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Lykas walked into the library and started to look around. He'd already left on a journey once with the intention of getting his hands on a Phione but the end result had been nothing of value and a lot of money spent during the last year. Maybe with Sub's resources, he'd found more and the hybrid would be able to get his hands on it, himself.

"Need some help?" Sub asked as he turned the corner around the bookshelf to greet the new hybrid. "So have you gotten used to your new body? Been awhile since you transformed so I would assume you can at least move all your limbs. From what I've seen Steel hybrids always have it the hardest transitioning, that new skin is just plan uncomfortable." He explained as he picked a book off of the shelf.

"Fairy Master huh? You know, I actually read a legend once about someone you could consider a master of the Fairy type. Care to hear the story? Kind of a long one." He admitted as he flipped through the pages.

"Long ago, during a time of great turmoil, there lived a man named Sucellus. He was a kind man who loved all equally, and unconditionally. Legend has it that he was abandoned in the forest as a newborn child by his young mother. The local Fairy Pokemon took him in as one of their own and raised him in the forest. The legend also says that Xerneas, the guardian of all life, took an interest in the boy, having awoken from his slumber after having seen a vision of a terrible future. With Xerneas's blessings the Fairies raised the boy to become a powerful channeler, to protect the forest and life in Xerneas's steed, he was a vassal to the legendary Pokemon." Sub explained, opening the book to show Kaya a few pictures pertaining his story.

"As he grew older, the man would discover his purpose, the vision Xerneas had seen. A terrible war broke out as a man wielding the power over darkness rose up, amassed an army, and set out to conquer the world. The various other Channelers and hybrids banded together to stand up to the Dark Conqueror. This alliance appeared before Sucellus and pleaded for him to join their cause, to help save the world from darkness. He refused." At this point he had to stop to take in a deep breath.

"Sucellus attempted to completely stay out of the war, but as time went on the casualties continued to increase. The loss of life hurt him deeply. No longer able to ignore the death around him Sucellus roamed the battlefield s and began to heal the injured on both sides, even the forces of the Dark One. Once the alliance learned that he was healing the enemy as well the labeled him as a traitor to peace. And of course the dark forces showed no thanks, they continued to exploit his kindness all while destroying his forest for lumber." With that said Sub closed the book and put it down on a nearby table.

"The poor Channeler was shunned by all of those he worked so hard to save. History doesn't say what happened to Sucellus, the allies searched for him so that they could make him pay for aiding the enemy. Even the Dark One searched for him, wanting to make him into his slave, and yet no one knew where he disappeared to. The war destroyed his forest, his home. All traces of Sucellus had disappeared, and his name faded away into the throws of time. However, there is a legend that says Sucellus still lives, that his home still exists, the man having used almost all his power to seal it away from the rest of the world, the Channeler having turned his back on the world that shunned him." With that said Sub walked over to a nearby wall and pointed to a spot on a map of Kalos.

"That forest? Is believed to have been right here, where Laverre City stands. The legend says there is a way to get to Sucellus's Forest from here. And that the tree, which the gym is built into, is the key. A family of Fairy users was sworn to protect that tree, the gateway to his forest, followers of Sucellus's teachings. Valerie is a member of that family. I can't say if she even knows anything about Sucellus or that fabled forest where even Xerneas hails from, it has been over a thousand years. However, she would be your best bet. Seek out Valerie and question her on the tree." Sub told Kaya.

Beneath Team Snagem's base, Sterling Grey, better known as Odd, was browsing through the library. He wasn't reading names. Or books for that matter. He seemed to just be looking for something like pictures in these old tomes. Just one, even if a simple sketch, would tell him he'd found one worth struggling with. He was trying to find information, of course, but how much could one find without a developed ability to read?

Odd jumped at the sound of Sub's voice. How could that man manage to scare someone who has literally gone through Hell to get where he is now? Regaining his composure, Odd turned to face the Snagem leader. "Well....I heard about a Pokemon from Unova once. A really really rare one. Some say it's just a myth, it's so rarely seen. Called Meloetta." He explained. "I was hoping maybe you had collected some information about it down here but.....all I have to help me look is pictures and there aren't many down here that have any." He admitted, chagrined by his inability to read. Dyselxia was most definitely his greatest weakness.

Odd turned away from Sub at first. "Don't look at me like that." He said simply. Pity had to be the one thing in all the world he despite more than anything. And with his disability, he found it aimed at him far more than he could easily accept. Sub may not be pitying him for that but for the channeler, that was all he could think it was about.

When Sub pulled the book down, he stared intently at the pages as Sub read it, trying to make sense of the words. He felt that only if he applied the effort and truly tried on his own would he stand a chance at finding the Mythical Pokemon he sought to find. By the time Sub was done reading, Odd was only half way down the first page and had only magaed to make any sense of about the first half of any given paragraph.

"Does that man have a name I can recognize him by?" He asked calmly after a few more moments of trying to read and failing.

Odd nodded. "That'll make it difficult to find him if he is still among the living." He admitted but it was with no animosity of any sort. "It may not be his real name but that may be enough to help me find him." Said in regard to the name. The Wordsmith. Fitting, it would seem, that he go to find the man who spun stories for a living when he sought to find a living fable.

"I may be gone for a while. Chances are I won't come back to HQ until I've either captured it or run out of leads. Not unless you call and really need my help. You've got enough man power among the others to make up for one missing half-dead channeler." He said as he stood up and stretched out. "Thank you, Sub. I'm gonna go collect some things and then I'm leaving for Castelia ." He said before he began to walk off. He was in no hurry, though. One way or another, he could contact this man as long as he could find him.