The quiet wind swept through a large open field like a steady current. The field was filled with the greenest of grasses, including wildflowers of all types that had scattered here and there in the unorganised patterns of nature, swaying at the mercy of the northern wind currents that was coming in the direction from the visible but far off mountain range, which is almost hidden by the dozens of the tall oak-wood trees before it.
In the middle of the field sat a very old white-petal sakura tree that was easily bigger than any other tree of its species meaning that it must be at least a hundred years old if not older, it was in its flower blooming stage so the whole tree is an almost pure white color, this also means it was between mid-March and early April. It made that particular spot feel somewhat otherworldly, the colors of the tree and everything around it only showed the pure contrast to each other despite being in the same place. The tree proved to be in the same realm when a gust of wind blew off multiple petals from the branches of the tree and onto the ground.
The bright yellow sun was directly in between two pine-trees in the east, which is located on the other side of a long sparkling stream, signaling that the time was around early morning. The sparkling stream reflected the beautiful blue sky that viewed the whole world like a hawk high up in the world's atmosphere.
In the direction of downstream, the surface of the water had taken in the colors of the green pine trees like a mirror, which that sat beside the stream as if it's the guardians that protects the small rivers' purity as it's on an infinite path heading down to the south.
The sounds of the wilderness was bustling with activity as if it was a symphony of splashing waters, a rushing river and howling trees that spoke with the wind.
It was like nothing could break it from its phases of natural beauty.
Not even when the forming of a purplish-blue looking warp of space and time was occurring right on top of the stream 40 meters up. It finished its appearance to look like a mouth to a wormhole, it was facing downwards in a twisting motion, it made no noise whatsoever, in fact, it was eerily quiet.
"Aaaaah!" An unknown voice screamed, temporarily blocking all of the other sounds. Something was falling from the mouth of the wormhole.
It had landed into and through the water's surface, generating a big splash of water high into the air.
The stream had settled into its usual running immediately, as if nothing happened, until the water popped up outwards as a blue thing drew in for a breath of air quickly, it held its head above the water.
Looking at its face proved that it was indeed a pokemon, a gallade to be exact.
"Well, that was a fun ride." He uttered to himself, he looked around to view his surroundings. He smiled at what he saw, then closed his eyes and began taking in everything from all of his senses for a small while.
Although he couldn't really ignore the pushy watery vacuum that's trying to take him southward any longer.
Finally deciding that standing in shoulder deep water was not a very appropriate place to be in, he slowly made his way towards the shores of the water until he was completely out of the big stream.
This gallade was wearing a blue scarf that sat snugly around his neck, his body color is white and blue which means that this gallade is a shiny.
"A-choo!" He sneezed abruptly, water was dripping off of him and his scarf, he was completely soaked around every inch of his body.
He closed his eyes for a second in concentration and then he vanished, having all the water that was on his body drop to the ground, then he reappeared. That's better. He thought.
With all that water no longer clinging to his body he started to walk around a bit, exploring everything that was nearby. The trees, different parts of the stream, the flowers. He stopped at a tree right in the middle of the field, it was a sakura tree.
After gazing at the beautiful white tree for a minute he sat on the ground right beside its thick trunk, he brought his legs out in a stretch for a couple of seconds, he stopped to lay them out, then he moved his arms outwards with his hands behind his head in an effort to get comfortable, he dozed off only seconds later.
While he was busy sleeping, something else just entered the field, it arrived from a near hidden path that opens up from the opposite side of the small river, close to the sakura tree.
The gallade was dreaming in his sleep, no, not dreaming, he was having a nightmare.
Everything was blurry with absolutely no detail whatsoever besides the colors that acted as vague images to the scenery.
"Hey!" The small blue and white colored blob exclaimed to the figure opposite from it, this one being larger and brown.
A line of red could be seen on the blue figures' front area, presumably on its head or face, it's hard to make out what it really looked like.
"There's no point in resisting anymore," The brown blurry figure spoke in dominance. "This happened because of you. Isn't that right?" It said cunningly.
