shoulder a quick lick. His electric-yellow tail immediately began wagging with excitement. "Oh! Oh! It tastes like mineral water!" he announced, his voice filled with wonder. "The really fancy kind they serve at those expensive restaurants!"
Scroll's expression grew increasingly serious as he processed this information. The elderly Furret moved closer, his keen eyes studying Springleaf with the intensity of someone trying to solve a complex puzzle. "Mineral water," he repeated thoughtfully. "From a library that hasn't seen a drop of moisture in decades."
The Guildmaster was quiet for a long moment, clearly weighing his words carefully. Finally, he turned to Halvon and Angel with a decisive nod. "I want you two to escort Springleaf home," he said firmly. "Make sure he gets there safely and sees to his mate properly. He's had enough excitement for one day."
"But Guildmaster—" Springleaf started to protest.
"No arguments," Scroll cut him off. "You're in no condition to be researching anything else today. Go home, rest, and take care of Juju. That's an order."
Halvon and Angel immediately moved to help Springleaf to his feet, each taking one of his arms to steady him. As they began to guide him toward the library exit, Scroll hung back, his attention focused on something among the scattered research materials.
"Aren't you coming, Guildmaster?" Angel asked, glancing back with his characteristic concern.
"In a moment," Scroll replied distractedly, already moving toward Springleaf's abandoned workspace. "I want to examine something first. You three go ahead."
As they left the library, Springleaf caught a glimpse of Scroll carefully studying the expedition journals and ancient texts, his expression troubled and thoughtful. The Guildmaster seemed to be looking for something specific among the scattered papers—or perhaps confirming a suspicion that had been growing in his mind.
The walk home passed in a blur of concerned questions from his friends and fragments of memory from his encounter with Aqua. As they approached his modest dwelling, Springleaf found himself genuinely looking forward to seeing Juju again—though whether that was due to his own emotions or Aqua's blunt relationship advice, he wasn't entirely certain.
One thing was clear: his life as a simple Guild researcher was over. The Trinity had awakened, the connections had been forged, and cosmic forces far beyond his understanding were now in motion. Whatever came next, he would face it not as a solitary scholar, but as one part of something much larger than himself.
And somewhere in the depths of his memory, he could still hear Aqua's playful laughter and her promise to visit sooner than he might expect.