Chapter 13 Pyrimis shuffled through the school gates feeling like a ghost haunting her own body. The horrific visions from last night still flashed violently behind her eyes with each blink - the bloodthirsty crowd screaming for death, the ruthless trainers forcing their Pokemon into senseless brutality, Guanis's cold commanding presence presiding over the orchestrated suffering pitilessly... Hardly any rest came to rescue Pyrimis's shell-shocked mind from ceaselessly replaying the underground fight club's unbridled cruelty. The meager hours of tormented half-sleep granted provided no true refuge from the gnawing question that had risen unbidden ever since meeting Guanis's sharp violet gaze for the first time - Who was the mysterious silver-haired girl truly beneath that fragile appearance which seemed only a masking shell for the tremendous danger Pyrimis now understood lay coiled there? Utter exhaustion dragging at her limbs, Pyrimis sank numbly into the familiar classroom seat. None of the surrounding chatter or laughter permeated the fog shrouding her awareness this morning. Not even cheerful Mahina's sunny presence managed penetrating the gloom until her friend leaned over with concerned frown. "Hey Pyrimis, you doing okay today? You seem really spaced out," Mahina asked, lightly touching the other girl's slumped shoulder. The gentle contact jolted Pyrimis loosely back towards the present moment. "Oh! S-sorry, Mahina...I guess I didn't sleep very well," she mumbled, willing some energy towards normalcy into her tone. "Just tired is all. Nothing to worry about!" Mahina's crinkled brow eased slightly, though skepticism lingered. "If you say so... Just know I'm always ready to talk if anything is bothering you, alright?" Her eyes roamed Pyrimis's face closely a moment more before continuing. "Oh yes, I meant to update you - sadly Helia is still quite ill and remains hospitalized for now. Doctors can't figure the poor thing's mysterious sickness so I'm by her side whenever allowed." "I'm so very sorry to hear that," Pyrimis offered sincerely, Mahina's family crisis jolting her perspective momentarily beyond obsessing over the cryptic silver-haired girl's hidden nature. "Please send Helia my best wishes for swift recovery. And let me know any way I can possibly help too." Mahina managed a tremulous but grateful smile. "You're too kind, Pyrimis. Hopefully the worst passes quickly..." As their teacher stepped briskly to the front signaling class's start, Pyrimis felt her heavy eyelids already drooping involuntarily under their leaden weight. Perhaps she could grab some respite by dozing through these peaceful moments unhaunted by visions of cruel fates befalling trusting creatures condemned by human greed and arrogance... The lunch bell's harsh tone shocked Pyrimis from fitful slumber some chapters behind the day's lessons. As students eagerly scattered towards freedom and sustenance, she lingered listlessly a few minutes more at her desk willing strength back into noodle-like limbs. Seeking fresh air and movement to break the suffocating gloom settled round her shoulders, Pyrimis decided visiting the breezy rooftop might prove restorative. Yet when she stepped into the deserted stairwell cradling welcome sunshine from overhead skylights, quiet movement stirred the shadows behind causing Pyrimis to turn with a jolt of ice. There materialized Guanis swathed in familiar unearthly stillness despite Pyrimis's startled leap backwards nearly losing balance. Those piercing violet eyes speared intensely into her own before Guanis leaned forward invading Pyrimis's personal space unexpectedly. "Prying into other's secrets breeds quite terrible habits, wouldn't you say Pyrimis?" Guanis murmured flatly. Her breath grazed Pyrimis's cheek carrying the faintest winter chill. Rooted in place by the words ghosting her ear, Pyrimis could only stare panicked as Guanis withdrew with casual composure. "Do take care wandering alone after today's lessons," she advised vaguely. Without another glance, Guanis swept past clicking heels fading swiftly into the depths below. Reeling from the bizarre confrontation, Pyrimis sagged trembling against the gritty wall trying unsuccessfully parsing cryptic nuances in the silver-haired girl's behavior there. Was that a warning she had trespassed too far witnessing yesterday's uncontrolled brutality? Or an invitation towards finally peeling away the layers of secrecy enshrouding Guanis since their fateful first exchange? Shaken but no less curious now, Pyrimis spent the remainder of classes glancing repeatedly at the still empty seat Guanis normally occupied. The mystery girl's conspicuous absence on this fraught day only amplified the ominous tension over their next unavoidable encounter. Wherever or whenever that lay, Pyrimis steeled her nerves anticipating the showdown could well prove explosive in any number of ways... When the final bell rang at last, Pyrimis lingered uncertainly just outside the school gates wrestling against herself whether to take the risk tracking Guanis back downtown instead of retreating safely home straight away. Presently, her indecision got interrupted by a familiar cheerful holler. "Hey new friend!! Care to visit Helia with me?" There strode up Lillie's nephew Gladion, his ever-present dark wool hat contrasting vibrant shirts given Lillie's penchant for eye-catching