Location: Ruins of Alph – Outer Research Chamber
Timeline: Several months before Galen's final transmission
Galen wiped the dust from his gloves as he crouched beside the old carving.
The Ruins of Alph hadn't changed in centuries. The glyphs were still embedded in crumbling stone, the outer walls lined with moss and ghost-type residue from wild Unown that swirled restlessly through the air like alphabetic embers. But he had changed.
He wasn't here to study anymore.
He was here to confirm something that should have been impossible.
"The monolith knew my name."
He whispered the words to no one in particular, just to feel them out loud. The echo barely reached the far wall of the sealed inner chamber, where a broken platform held shattered stone runes that hadn't been touched in generations.
What he'd seen on Mt. Silver… the presence… it had been terrifying, yes, but also oddly clear. There had been no confusion. Only silence. And understanding.
Something in the ruins responded to that same silence.
He set up a tripod scanner, careful to match the frequency used in Alph's original decoding attempts. The tech blinked faintly as it swept the chamber, creating a 3D model of the glyphs.
He flipped open his field notebook and began comparing them. Side-by-side: the crescent eye from Mt. Silver and the Unown spirals from Alph.
The match wasn't perfect.
But the rhythm was.
A phrase kept repeating. Unown spelling looped into circles.
R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R-H-E-R
He frowned.
"What does that mean?" he whispered.
The air shifted.
The Unown swirling around the chamber began to slow. Not freeze — just linger. They hovered near the ceiling like a school of fish sensing a current beneath them.
He stood slowly.
The scanner beeped once.
A proximity alert.
Unidentified energy signature: Organic. Stable. Encased.
He followed the signal to a collapsed section of wall tucked behind a fallen beam.
There, in a cradle of old stone and vines, sat an egg.
It didn't look like any egg he had ever seen.
It was faintly silver, dusted in metallic sheen, and almost translucent at the top. He could see a faint shimmer pulsing inside — not movement exactly, but something alive. Something… dreaming.
He knelt beside it, heart thudding. There were no signs of a nest. No tracks. No residual energy from a wild parent Pokémon. It was like the egg had simply… appeared.
He touched a finger to its shell.
Warm.
"Where did you come from?" he whispered.
The Unown above him circled once — tighter, faster.
Then they dispersed, scattering like startled birds.
Something had changed.
He carried the egg back to the outer chamber and placed it in a portable incubator. The moment it clicked into the frame, the temperature adjusted on its own. Automatically. As if the egg were choosing.
He stared at it.
Then at his notebook.
The phrase kept circling his mind: Remember her.
It didn't make sense.
He'd never seen this egg before. Never studied this species. And yet…
It felt familiar.
That night, Galen slept in the corner of the research chamber, wrapped in thermal blankets. The egg sat beside him, nestled in light.
And it dreamed.
He didn't know how he knew.
He just did.
In the morning, the glyphs in the chamber had changed.
Somehow — impossibly — the Unown on the walls had rearranged themselves. A new phrase stared back at him:
S-H-E-W-A-I-T-S
His breath caught.
He stood slowly, eyes drifting from the glyphs to the egg.
The dream hadn't ended.
It had deepened.
He took the egg with him.
He left a note for the League researchers stating that the chamber had destabilized and required monitoring. That was partly true — but the real reason he was leaving was the feeling in his gut.
The Threshold was near.
And he wasn't going to cross it alone.
Later, in his mountain field journal, he added a final note:
"She is the anomaly. The constant. The answer the glyphs keep circling. This isn't an evolution. It's a return."
"I don't know what she will become. But I believe… she was waiting for Kael."