"Of course I know what it says. It's Zorakian, "said Amy.

"Zoroark what?" Adriana asked confused.

"Zorakian. Z-o-r-a-k-i-a-n. It's the language used by the Zoroark Tribe."

"The Zoroark Tribe?"

"I guess it's story time!"

And with this all the baby pokémon gathered and used Adriana as a pillow. "Long, long ago, there was a time when Split-route was covered with forestation. And in this forests lived millions of wild zoroarks and zoruas. With the passage of time a small tribe started to live in harmony with the zoroarks and zoruas – the Zoroark Tribe. They had a unique language which they used to communicate between both them, the zoroarks and the zoruas, known as Zorakian.

And this is the zorakian alphabet.

So that card would translate to this," Amy concluded.

"In this situation it can only mean one of two things. Either this card is for you or someone lost their card. So in conclusion, someone lost their card!" Amy said confidently. "So, do you have a Split-route made outfit for the pokémon contest?" she asked Adriana.

"Split-route made?"

"You're hopeless," Amy said as she face palmed herself, "it's basically an outfit made by a citizen of Split-route. Unfortunately, the shops will be busy making outfits for the contestants who were on time and knew what they were doing, unlike you and won't have enough time to make yours. But luckily for you, if you give me your scrap book, I will make your outfits."

"That would be perfect, here you go," Adriana said handing the scrap book to Amy.

"You get some sleep, and don't worry I'll finish the outfits on time for the contest tomorrow, so rest assured."

"Thanks for everything," Adriana yawned.

***

Adriana tossed and turned in her sleep until the same events repeated themselves with the same nightmare.

"That mask..." escaped Adriana's lips.