The blue blob backed up slowly, looking ready to make a dash when it's needed as it most certainly did, the brown thing advanced on the blue blob, its shape twisting into that of unbelievably large claws, ready to swipe at the blue blob when it reaches it, the brown thing was too fast and was almost upon it.
"STOP!" A new voice spoke loudly, interrupting them, it was...
"Hey!" A feminine voice echoed everywhere, everything was shaking, the colors of the blobs were molding together into a picture of random dark shaded colors, quite similar to that of an artist's work on an abstract painting. "Hey! Wake up!" Everything shattered into a million pieces.
The gallade opened his eyes slowly and is greeted by a blurry red and black thing, eyes still unfocused he wondered what it was, he brought his hands up to rub some sense into his eyelids, clearing them from its blurry state, then he opened them again.
"Geez! you're a heavy sleeper." The female said, it was a zoroark, she had a smooth rocky necklace around her neck that had about two colors, red and black, all of which is shiny and the colors were melded together on all of the rocks, every individual rock was round, small, smooth and bumpy. She was sitting in the kneeling position with her claws on the ground for support, leaning towards the gallade with eyes full of concern.
"What?" The gallade said, taken aback by her sudden presence. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" The zoroark replied back. "Can you tell me who YOU are first?" She sounded like she was surprised to find him there.
The gallade sat upwards a bit, his focus seemed to shift to the steady stream that he had fallen into earlier, then to the sun that was now towering over all of the trees, it was late morning and early noon now. Must have slept for an hour. He concluded in his thoughts. His gaze settled back on the zoroark.
The gallade finally speaks, "My name is-" He was only able to get out, but was interrupted by a booming male voice. "FELICIA!" The voice was close, but sounded more distant than it really was because of the trees that was blocking the way, it was coming from the hidden path.
The zoroark shuffled to her feet uneasily, the gallade picked up on her nervousness and got up as well. "What's getting you so worked up?" He asked.
She was behind the tree as soon as the gallade was up though. "What are you doing?" The gallade sounded baffled, it was pretty strange to be hiding in a place like this. Something seems fishy. He thought in secret.
The voice spoke out again, but saying something else this time. "PRINCESS!?" This voice was looking for someone, better yet. Princess, Felicia. He puzzled together.
Now it made sense.
"Are you," the gallade said to the currently unseeable zoroark, "a runaway?" he continued to look in the general direction as he waited for an answer, which came to him rather quickly in a hushed down voice. "Please don't tell him I'm here! How did he even find my hidden illusioned entrance?" She uttered the last part to herself, the gallade heard it anyways, then gave his honest answer. "It could be because the illusion was too weak and it was seen through pretty easily."
The zoroark wasn't impressed with that answer. "What do you mean weak? I have the best illusion around." Though she was too busy hiding to sound like she was offended by that.
The voice got louder right after she said that. "FELICIA!? DARLING!? IT'S TIME TO-" Something stepped out into the field, right through the not-so-secret-anymore entrance. It was a kadabra, though this one had on a red tie around his neck, he saw the gallade and teleported a safe distance away from him and stood there for five seconds, not saying a word.
"It appears that I can't read you at all." The kadabra spoke in a manner to something like that of a Butler, polite and right to the point. And bored sounding. The gallade added inwardly. It was silent for the better part of two minutes until he talked again. "You wouldn't happened to have met a dark type anywhere by any chance?"
"Yes I have actually." The gallade chirped happily. Meanwhile, behind the sakura tree was a very scared zoroark. He is gonna rat me out isn't he!? She thought as if her mind was on fire, she was noticeably sweating bullets as the conversation went on between the two males.
The kadabra was intrigued instantly. "Really? Would you be so kind as to show me where that dark type is?" The kadabra seemed to take an attitude turn, the meaning behind his words sounded partly relieved now.
The gallade smirked proudly. "I'd be glad to." He said as he held out his arm and grasped the kadabra's shoulder, he turned him around gently to face the stream and then said. "The dark type is just over this stream here!" He gently pushed and walked behind the kadabra as he was saying that until they reached the stream.
