(4/29/19) After finally finishing the nightmare of the exposition dump, I can finally begin truly writing this fan fiction. After this chapter, I will be certain that my dialogue and imagery has truly improved. In this chapter, the main protagonists shall be introduced definitely. Anyway, time to read some reviews.

Warhammer4life: I'm just going to ignore that, for I have already known the issue for a while and have taken measures against them.

TheG0AT: A Snivy Fennekin duo? (Coincidence? I think not...) Anyway, I definitely felt like the exposition was too much. Exposition is definitely my weak point within writing, but I will try to keep it down. But I'm glad I have hooked you in. I got better ideas within this.

Anyway, the weather is starting to turn white. Time to evacuate the house as I write this chapter. Anyway, enjoy!

Within the land that is white, nothing can be seen at all. Nothing at all. The blizzard is just that terrible. The wind howled throughout the day, bringing nothing but endless white particles to the ground, to make it even less visible. And the temperature was almost zero, definitely. For the past three days, the storm dropped its white blanket all across the region. Almost nobody dared to stomp outside in the weather. When the brave few managed to break out, they easily succumbed to the whiteness around them, allowing for easy capture. Only one managed to stay up and resisted the storm. At least for three days…

The young Snivy's pace had dramatically decreased within the past few hours. Water was easy to find, for he was completely surrounded by the white, but no food was to be seen for who knows. Due to the scarcity, he had to conserve energy by reducing his pace. This was all due to the dramatic decrease of the temperature, freezing the little green Pokemon. He tried covering himself with the scarf he had managed to cling on during his entire life, and it showed some slight improvement within his body temperature. But still, the little Snivy suffered from the icy temperature. But he does not want to return back to that place, ever…

But, he couldn't think of that now. He has to find shelter, or he'll end up freezing for real. But, it was extremely difficult spotting any shelter within these conditions. The past two days, he managed to find caves to sleep in, but tonight, he wasn't finding any, even though this night was significantly more dangerous than the previous two. He continued walking, trying to cling on to life within his legs, which haven't somehow froze off. But for how long he could survive out here, likely little time since he hadn't found any food at all.

Eventually, he stumbled upon a forest. This was the first one he had found. It wasn't much, but the wind slowed down a bit within the dormant forest, which definitely helped with him trying to find shelter, though it was still freezing cold. By now, it was completely dark, meaning now he had to completely rely on the trees to know where he was. He kept close side to the trees in the event a predator would come after him. He maneuvered around the trees, while rubbing his legs on them to warm them up. Meanwhile, he would keep looking for an abnormalities in the terrain, in the hopes of finding shelter. But for the next hour, there was nothing at all that seemed abnormal. All that was there was just some strange tree formations and some interesting rocks. Where there even anyone else besides him and the others?

Just then, he heard a roar within the distance. It was very long roar, sort of like a dragon's roar, but higher pitched. As soon as he heard that, he immediately jumped up in fear and gave a very small screech. He couldn't do loud ones, for he was born without the ability to speak to other Pokemon, and it was difficult making regular sounds also. But that roar, it terrifies him. Within the place he was before, everyone terrified him, since he was the one that was experimented on the most. They kept attacking him, despite his pleas in sign language. And now, he knows there are more of them out in the world. Will they be like them? He was afraid to answer that question.

The mysterious Pokemon kept on roaring a few more times before the wind carrying the white particles kept blowing only. The Snivy hid within the hollow log of a tree for the next three minutes, cowering from the roars and making sure nothing was out there. As an extra layer of defense, he wrapped himself with his tail, or what remained of the leaf part. His leaf looked like it had withered away, making it entirely useless for photosynthesis. It still looked green, but it looked like it was poisoned. He exactly knew what happened that day, but no time to reflect that. Five minutes pass without any roar. It was safe to exit. He left the log and continued maneuvering around the trees.

Around this time, the snow started getting more brutal, which froze him even further. He has no idea how has the storm been sustaining itself over the past three days. As far as he knew, the storm only started a while before they broke out. He had no idea how far the others even got, for everyone that managed to successfully escaped scrambled in different directions. Besides the Pokemon that roared in the opposite direction earlier, he was the only one for kilometers across. It was definitely lonely, but at least he didn't have to deal with them anymore. They only did a ceasefire so they could escape. Luckily for him, he saw a dark-haired human take out the Charmeleon bully; the only other good thing that came out of the breakout.

And then, out of nowhere, the Snivy just collapsed to the ground. Not from the temperature, but from exhaustion. Besides the times he was sleeping, he just either sprinted or walk entirely, and combined with the stress of reality, he had to collapse. But he didn't fall unconscious. He resisted against that feeling, knowing that would be the end. For the next three minutes, he lied down there as he rested his legs. He knew the storm would be over soon, to which he will definitely need them to find civilization. He then begin getting up, knowing he can continue on with his journey. But as he got up, he heard something snap. He scanned everywhere to see where someone could've stepped on a branch. Nothing. He began wandering around. He was beginning to rationalize other reasons for the snap. And then a dead tree smacked him with the force of a thunderbolt.

For five minutes, his mind drifted off into the void, as the shock from the smack wore off. And snapped, he was back in the storm. Quickly, his eyes went from droopy to full alert. The first issue that laid at hand was the fact that a dead tree had pinned him on the ground. The solution of course was to crawl out. He managed to dig a bit of the snow before he could crawl out successfully. Now he was back on track with the journey. But now a second, and more serious problem laid at hand.