fashion. Despite aura of easygoing troublemaker though, genuine concern radiated from Gladion knowing his cousin Helia's plight potentially worsened since this morning's update to Mahina. Grateful for both distraction and companionship walking the unpredictable streets, Pyrimis readily agreed joining Gladion towards the hospital. They ambled slowly through lush gardens surrounding the elegant white buildings before following winding corridors down to a secure basement wing. Orderlies nodded respectfully recognizing the President's family members as the pair passed checkpoints finally entering the quarantined zone holding poor isolated Helia. Inside the gloomy suite, Gladion hurriedly embraced a weary Mahina keeping faithful vigil in bedside's awful limbo while Pyrimis greeted the room's sole tiny occupant. Little Helia managed wan smile for her visitor though pale strain etched the girl's delicate features as she sat propped weakly against pillows. Pyrimis's breath involuntarily hitched seeing this waif-like innocent whom cruel fate chained repeatedly to a sickbed instead of frolicking joyfully outdoors like other children her age. Simmering anger at the inherent injustices in life flickered unexpectedly. "We've missed your shining spirit at school, dear heart," Pyrimis offered gently, taking Helia's clammy hand. "I do hope strength and health return swiftly with our prayers speeding recovery." Helia's overbright eyes brimmed with wordless emotion and gratitude at the kindness. While Pyrimis kept gently chatting to lift the little girl's spirits best she could, Gladion and Mahina's hushed conversation carried from the suite's corner where the pair stood huddled grimly. "...labs still flummoxed by whatever she contracted," Gladion muttered. "No treatments put a dent in mystery illness or symptoms. It's almost like..." Here he lowered voice further, Pyrimis scarcely catching the ominous phrase "living curse". Heart clenching painfully in her chest, Pyrimis leaned closer so Helia might catch less worrying snippets about school gossip and her Popplio's latest training antics. What tortuous doom or destiny had been written for one so innocent and good? Surely fate could not decree such injustice purposefully... Eventually needing to depart however reluctantly, Pyrimis bid the ailing young girl temporary farewell alongside Gladion before exiting back unto the bustling pedestrian streams outside. The youth walked several blocks in sober silence still shaken contemplating inexorable tragedies that could prematurely befall even most blameless souls for no cause or meaning besides cosmic cruelty... Presently, Gladion cleared throat awkwardly glancing sideways. "Well um, duties aren't awaiting me yet awhile if you wanted company bit further through the streets. Being alone after such sadness often weighs the spirit down more." Though Pyrimis yearned retreating back towards the safety of her sealed existence, she understood needing solidarity in the moment. Thus they meandered onward wordlessly, each nursing private griefs and uncertainties tied to walking life's risky roads blindly without some protective hand shielding beloved younglings like frail Helia seemingly displaced on the chessboard of fate... Eventually their aimless path brought the pair towards Melemele's largest public park nestled between towering skyscrapers and outlet boutiques. There winding trails transported one temporarily out the capital's hectic crush into oases of meditative calm decorated by silvery fountains amidst flower beds. Now as sunset gilded building edifices with molten gold, the pathways also provided shortcuts avoiding major roads towards Pyrimis's residential zone. Relieved passing meaningful chunks of time outside the empty house's echoing hollowness, Pyrimis bid Gladion goodnight under glow of lanterns newly flickering alight. His slouched shoulders still conveyed heavy pensiveness towards cousin Helia's unclear prognosis when departing the opposite direction. Now enveloped by hushed evening, Pyrimis simply soaked in serenity from strolling alone under old growth canopies mingling mystical moon glow with fairy lights' luminance guiding her onward. Soon however, the charming park scenery dissolved abruptly back into neon signs, sleek high rises and lines of vehicles flashing past constantly. Checking location, Pyrimis winced realizing she had wandered quite off course from the planned route during pleasant forested reverie. Dusk's rapid transition into nightfall only amplified the unfamiliar side streets' shady aspects. Mentally tracing a wide loop course correction straight from current location, Pyrimis noted most buildings here still seemed occupied by various businesses despite dreary facades hinting at unsavory aspects. Best adhere towards better-lit main avenues still bustling even this late she determined prudently. Approaching the alley exit ahead then should lead out towards a market area then left on bright boulevards all the twelve or so blocks home. Nodding decisively, Pyrimis strode bolder now with solid directions in mind... Until a silhouette materialized soundlessly from the murk barring escape the opposite egress. Overhead lamp's weak glow gradually illuminated silver hair and preternatural eyes freezing Pyrimis's progress instantly. They had found each other again in the falling darkness - or perhaps the