chapter:3: revelation

The limousine moved smoothly through the city streets, its interior bathed in dim golden light. David sat stiffly, his small fingers gripping the edge of the leather seat. His mind was a storm, thoughts crashing into one another, unable to settle.

Agatha sat across from him, her cane resting against her lap. Her expression was unreadable, the weight of years etched into the lines of her face. She studied him, waiting.

David was the first to break the silence.

"Lady Agatha… you promised you'd tell me about my mother. Where is she now?"

Agatha exhaled slowly, as if preparing herself. "Alright, kid. I'll tell you. But you need to listen carefully."

David nodded eagerly, leaning forward.

Agatha tapped her cane lightly against the floor, her sharp eyes locking onto his. "The woman you know as Maria—your mother—that's not her real name. Her true identity is Hunter J."

The name hit David like a physical blow. He blinked, his young mind struggling to process it. "That… that can't be right."

Agatha's face was grim. "She's a legend in the underworld. A ruthless mercenary, a Pokémon smuggler, a wanted criminal who evaded capture for years."

David's heart pounded against his ribs. "No… no, you have the wrong person. My mom is kind! She worked every day just to take care of me! She—"

Agatha raised a hand, silencing him. "I'm not saying she wasn't a mother to you. But don't fool yourself, kid. Your mother was once one of the most feared people in the world. She's done things you wouldn't believe."

David shook his head violently. "That's not true! She's not a monster! She's my mom!"

Agatha sighed. "You're right about one thing. She isn't a monster."

David stilled, looking at her with wary hope.

"But she's dangerous," Agatha continued. "And she knew exactly what she was doing when she disappeared."

David swallowed, his throat dry. "Where is she now?"

Agatha hesitated, then shook her head. "I don't know."

David's fists clenched. "You're lying."

Agatha's expression darkened. "Listen to me, boy. Your mother made a mistake—she pissed off the wrong people. And when you cross the line with people like them… they don't just arrest you. They erase you."

David felt a chill crawl down his spine. "What do you mean… erase?"

Agatha leaned forward, her voice lowering. "They'll make sure she disappears. No records. No trials. No news reports. She'll become a ghost, locked away where no one will ever find her."

David felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. His body was trembling.

"No…" His voice was small, weak. "That can't happen."

Agatha studied him for a moment before speaking again. "There's more, David. You need to hear the truth about why all of this is happening."

David forced himself to breathe. "What do you mean?"

Agatha leaned back, her fingers drumming against her cane. "Seven years ago, your mother took a job from a man named Morgan."

The name sent an eerie shiver down David's spine. "Morgan?"

Agatha nodded. "He's not just any criminal. He's an aura specialist—one of the strongest in history. The kind of power he has… most people don't even think it's real."

David frowned. "Aura specialist? What does that mean?"

Agatha's eyes narrowed. "Aura is an energy that only certain people can sense and control. Some trainers, like Lucario, can use it. But there are a handful of humans in the world who can manipulate aura at an entirely different level. They're called aura masters, and Morgan is one of them."

David listened carefully.

"But Morgan doesn't just use aura to train Pokémon. He wants to change the world," Agatha said. "His goal is to create humans with Pokémon abilities. To turn people into something… beyond human."

David's breath caught. "That's impossible."

Agatha's expression darkened. "No. It's not. And seven years ago… he succeeded."

David's entire body tensed. "What do you mean?"

Agatha took a deep breath. "Morgan had been experimenting for years, using rare Pokémon DNA to create something unnatural. Seven years ago, your mother was hired to transport a shipment for him—Pokémon and… other things."

David listened, dread creeping up his spine.

"But she didn't complete the job. Because she stole something from that shipment."

David's voice was barely a whisper. "What did she steal?"

Agatha's next words shattered his world.

"A vial of fused DNA. Darkrai DNA, combined with human genetics."

David felt his stomach drop.

"Your mother injected it into her own egg."

Silence filled the car.

David's hands gripped his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "What are you saying?"

Agatha didn't blink. "She chose to have a child. A child with Pokémon DNA inside him."

David felt like he was falling, like the whole world had cracked open beneath him. "No… no, that's… that's not possible."

"It is," Agatha said, her voice steady. "And that child, David… is you."

David's vision blurred. He gasped, struggling to breathe, his small body shaking violently. "No… that's not true. That's not true!"

Agatha didn't move. She simply watched as the realization crashed down on him.

David's entire life felt like a lie. His mother… his own existence…

Tears streamed down his face, but they weren't just from sadness. They were from anger. From betrayal. From confusion.

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why would she do that to me?"

Agatha's expression softened, just a little. "I don't know."

David wiped his face with his sleeve, his mind spinning. "What happens now?"

Agatha met his eyes, her voice sharp. "Now, you decide what you're going to do with the truth."

David's breathing was ragged, but his mind was already made up. His tears dried quickly, his sorrow burning into something else.

"I don't care what I am," he said, his voice shaking but firm. "I don't care if I'm some experiment. I don't care if I have powers or whatever you think is inside me."

He looked up, his eyes dark with determination.

"I just want my mother back."

Agatha studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, a thin smile spread across her face.

"Good," she murmured. "Then let's begin."

As the limousine pulled into the private airstrip, a black jet waiting for them, David took a deep breath.

The future was uncertain. The road ahead would be filled with pain, danger, and darkness.

But none of that mattered.

He was going to find his mother.

And he was going to make the people who took her pay.