Land without end, virtually as far as the eye can see, the urge to explore is in the eyes of the beholder. But yet what environment can't quiver without pure water? What can any organism survive without?
We all know the rash subject to what will continue to emit that invisible life energy, or to what may stop it, and keep it quiet for no one to bring it to dawn again. When that light hits, it's bound to arouse the senses.
'Hmm..?' his eyes are slightly open, surrounded by walls, those walls that have holes, and then bring light in with it. He stirred on his bed he lied on. He finally had the strength to sit up, and suddenly flinched as light got in his eyes, 'Could have sworn it was much later than this...' he got on all fours and moved to the window he had looked out of, and sighed for that great breath of air. As he looked away from the window for a moment, he caught the decision to go check on his partner. Either still asleep, or awake as he may be. Their home wasn't the biggest, and to be honest, all he had to do was turn around. But there she was, just lying there still sound asleep. The only sound in the background being the ocean some half a mile below from the cliff they currently reside on. '...' He had to help himself to resist the urge, 'Just let Chespin sleep for once, you know how grumpy she could get...' he paused, looking at his own arms, swiping dust off here and there, 'Beauty sleep? As they called it...' The Froakie yawned and looked toward the door. He guessed he wouldn't be gone for long...
You body shifted as your try to awake failed, making Diancie sigh at her attempts.
"I tried..." she shook her head, "I've told them so many times..." she leered at your blank expression, "... I told Xerneas so many times, but I faltered... And we barely got the nex-" she stuttered, "-you out of there..." she went silent for another moment as the crisp breeze whipped past your muzzle, "A good friend should never be disloyal..." she felt about done, as if she thought you heard enough, no matter the state of mind. She gently shook her head, "But I'm sure we both have tons of room for improvement. It will just need time..."
Your heart is pounding, as you listen to what she has to admit. Pretending to still be unconscious, your eyes are open, but clearly closed.
Some time passes before her momentum decreases...
"There'll be a point where I won't know who'd be looking out for who... This world will be so strange to you, very different from where you came. But that conflict with Yveltal showed me your character..." she looked towards you with a thoughtful glow in her eyes that sparkled like diamonds.
She finally felt like it was time to let you go...
"But until we meet again..." she called off her psychic, and waited for the trance to kick off.
"We will..."
Your sense of weight slipped away as so did she.
Froakie to their house's front door, using it ever so quietly. His entire body soaking up the sunlight. He felt slightly tugged from the wind blowing away from the beach, the leaves from the nearby trees shake in the rhythm. He turned towards the beach and started making his way, fighting the wind. He stopped when he finally got a good view somewhere in the center, "The waves seem a bit more assertive this morning..." he took a deep breath, and what he thought he heard was his own, but the other sound was subtle splashes coming from afar. His attention peaked at the spot of something yellow, or maybe gold, just floating across the water.
It uncovered as the sun's bloom faltered from the waves. The high contrast of those colors didn't feel right, it wasn't natural.
"..." by this time he'd reach the extent of the ocean, "Oh!" he jumped rushing to it, water from the ocean splashing like a high tide. A chill reaches down his spine.
That's somebody's head face up from the water! He frantically jumped for him, dragging him out by his forelegs.
Honestly a snout full of sand isn't a preferable thing...
This fox sneezed, blowing sand and weak fire spurts in every angle right at Froakie's face... But it seemed to rouse the fox.
After this fox was far from water, he stopped to wipe the sand off his face. Soon afterwards he looked back up, the sand shining form the angle of the sun, and this yellow fox was glowing just as bright.
"Hello?" Froakie asked, but the fox's eyes didn't open, only soon after he started to shiver. 'I guess I have no choice.' he thought, he brought the strength and hurled a bubble toward him. It didn't seem to affect much at first, but some seconds in this fox suddenly sprung to life, leaping forward. Froakie, caught off-guard of course, stopped mid-attack, and took notice to the pouncing fox with its eyes still closed.
As you pull your right arm back, hand in a fist, your hand swinging suddenly feels very hot, and your fingers relaxed to the point your hand was outstretched as you swing, your hand cooled. But, by that time, you've scratched the obstacle in front of you.
"Agh! What are you doing?!" he shouted in defense as you plop back down on your stomach from the arch of the jump. He held against the scratch, and soon released steam, "Can you even open your eyes?" That innocent and kid-ish voice reminded you of something.
