1. Cold
It was cold the day I left home, which my mom told me was unusual in the Hoenn region, and it was cold again the day I was told to meet Steven Stone.
"Steven?" I questioned, holding the letter cautiously in my hands. "Where in Dewford is he?"
The president of the Devon Corporation, with a grin that spread across his face, shrugged. "I couldn't tell you. It'll be up to you to find him. But oh!" He reached into his pocket and slid a small electronic device across the table. "For you. I'm counting on you, May."
I nodded.
2. In a Name
"Do you know Steven Stone?"
"The name sounds familiar, but I'm not sure."
"Excuse me, sir, do you know where I can find Steven Stone?"
"Never heard of 'im."
I approached person after person in Dewford to no avail. No one seemed to have any idea where Steven Stone currently resided. It made me wish I hadn't agreed to find him.
"Steven Stone? Isn't he the—"
"You best check Granite Cave. With a name like that, he's bound to be looking for rocks."
I wasn't sure a name had anything to do with interests; after all, I hated May.
3. Stones
I hugged my arms against myself, the dampness and darkness of the cave making it uncomfortable. Why did I sign up for this?
But as I headed further into the cave, I couldn't see a thing, so I had to suffer the cold and use my hands to guide me. The walls were rough, and I felt my skin splitting.
I tripped over a rock in the path, falling onto my knees. Damn stones, I thought, and I stood and brushed myself off. After all this, the suffering I had to endure for a letter, I prayed Steven liked Stones.
4. The Light at the End
After limping through the cave for ten minutes too long, a tiny light appeared before me. I hurried towards it, hoping for good news because I really needed some.
"Steven?" I shouted, and my voice echoed. "Steven Stone?"
The light didn't get much brighter, but it filled a small alcove where a silver-haired man stood. He didn't react to the sound of my footsteps.
"Please tell me you're Steven Stone."
The man, perhaps no older than twenty-six, turned around, a red ruby in his hand. When his gaze met mine, he smiled. "You're in luck. How can I help you?"
Author's Note: This is my first time dabbling in the art of drabbles. I'm not entirely sure I'm doing this right, but each part is indeed 100 words long.
Um, so, yeah. I think I'll do four drabbles in each chapter. My plan is to write one hundred drabbles for a total of twenty-five chapters, but I don't know if that will actually happen or not. I'm just winging this, I think.
In celebration that Steven Stone is returning to ORAS.
