Prologue
Grain
My weak, lightly shaded green skin screams with pain. This was the third time I had been attacked this week. I'm not sure why, but it's a prospect that annoys, and more, frightens me in every way. A gash of blood on my front left shoulder prevents me from walking faster. It doesn't help, as I'm sure I'm being chased. I'm not sure who is chasing me, but why should I know? Being hit by a move bug types like my friend, Rai, call X-scissor is enough to send me running for the hills. Maybe I should stand up to the attacking Pokemon? But then again, why should I?
I'm sure I've ran far enough. It was a mountain they call Mt. Silver where I was attacked. I wonder why they call it that. It doesn't look very silver. Maybe if rain hits it in the right way…? That would be a sight to behold. I'm still wondering how I escaped alive. None of the other messenger Pokemon have been attacked like this. Oh yes. I'm sure Pokemon are attracted to me because I smell nice, but I'm not sure X-scissor is a sign of affection. Though, Carnivine do bite on their friends heads for affection…
I shiver. Who would want their head bitten on? I'm glad Chikoritas aren't like that. Up ahead is a cave with stalactites hanging from the ceiling. An eerie blue grow illuminates it. Perhaps it's water. Though, I haven't known water to glow. Electric water? No… I don't think that's it. I begin to walk towards it. Tall grass is somewhat blinding my vision. I hear thunder in the sky. It must rain a lot here; on the top of Mt. Silver is pure snow. Unless I've gone crazy and I'm forgetting physics, which may just be possible. Perhaps I'm dreaming this all.
My head turns to the bloody gash on my shoulder. I grimace. This isn't a dream. This is real. And if this is a dream, I'll probably wake up to see a bloody gash like this one, inflicted to me in my sleep by a Pokemon pulling a prank. I turn away from the blood and focus my gaze again on the cave. It's closer now. A lot closer than before. Perhaps I could use the cave for shelter, and let the attacking Pokemon think I'm not anywhere near. My hopes are getting jumbled. Maybe, just maybe.
Now I'm closer, closer than ever before! I stop. Now as my vision is not altered by tall grass, I can see the cave as it really is. Water trickles off the stalactites like a stream of blood falling off curled fangs. On the floor, rests a pile of bones from a Dragonite.
I scream, scaring a flock of Murkrows and sending them sprawling into the dark sky above. This can't be happening. This time I might die. My breathing is now faster and my heart beats one hundred times per second. I force myself to take deep breaths. Yes, long, ten second breaths. Maybe shorter than that, but at least deep breaths for the most part. I force a step forward, then another. My legs are shaking with fear, though I keep telling myself I have none. I exhale, then blink away a tear that forms in my eye, then start walking at a quick trot. In seconds I'm at the caves gaping mouth, which threatens to swallow me for all eternity.
This isn't that scary. Not at all. I force another breath of air into my lungs, and then take one step into the caves stone embrace. The hard rock I now stand on is cold, and it takes some time for my body to get used to the new temperature. Being a Chikorita, I never liked the cold. Scratch that, I didn't really like intense heat either.
I stare further into the cave and my eyes fix on the bones of the Dragonite. Poor thing. It makes me wonder what happened to it. I see a sparkling pool of water behind its bones. It might be an edible source to conquer thirst. But, this could be a trap set up by my attacker. The water might be tainted. My gaze again shifts to the Dragonite, this time, its skull. It seems a waste to let the bones rot here for all eternity. But it's not like I can do anything for it. My stomach churns as I look at its rib cage. A tooth, larger than its head, is somehow wedged into it. Dry blood is caked on the fang.
How could I have not noticed that? I shake my head. Whatever this Pokemon's death may be, it happened a long time ago. There is nothing for me to be scared of. Nothing at all. I walk further into the cave. A droplet of water drips into the leaf that extends from my head. Getting closer, I examine the tooth. It's larger than my entire body! What beast could this belong to?
Not wanting to look at it any more I slam into the tooth with a tackle attack, sending it flying into the glowing pool of water. It sinks to the bottom. Good. I hoped it wouldn't float.
For some reason, I shiver again. It is quite cold in here. Maybe too cold for me. But this is the only place I can stay so…
I look to a corner that would seem rather warm. I walk to it, and curl up my body so I have most of my body, except my face, pressed up against the stone wall. It's colder than I expected, but warm enough for me. Perhaps I could sleep here. Perhaps I couldn't. I could only find out if I tried. Shivering, I close my eyes and try to do so. No sleep comes. Moaning, I get up and walk over to the pool of glowing water. I look down. It's incredibly clear, and it reflects against the cave walls. An electric-water type Pokemon swims in it. It's possible that's what's making it glow. Interested, I lean over the pool. The Pokemon's blue, with light blue fins and a mask of yellow. It has something sprouting from its head, which splits into two others with glowing yellow orbs attached to each. Its eyes are a dark shade of red.
And as I try to find out what it is, I keel over, and fall into the electrified waters of the Pokemon's domain…