The zoroark shifted behind the tree to hide from their view, not paying any attention to the twig that was just the last step away. *snap!*
"What was that!" the kadabra rushed out and twisted his whole body, stopping to face the gallade who stood in front of him, he was blocking the kadabra's vision to the tree. The gallade moved his head sideways in one smooth motion. *crack!*
The gallade just shrugged it off. "Sorry, just me." He said while smiling innocently.
The kadabra wordlessly turned back towards the river, eyes searching past the rocky shores, he was scanning the wooded area until he spoke up. "Well? Can you show me soon perhaps? I have things I still need to do." He sounded a bit annoyed, mainly because he couldn't see anything.
They were suddenly enveloped in a purplish-blue aura for a split second until they disappeared. On the other side of the lake the company reappeared in the same colored aura that vanished only a second later, the kadabra looked perplexed for a moment, unable to identify the feeling he got when they suddenly teleported.
"It's located a bit over here." The gallade said while he started to walk in the direction of the ever growing trees and plants. The kadabra followed, still thinking about that feeling. Out of all my years, I have never felt something like that before. Weird. He thought, still following the strange gallade to find what he had lost.
They walked in the direction for about five minutes, the kadabra was losing his patience. "You better not be wasting my time here youngster," he said, hints of threat lacing his voice. "Because if you are, then bless Arceus with your soul. I will not be merciful." He continued walking, silence hit them for a minute until something could be seen shaking ahead.
When they reached it they discovered it to be a shaking bush, about the size of a crouching zoroark. "Felicia? Get out of the bush and come back already, running away won't solve any-" The kadabra stopped as he saw what had come out of the bush, it was a scrafty.
The scrafty was looking like he had been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
The kadabra looked to his unnamed helper, he was about to say something until the gallade beat him to it. "Here is the dark type that you were looking for." The gallade folded his arms as he leaned on his left leg, seemingly in the fact that he's done his job.
The kadabra was looking irate, this gallade was making a fool out of him, he spoke up in anger. "How dare you have me follow you through the shrubbery, all just to find some unidentified scrafty!" His anger poured out of him like a volcano, this clearly wasn't what he wanted to find.
The gallade was unmoving, he moved his eyes to meet the kadabra's and calmly said. "Why don't you identify the scrafty then?" The gallade was unfazed by the kadabra's recent outburst.
Though the kadabra was mad, he knew that there was something familiar about this scrafty and it only took him 0.001 seconds to realize why. "You are the thief that ransacked the red life crystal from its place in the kingdom!" The scrafty was terrified, as soon as the kadabra took one step in the scrafty's direction, he ran away.
He flew past the bush in a pace that would be deemed impossible for its species to be able to perform.
The kadabra was so surprised by its speed that he stood there for a moment. The gallade on the other hand was still not moving from his spot, he had on a face that wasn't even worried, it was more carefree even.
The kadabra finally moved out in an effort to stop the fleeing suspect, he stopped when he saw the scrafty on the ground on his stomach behind the same bush they'd found him in, he was in a squarish-round hole about 3 feet down, between the hole and the bush was a knot of tough-looking grass, it was a fresh bright green color.
The scrafty had swirls in his eyes, meaning he was knocked out.
After the quick assessment the kadabra spoke up. "This is too much of a coincidence. Did you have something to do with this? Gallade?" The kadabra questioned the other psychic type. The gallade finally moved, he made his way to the side of the hole that contained the dark type, arms still folded, the gallade spoke. "Yeah." He stated simply, nodding his head once in affirmation.
The kadabra spoke up. "You must've used grass knot to trip him into the hole, but." The kadabra seemed troubled. "How did he end up in a hole, knocked out no less?" He knew what happened, but only partially.
The gallade told him. "I used my psychic power to move the dirt over here," The gallade pointed to a dirt pile located beside the tree, it's unseeable from where they were standing before thanks to the angle, "and I used grass knot to knock him into the hole so he couldn't run. It was because of his own speedy getaway that knocked him out just from the force alone, I just reinforced the grass so it wouldn't break." He scratched behind his head sheepishly, though he didn't sound surprised at all when he admitted it.
