A Sceptile flung himself from a tree as such an incredible speed that it looked like he was flying. I must tell Lord Lycoris! He'll be pleased! His thoughts raced through his mind as he continued to fly between the treetops, heading for a giant sycamore in the center of the grand forest. Just earlier that day, he was merely gathering wood for the nightly Leafweaving, a grand story telling "hour" which was much longer than an actual hour, when he heard the joyous shrieks of Lady Ansyllis…
~~Flashy..flashy…flashy…FLASHBACK~~
The Sceptile held an axe over his shoulder, whistling an ancient Bushfurrow tune taught to all the young Treeckos. He was off to gather Leafweaving wood today, which he thought was a good break from his normal "duties" which involved teaching the young Treeckos how to wield a weapon, use their moves effectively, and the best way to flee if the enemy proved to be too strong. They only want to do the best for our tribe, he often thought on starry nights or when he was alone, but they run me ragged! But today was different. Not only was he gathering Leafweaving wood, but he could feel that something big was going to happen today.
A piercing shriek kept him from thinking further. Gripping his axe tightly, he ran towards the place where the shriek came from. Moments after rushing into a clearing, rocks of various sizes were thrown at him.
"You brute!"
"Get out of here before you scare the Lady!"
"You'll scare the child to death!"
"Carrum! Go away!"
These and other shouts were directed at Carrum by Lady Ansyllis' attendants, a mob of female Sceptiles. "Ack! I'm going!"
"…Before you go, take a message to my husband for me." The speaker, a lovely petite Sceptile wearing a glimmering obsidian pendant, held up a claw and walked to Carrum, a sleeping Treecko cradled in her other arm.
"What is it Milady?" He tried to look as attentive as possible while nursing a lump on his head.
"You know that our child was coming correct?" Carrum nodded his head and she continued. "Today, she has entered the world. Tell him that Pitaya would like to see her father for the first time."
"I will, bu-" He was cut off by Ansyllis raising her free claw again.
"Leave your axe here. I will see that the Leafweaving has a fire. Serissa?" She nodded to a hefty Sceptile nearby. "You'll find Lycoris in the Oplan sycamore."
She took off her pendant and gave it to Carrum, who took it hesitantly. "I'll be off now, Lady."
He bounded up into a tree and flung himself into another one, using the Bushfurrow's age-old technique for covering long distances in a forested area.
~~End Flashback!~~
Carrum's heart raced. It wasn't the task he was assigned that was making him nervous…definitely not that. There was some instinct in the pit of his stomach that was telling him to leave the forest and wait out whatever threat was coming. He shook his head quickly, eradicating that thought. No matter what the cost, Lord Lycoris had to be told of his daughter's birth!
Distant shrieks filled the air, followed by the stench of blood and smoke. The forest was under attack! The sound of tramping resonated through the forest, along with dying screams and war cries. Acting swiftly, the Sceptile leapt out of the tree, breaking off a stout branch in the process.
"C'mon out you dirty scum!" He charged recklessly towards a piercing shriek. I refuse to let my home be destroyed! On my honor as a Bushfurrow, I shall protect this place, or die trying!
In his mad charge, Carrum was whacking the foliage in his way like a madman. He was in mid-whack when a searing pain suddenly shot through his body, quickly depleting him of his life. The last thing he saw before he died was an Absol padding up to him, holding a tiny Treecko.
"I am sorry my friend," the Absol said, a tone of sadness in his voice, "but the Bushfurrows are no more. May Arceus ease your troubled spirit."
Then the Sceptile fell into a dizzying blackness, never to see the daylight again.