When I woke, I was still in Darkrai's throne room, unlike my mother who had be rushed to a hospital to be cured.  I stood up, limping around the room to scavenge for Oran or Sitrus Berries. Luckily, he had both of  said berries, and I ingested both kinds before leaving the castle.

By then, Darkrai's followers had awoken, and were wandering the corridors. As I passed, they all whispered. "He is cursed!"

"Indeed, with a horrid one at that!"

"He must have done a horrid thing to receive a curse like that! Something like kill our Lord!"

"Yes, yes! Our Lord is a creative on to have come up with a curse like that!"

"I cannot tell, what curse was bestowed upon him?"

"That curse! The one the harms all Types, save for ours, that the touch the bestowed, and if that Type wielder touches the bestowed for too long, the perish!"

Walking as quickly as I could, I exited the castle and slumped against its walls. Just my luck to have gotten cursed so badly. Now, I could never touch any other Gijinka with out the threat of death and pain. And for what? Fame? To have my name known? But the thing is, no one would care, 'cause I'm nothing more than the Warrior's sequel.