The kadabra was still not convinced. "But you were beside me the whole time! How could have you done this while we just got here?" He realized something else as well and said. "How did you know where this thief was hiding? You're a psychic type, he's a dark type, this can't be possible!" He was ranting at this point. "Psychic's can't even detect the whereabouts of dark at all without," he paused for a second, eyes widening. "Impossible."
The gallade decided to put a stop to the rambling kadabra. "No. I don't know miracle eye if that's what you're trying to say." The kadabra relaxed a bit, probably knowing that he lost his wits temporarily in front a complete stranger and decided to straighten up, the gallade continued. "Let's just say that I have another way of seeing things, but that is personal information so I can't tell you." He stated, his tone told the kadabra to say nothing more about it.
"Anyways," The gallade unfolded his arms and jumped in the hole right beside the scrafty, "this must be more important than such secrets." He reached into the scrafty's unguarded skin and pulled out a red crystal, it shines a bright blood red from every source of light available, it has a multi-polygon shape that's small enough to fit snugly in any pokemon-human-sized hand.
The kadabra tensed back up when he recognized the stone, then he said out loud. "Give me that stone!" He sounded desperate, the gallade noticed this as well and began to wave it around, saying. "How would I be able to know if you're not just an evil pokemon like this one here." He pointed to the scrafty with one of his thumbs, his facial expression turning into that of a frown, he stopped waving the crystal.
The kadabra was taken aback by this. "Do you not know what would happen if that stone doesn't return to the kingdom soon!?" He was shouting at this point. "The other kingdoms would be able to penetrate our strongholds and reign supreme!"
The gallade was absorbing the massive amounts of information the kadabra was spewing, the kadabra just continued. "That means there will be huge amounts of casualties to pokemon who just want to live in peace!" He continued. "And YOU will be the one responsible for it if you don't return it to its rightful place and out of your dirty hands!" The kadabra added spitefully, he then waited for the gallade to make his move patiently, he lowered his eyelids into a glare. Whatever he does next would decide his fate, and his standing in the kingdom community. The kadabra mentally prepared himself.
The gallade smiled again. "Hey, calm down there kadabra." He coaxed. "I was just testing you since I knew nothing about you, and trust me, I wouldn't want there to be innocent pokemon dying because of me." His voice was so genuine, it pierced right through the old pokemon.
The kadabra reopened his eyes, malice not present in his current state anymore. "Then you will give it to me?" He asked hopefully.
The gallade hopped back out of the hole, still holding the crystal, he said. "Sorry. I don't want this crystal lost or stolen anytime soon, I will be putting it in a safe place until we reach the kingdom." Before the kadabra could argue with the gallade he quickly added. "Don't worry about me, I'll stick right by ya every step of the way!" He gave a signature looking thumbs up and winked his left eye.
The kadabra was interested in this gallade, then he noticed something strange. "How is it that you have hands? Every gallade I knew only had stubs for hands that can't move at all, but you have long slender five-fingered hands."
The gallade looked down at said hands, then looked back up to the kadabra to give his reasoning. "Like I said before, it's a personal secret of mine."
They stood there for a while longer until the kadabra spoke up. "Why don't we get to the kingdom then? It is a much better idea than waiting around here in this, shrubbery." He stopped to look at the gallade, he was doing something weird.
The gallade waved his free hand up into the air, holding his finger in place for a small bit until it was emanating a purplish-blue aura, he carefully swiped his finger down slowly, leaving a trail of the color behind, he stopped it shortly after he begun, leaving it the size of a pants pocket, it widened a bit, revealing it to be some sort of opened space itself, stars are visible from the small portal.
The gallade placed the crystal inside of the space and closed it by using his finger to reseal it, tracing his hand upwards from the bottom until it disappeared mysteriously, the kadabra was caught in a trance just by viewing it, questions started forming in his head, but he knew they would not be answered by the just-as-mysterious gallade.
The gallade looked at the kadabra with a knowing look, the kadabra seen this and said. "I guess I will be the one to teleport us to the kingdom, I suppose."
He closed his eyes in concentration, five seconds later they were surrounded in a bright white light for half a second until they vanished, bringing the still knocked out scrafty with them to the kingdom in an instant.