(I see you, aren't my eyes open?) You see her, standing in front of you.
"Do you have something caught around your eyes?" she asks.
"No." you said to her.
No, you shook your head to the frog in front of you.
"Then open your eyes so I can see them."
"Then open your eyes so I can see them." You heard an echo.
The fox's eyelids were stiff, and were slow to open.
(It's so bright! I can barely see anything...) His eyes adjusted faster then he was used to. Your head jumps to the realization of what you were actually seeing.
"Thank goodness you're alright." the Froakie sighed in relief.
(It's so bright... who in the world is that?) His eyes open in a flash. Froakie smiled.
"That's a major improvement, I'm glad you're working so well..." Froakie's leered into the fox's deep-red eyes, they were exhausted, weakened even, but a spirit for fire itself. This creature suddenly held out one of its limbs, offering a climb from the sand. He instinctively raises his right paw, but it comes out erratic, and stiff, stopping mid-attempt.
(Ughh, I feel like I can barely move... Did I break anything on my way here?) The problem was that you couldn't feel a thing, but that already felt like a negative.
Froakie noticed the jagged movements, and flinched, his guard lowered, "Do you know what you hurt?" Froakie asked in vain. He looked toward, but is vision seemed offset as he was looking more toward the land behind him, and just shook his head, a confused expression plastered on his face.
(For some reason just getting to walk will take some time...) He thought, just wiggling his legs in place. Bending the joints seemed sharp, and hot to the touch. One side aches more than the other. More than not he feels rather uncomfortable everywhere, but it doesn't necessarily feel like pain, or that it hurts, just that it's uncomfortable and he doesn't know what that is. Froakie looked critically worried.
"Do you think you can even stand!?" he asked shocked in a louder voice. The fox suddenly pushed himself to the limit trying to stand, passing all the red flags that the body isn't ready to. He was just about to get on all fours, when he looked up to see Froakie on two, caught by surprise, he lost his concentration, and plopped back to the sand. His ears twitched a couple times from the sand, shaking some warm flames as they did.
"I can help you up." he offered, extending one of his arms. He nodded, and after some shifting he grabbed onto his paw, and forced him up on his fours, almost falling the other way. Froakie grieved a sigh after seeing the fox's teethed smile. They even walked around the beach soon afterward, letting the fox take in the scenery, and let him walk loosen up.
The fox looked out toward the ocean. (Why would I think it'd look different?) he asked, the colors of his homage bouncing off his face, thousands of miles away from the sun. He mouthed the words unconsciously, and Froakie caught that out of the corner of his eye. He hesitated, then soon broke out.
"You know... this is my favorite time of day..." he paused to look at him, "... or at least the morning twilight is. They're too close to each other." he shook a silly attitude the fox's way. He nodded. Froakie suddenly shook it off, holding the worry too long, "Hey, seriously. Are you sure you're okay? I don't think types like yours should be hanging around the water..." Froakie felt like regretting it before this fox even took a response.
(My type? Is there more than me? But I don't have a single problem with water...) He gave the confused look to Froakie.
"If you want to, you could take a look in the water... I'll stand here..." he insisted no rush. The fox shrugged, and drifted towards the waters.
(It won't hurt will it? Pretty sure... maybe I need it.) The sand where he stands now was soaked. Watching the water rise back to the surface, his reflection hit him like a tsunami. Soon realizing he was frozen over with a pinching cold from the water, stopping himself mid-yelp. Froakie on the beach, between the mix of frustrated and worried called out.
"Just step back in! Don't make me have to pull you back out..." He sighed and his body complied to push back toward the beach. Shaking off the accumulating water droplets around his feet.
(I'm a fox now... and I'm also allergic to water...) He held it dear close to him. He shivered slightly at the light breeze passing by. Then a figure appeared form the corner of their eyes, it seems to be standing on two legs like Froakie is most of the time.
"I heard something! I've decided to check what happened!" it had a raspy voice, yet smooth like gravel. They both turned to acknowledge.
"Froakie?"
"Scraggy?" they stared for a moment. The fox just sat there on his haunches.
Scraggy laughed, "If I had a gold bar for every time I saw you here..." he shifted toward the fox, "... you look new." the fox thanked him through gesture, "He a shy one?" Froakie shrugged.
"I didn't meet him too long ago either. But to be honest-" he turned to him, "I've never heard you talk before..." he had a notable pause, "... are you mute?" the fox instantly shook his head in panic.
