Authors Note:
Welcome to the first season of PMD - Holders.
I will be uploading chapters 1-8 over the next week, with one chapter a day.
Chapters will always be uploaded on deviantart and fanfiction at the same time.
Any feedback of any kind will be greatly appreciated, as it helps me better my writing and shows me, that I'm not just doing this for nothing.
Also: The (apparently) obligatory "I don't own Pokémon, so don't sue me" - disclaimer
Fanfiction: www¸fanfiction¸net/u/7545584
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"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Yes, what is it kids?"

"Tell us your story!"

"Ugh. I'm feeling really tired right now. Plus it's already getting late."

"Pleeeaasse! Please please please please!"

"Ugh fine... But not all of it! That would take too long and you kids have to get to sleep."

"Yay! Bedtime story"

I always knew the day when I would have to tell this story would come.

"Okay kids. Then gather around, 'cause this is my story. A story that I like to call..."

- GrieferAtWork presents: PMD - Holders -

I was able to hear dripping water. I didn't know why there was dripping water, where I was or how I even got there. The first thing I remember doing is opening my eyes, but all I could gather from doing that, was that I was in a very dark place. Not even a single spec of light was reaching my eyes. I tried to sit up to investigate my surroundings, but all that stressing my muscles did, was to reactivate my nerves, which overwhelmed by an immense feeling of pain all over my body.

I don't know if I blacked out or alerted *them* to my presence, but the next thing I remember, is hearing voices I didn't recognize echoing through the chambers of this apparent cave.

"I think I heard something coming from over there."

"But we already checked over there, Golbo."

"I know what I heard! Or are you the one with super hearing, Crog?"

"Hmpf"

Not knowing who I was, I thought my best bet would be to try and call out to them and tell them that I needed help. And so I did. Or rather tried to, as the only sound I managed to produce was a pained gasp for air.

The air was cold and humid. Both attributes that I found to be very unpleasant, to say the least. There must have been a water source nearby.

Probably out of pure reflex, my body exhaled that pesky air as quickly as it could, leading to me practically coughing it out. To my luck though, that seemed to be enough, to get the attention of my rescuers.

"Well. You can't deny hearing that, now can you?"

"Hello? Are you down there?"

The shouting was coming from above my head. It sounded distant, but its echoes still managed to send a shock through my skull. 'Of course I am', I thought to myself. 'Get down here and rescue me'. I tried to respond again, but I wasn't even able to create another cough like the previous one. As a matter of fact, I don't even remember if I was still breathing.

While I was lying there, desperately waiting for another response from whoever was above me, I began trying to figure out how I even got there. And while I didn't find an answer to any of the questions I had, I was able to remember one thing:

The picture of some kind of small, clear pyramid, made out of a sort of light blue crystal floating in empty space. Although there was nothing to reference it to, I knew that it was small enough for me to hold it. The crystal, which was pulsating a calming blue, suddenly changed its color into a terrifying red. It kept glowing brighter and brighter, until the memory ends with the crystal shattering into four bipyramids, one of them heading directly towards my point of view.

'What a weird memory', I thought to myself. Is there nothing in there that could answer some of my questions, instead of raising new ones?

"We're here to rescue you. If you're down there don't try to move. We are coming."

'Good, to hear something new from my rescuers.' I thought to myself. 'Not all hope seems to be lost after all.'

"Get ... others ... him alive."

I was only able to make out some of it, as they were now taking to each other again. But what I heard would have put me into confusion, if my body would have been able to do anything other than trying to recover, from whatever happened to me.

I figured I must have fallen whilst exploring this cave, but that theory would only explain what was happening right now, and neither that weird memory nor what said just then fit in there.

"Did you get the rope, Naddy?"

"Sure. You think I'm an idiot."

"OK. Give it to me..."

"We're letting down some rope. But don't try to move or grab it. We're coming down with it."

Under normal circumstances I would have demanded some much needed answers from them, but those were no normal circumstances I was in.

I tried to calm myself, thinking they would be my friends, but all I could do at the time, was to continue lying there and waiting for the next thing to happen.

This unfortunately turned out to be the nearing sound of rocks smashing against each other, as a rock avalanche was heading my way. Whether or not the stones actually hit, I don't remember, as I fell unconscious before they would have.

When I regained my consciousness, I wasn't in that wretched cave anymore. I tried to open my eyes, but only managed to do that with one of them. Doing so turned out to be of not much help either, as all I could make out were rough shapes surrounding a bright light directly above me.

Alongside that, all I could hear were their muffled voices, yelling strange words at each other, apparently describing various fruits which I later learned to be Cheri and Oran berries.

-

"Oh Daddy! Sorry to interrupt, but can I go grab some Orans for me and Cari?"

"Huh? Oh sure. - But don't take any Chestos; I want you to two in your nests in half an hour!"

"Sure. No problem!"

As Tolan leaves his and his sister's bedroom to head to the kitchen, he winks at his sister, who winks back at him.

-

We life in a nice little den I build with their mother before she passed away over three seasons ago. Our den is located quite close to the shore line, an area commonly known as the Corasona Beach. The next town is quite close by. Only about two kilometer north lies a small cottage village called Lavary.

There is a road circa two hundred meters behind, what you would call our backyard, connecting Lavary with Lamborgy, a fishermon's village, which lies quite a distance to the south.

We live alone here as far as I know, with our next neighbors living in Lamborgy and Lavary respectively. My wife, unlike other Quilava you might meet, always wanted to live near the ocean. Not to swim in it, but just to watch the setting sun in the evening.

I still sometimes take the kids and go watch it. But they don't seem to enjoy it too much. They find it boring and unexciting and compare it to having to do gardening work.

-

As Tolan returns, I can see the guilt (and sleeplessness) in his eyes.

"Tolan!" I say with a judging undertone. "You didn't coincidentally eat a Chesto?"

"Sorry daddy. It's just, that you story is so exciting!"

"Well... Not to encourage this kind of behavior, but... -sigh- What's done, is done. Now just go ahead and give the second one your hiding behind your back to you sister. I think it would be unfair if only she fell asleep while I continue my story."

"How did you know?"

"A father knows."