When Sapphire returned to the castle, Char was already in his room, sound asleep. The last thing Sapphire wanted to do was wake him, so she decided she would grab some berries from the kitchen and go to bed herself. That was, until the King sent one of his caretakers to escort her to his Throne Room.
Once the big, creaky door had been closed and it was just Sapphire and her father, the interrogation commenced.
"I want to know everything that happened today, starting from the moment you left the castle, all the way up to now." the King demanded.
"Okay, okay!" Sapphire replied, raising her paws in surrender. "First, I showed Char the Town Square. Then, we went to the Meadow and played a fun game of tag. Afterwards, we visited the Beach, where I went swimming and Char laid on the sand. We also met up with Will and Blaze. Then, Char showed up at the bonfire and chatted with the other Pokémon! See? Nothing happened!"
"You didn't show him anything important, did you?"
"No. We did everything I told you and that's it."
"You didn't say anything about why the kingdom is here, right?"
"Um, would it be bad if I did?"
"Yes! Extremely bad!" the King fumed, "He's still an outsider! At this point, we don't know anything about him or where he's from! Or at least, I don't." he gave Sapphire a skeptical look.
"Dad, I know as much about Char as you do. We didn't really talk about him much today."
"Mm." said the King, pondering, "You said he attended the bonfire, correct?"
"Yes, why?"
"What kind of story did he share? Anything that could hint about exactly who he, who he may be associated with or what he was doing out in that storm?"
Sapphire hesitated before answering, and when she did, she didn't look at her father.
"No, he told one of those common tales about Lugia."
"So you know nothing?"
"Yes! Why can't you just believe me and accept that maybe Char isn't a bad Pokémon!"
"Watch your tone, Princess." warned the King.
Finished with the conversation, Sapphire turned on her heel to leave.
"Sapphire," the King called as Sapphire approached the door.
She didn't answer, nor did she turn to look at him, but she did stop walking to hear what he had to say.
"It's not that I don't trust you, I'm simply being cautious."
"He's not a bad guy, dad. Sooner or later, you'll find you have nothing to worry about."
At that, Sapphire exited the room.
As soon as the door had closed behind her, she sank to the floor. Sitting against the door, Sapphire drew her knees close to her head. It was difficult considering her bulky shell. She buried her face in her legs and thought only of Char.
When I said he wasn't a bad guy, I felt like throwing up. He's such a nice Pokémon, but that bonfire story was so... sudden. So... dark. And so... precise. Char sounded like he knew what he was talking about. More than he should have. He said while travelling he'd heard many stories about Emburn, but that idea doesn't sound right for some reason. I'm probably being stupid! Why can't I just believe Char like everyone else!
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Back in the Throne Room, King Blastoise was already questioning Wing and Snap on the day's events. They seemed to know about as much as Sapphire. They had simply observed the two Pokémon, but never heard their speech. That was, until the bonfire.
"He told a really odd story, my lord." said Wing, glancing at Snap.
"What kind of story?" asked the King. Could his daughter have kept information from him?
"Well, it was more of a correction than a story." added Snap.
"Well, stop beating around the bush and get on with it! What kind of story?"
"Well," began Wing, "a Pokémon by the name of Charge who visits the Bonfire regularly had told a story of the infamous criminal Emburn. You know, the Charmander that stole into stores and supermarkets in the dead of night and cleared out the whole premises before anyone knew he was there?"
The King hadn't the foggiest idea of who Emburn was, but he could feel this story getting dark, fast.
"Anyways," continued Wing, "When Charge finished the story, that Char guy told him it was all wrong, and then re-told the story in his own way."
"By comparison to Char's story, Charge's sounded like a Magikarp trying to convince others of it's true power." Snap blurted out. "It just didn't sound real at all!"
"Snap, that's rude and racist! You know there are plenty of Magikarp in the Kingdom of Peace!" Wing chastised.
"Sorry."
"So, you're saying that Char is very knowledgeable about this Emburn fellow?" asked the King, ignoring Snap's outburst.
"That's the way it sounded, my King." said Wing.
Perhaps there's more to this than meets the eye.
"Right. You two, continue to watch Char. I want an even more detailed report tomorrow. Also, tell the Gallade in the Library to send me all the books he has on Emburn. I want to know exactly who he was and what he did."
"Understood." they replied in unison. They then scurried out the main door, past Sapphire who was still deep in thought, and off to the library.
King Blastoise was beginning to lose patience with himself.
You're a fool. The Charmander was shy upon arrival, but that's no reason to doubt Sapphire. Has she ever given you reason to distrust her? Of course not! Then why can't you just realize the mistake you've made and welcome him to our kingdom?
The answer was simple. As hard as the King tried to believe his daughter and Sapphire attempted to trust her own judgment, there was still that everlasting doubt. Who was Char?
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