shadows alwaysPts hid mysteries that now called them inexorably towards long avoided reckoning. "Let us walk together a bit. I believe there exist conversations time can no longer delay between us," Guanis intoned calmly, long slim hand beckoning Pyrimis accompany her into the side lane breaching deeper block's shrouded heart. Mysteries and revelations awaited beneath the veil of night. Transfixed by those luminous violet orbs that had haunted Pyrimis endlessly until now, her legs carried her helplessly towards fateful resolution without conscious assent down the alley alongside her fated guide. Together they slipped into the spaces between understanding that awaited somewhere in the secret city's labyrinthine gloom... Eventually Guanis halted unexpectedly outside a nondescript building squatting sandwiched between former industrial complexes. Glowing interface by the locked access panel confirmed location as the school's Student Activities Center. Apparently campus security systems held fewer barriers for Guanis than most despite this hour. With casual authority the silver-haired girl waved open the doors, golden light from within framing her slender silhouette staring expectantly back towards Pyrimis lingering uncertain on the cracked threshold. "Won't you join me inside away from unfriendly eyes and ears? There exist answers to your deepest questions if bold enough grasping the knowledge..." Swallowing hard, Pyrimis shook off dazed fog clinging after their odd procession here before stepping warily across the perimeter into academic haven. Guanis allowed the portal to seal them alone together with resounding finality that echoed Pyrimis's accelerating heartbeat. Wordlessly they descended another shorter corridor towards the main hall where various recreational zones and strategy booths stood dormant and darkened this evening. As Pyrimis shuffled self-consciously deeper into the expansive chamber, motion stirred the very rear corner swathed in shadows. She turned towards it with bated breath. Had they drawn other restless souls here or were greater secrets merely slumbering below mundane surfaces? Abruptly Guanis brushed past striding fearlessly through the pools of dimness where she gracefully took seat atop the central table directly facing Pyrimis across the still expanse. I know well why you have sought me out this way, Pyrimis," she pronounced clearly. "Your discovery of the hidden fight circles downtown was inevitable just as crossing trajectories since first locking eyes. The eternal dance between light and darkness - we exist as two sides of the same truth." Stammering anxiously under that piercing gaze leveled from on high, Pyrimis struggled voicing the roiling questions such ominous statements sparked. "I...I don't understand at all! How are we connected through those horrible things you force Pokemon into doing?! It seems only vicious cruelty and exploitation, things clearly against sacred bonds between people and partners." She waved hands desperately trying articulating the abyssal confusion and horror churning since witnessing the brutality firsthand. "What possible purpose exists inflicting such mindless agony upon innocent beings at our side? I just can't grasp the reason anyone would revel propagating pure suffering..." Pyrimis's voice broke hoarsely. Such deeds still surpassed comprehension despite churning constantly upon them. She raised her head slowly once more meeting Guanis's impassive stare burning across the empty space. "Who are you really then? Because no sane person could validate those fight rings' existence by choice..." Tilting her head contemplatively under soft lighting's sheen, Guanis appeared eerily translucent for a suspended moment as if only half-tethered to physical form. In the observing shadows, Pikachu tensed watching and protectively charged its electric cheek sacks more fiercely. But Guanis disregarded both witnesses utterly focusing only on Pyrimis wavering palpably before her next pronouncement. "Poor innocent one still clinging to false binaries between good and evil. You perceive only glaring darkness versus the facade of light hiding society's infinite gray areas and hypocrisies from precious young eyes." Guanis gestured widely to surroundings representing the academy's manicured illusion of ethics often masking uglier practicalities underlying real world decisions. "Delude yourself no longer! As inheritors of this era's mistakes, we also shoulder duties towards forcing the painful growth required building better futures from the ashes of corrupt decay mouldering beneath every shining surface." Guanis rose smoothly, silver hair fanning like a defiant banner as she stared down intensely. "Walk the true path with me, Pyrimis! You were selected specifically to awaken seeing beyond comforting fictions of morality versus depravity. Our agreement ordains unlocking the full potential of human and Pokemon hearts through any means necessary! " Her final avowal echoed through the vast chamber before dying into fraught silence. Infinite questions screamed inside Pyrimis then as she observed her mysterious foil resume seat casually awaiting the stunned girl's move next upon life's chessboard... What blasphemous arrangement pulled her existence fatefully into alignment with this callous Harbinger and her apocalyptic ideals? Please translate the above into Chinese.