(I know I can! But the voice I hear... isn't me...) Another fantastic plus was the point of getting used to this body, he's not exactly on his hands and knees. But he urged, it seems to a take a good amount of energy to talk in this new world.
"..." they both waited. Nothing; or at least nothing audible.
(I think I'm going to faint... Why can't I talk!?) At first he thought it was being in this new body, but now he believes it may be beyond.
"So you know you can talk, but you can't." Scraggy said, scratching his head. Froakie dashing to his rescue.
"I think we'll let the sand stay at the beach..." he commented to the fox. Scraggy gave the fox an interesting gaze as Froakie lifted him back upright.
"Now that I'm thinking about it, I thought I saw some other pokemon that looked kinda like you... eh, what's your name?" Froakie reflected that in thought. I wondered that himself, that fox did have similar colors to someone else. Suddenly Froakie had a flashback to earlier, the fox's sneeze, unfortunately. The look in his fiery, deep-red eyes. He snapped to Scraggy after the fox stood on his own.
"Yeah, to be honest, Chúnaero doesn't get many fire-type visitors as the place is surrounded by water. It's been mostly grass-types of the big three that arrive here." the fox noticed this, looking toward the town of Chúnaero, he spotted buildings that were mostly white, and blue colors. Most of it was stone, cement, or rocks.
(Glad to know it's more than a beach... I need to tell my name, they deserve it.) he thought in mild relief. With one swift breath, "Opusvame." his voice sounded raw as if it was still developing. It blew past them in a cold wind. Froakie turned to Opusvame.
"Are you sure you're okay? Fire-types don't like hanging around water..." Froakie forced to note. Scraggy gave a mischievous giggle.
"Especially when they try to swim!" Scraggy reflected over his own thoughts, "You'd know what they mean by a hot-head!" Froakie sighed.
"Aren't you bold." he said. Opusvame was just slightly embarrassed. Scraggy suddenly jumped, turning to Opusvame.
"I just remembered! You remind me of Delphox!" purity suddenly filled the air as Scraggy celebrated himself.
"Delphox..?" Opusvame asked, an inaudible voice heard. Froakie nodded.
"Isn't she the boss in a nearby town?" he asked. Scraggy shook his head.
"Eh, not a boss, more like a... moderator. It's the town west of this town." Opusvame stared in awe as Scraggy continued to point in said direction. A sound coming from town was heard all over the beach, it sounded like a name. Opusvame perched as his ears twitched, twinkling lively specks of fire along with them. Froakie waved in front of his face.
"Opus? You okay?" he snapped back to reality. Noticing it was Scraggy trailing off in the distance.
"Team Crag!" he shouted. Froakie could feel the enthusiasm. Opus looked surprised.
(Where's he headed to?) Froakie shook his head.
"Talking to us one minute then leaving for an adventure in the dungeons the next." Froakie's eyes went wide open, "Hey, Opus. You should be in our team!" Opus looked to Froakie.
"Our?" he asked simply. Froakie slowed down, scratching the back of his head.
"Right... there's someone in the hut I live in that you haven't met yet." Opus stood up.
(Hopefully it's not far. Can't even walk a sixteenth mile in the state I'm in.) He looked toward the sand for a moment, only to note something sparkle. He blinked and everything changed. He looked around to notice a stone in front of him, and someone else behind the stone, lying on the ground, or whatever you can make out that was the ground, he surrounded by the same darkness before he'd ever arrived here on this beach. He kneeled down to take a closer look at this multi-colored gem. It had some weird shape in the middle. Opus poked at it, and the darkness fell back into the beach scene. The someone lying on the ground faded. Opus heard the words echo.
"Hang in there."
"Diancie?" you try to heed her voice. He noticed himself looking toward the sky instead, he instantly looked back toward the sand in front of him, and by surprise that gem still was there, right in the sand. Froakie had looked back to him confused.
"Who's Diancie?" he asked. Opus needed to get defensive.
"It's nothing, I..." he couldn't finish that sentence. Instead he dug the sand to pick the gem up, "Do you have anything to hold this in?" Froakie well noticed his voice improved.
"Of course, let's go ahead and head back to the hut." Froakie responded with the gem on hand. Opus eyeballed it closely.
(I'm not going to let that slip. Diancie will hold my name.) He thought taking his last looks at the beach.