Right as he got up, he heard a snap inside of his tail before he collapsed to the ground in pain. The tree had apparently jinxed his tail. He had broken bones before, but this was the most painful he had so far. There was also a visible wound on the area the tree hit. He was whimpering from the pain, even though he was completely motionless. With the storm getting more brutal, he was very close to the end also. He really need to find shelter or else he would die tonight. He tried getting up, but when he did so, in resulted in a pain much greater than what he received from the humans. That wasn't going to work at all.

But during the short period that he was up, he saw an orange light in the distance. It was definitely not the sun, but seemed to be more like a fire. Could civilization be in that direction? His next best bet was to roll on the ground to get there. The main problem with it was the open wound on his tail. He had a temporary solution to it. He grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around the wound. It should do for now. He begin doing his method of rolling to the source of light. It definitely still hurt, but the pain was significantly less than last time. He carefully tried not to hit a tree as he made his way to the source of light.

The light continued getting brighter as he got closer to the source. The pain was definitely getting worse, which was why he was speeding up as he got closer. He had already hit multiple trees, which gave him pain on his head and arms now also. There definitely had to be something there that would help him. His body keeps begging him to feed it, but he couldn't spot any food at all. And he had to keep rolling at a fast pace, for the roaring Pokemon had returned. He couldn't lift himself into a hollow log, like he did last time. But he didn't had to worry about it as much as before, for the roars were farther away. He continued rolling on as the light got brighter. Then, at last, the light overpowered the darkness. He had finally made it, even though he was facing the wrong side. One last time, he managed to get up, trying to overcome the pain.

The light was revealed to be a campfire, somehow burning within the white storm. Two logs are laid to be sat next to it, and a single, white tent was laid next to it. Very slowly to prevent more pain, he investigated the camp site. Definitely somebody was around here, but no evidence of footprints were laid out besides his own. Within the campsite, there was a map and a compass. He couldn't read both due to his background. And there was finally a berry on top of the map, which he ate very quickly. And… that was it to this place. The only benefits were finding food, even if it was small, and the campfire that finally warmed him up. But the good was short-lived; his stomach rumbled once more and a giant burst of wind blew upon him, knocking him to the ground. When he got back up, the campfire was no more.

The situation was definitely dire for the Snivy. He had found a campsite, but barely anything helpful was there. His scarf was now covering his broken tail, but it exposed everywhere else of his body to the cold. He had no idea how he was going to survive this storm. What to do now?

"Maybe just sleep for now..." a voice spoke to him. Immediately, he scrambled backward after hearing that. "Who is there?" he thought to himself, since he couldn't call out in public due to his speech impairment. He rolled around a bit, trying to find the mysterious voice. But after five minutes of searching, he found nobody around. If nobody was around, then what made that voice? The voice then spoke again, in those exact same words. Were they coming from his mind? But he decided to ignore the voice for now.

His only option was to stay at the camp, trying to survive against the white storm until someone could find him. He went back into the tent and tried to cover himself entirely with with scarf, leaving only his head exposed, but it wasn't enough against the cold. And the pain of his broken tail was only getting stronger. Hopefully, someone who wasn't like the others would find him. Are they here at all?

Hello? Anyone? He gave a very weak cry of help in the form of a chirping noise before the void of darkness consumed him once more. Now at last, the white particles can finish the Snivy off once and for all.

Somewhere near the camp…

Of course, the white storm was bound to affect the surrounding population of Pokemon. Some of them went into hiding into either their huts, caves, or whatever they considered their homes. They had plenty of resources for them to survive on, like berries, water, and medical supplies. For some homes, it was a time of celebration, for since it was late February, it would be the last of the great, white storms of the winter. But as some Pokemon celebrated the end, others were trying to pull others out of the deadly storm. Team Nexus was stuck with that duty tonight.

"No one in this area," a Toucannon observed with his good eyesight, despite the whiteness clouding his vision.

"Thank you Rowan. Let's look at the map again back at camp," the Brionne acknowledged as she led the way back to the camp. The team was always lumped into the most boring of tasks, despite being led by Hope, one of the Expedition Society's best leaders. Accompanied with her is Rowan the Toucannon, another veteran member, Sophie the Fennekin, who joined a year ago, and Ivo the Emolga, a member that has been around for a few years. All together, they form Team Nexus, a team that would've had a higher rating had it not been the fact that Brionne always picks the rescue missions related to weather, where they have basically found nobody yet within these conditions. And as usual, they were out within the most dangerous white storm of this winter.

Ivo was about to speak up about the situation, but Rowan nudged him otherwise.

"But why though? We aren't finding anyone out here," the Emolga whispered to Rowan.

"You will always find someone, no matter what in these conditions. We just haven't found them yet," Rowan spoke to Ivo, but Ivo wasn't done yet.

"But for the past two hours, we haven't found anyone yet!" Rowan just looked at him with dismay.

"Then why did you join this team?" Rowan responded with. Ivo had no words for him. He just decided to shut up to the question he couldn't quite answer to the public. For now, they kept walking on within the white storm.

Sophie continued walking in the snow, drooping down her snout. Today had been a rough day, though the other groups didn't feel the same. She just remembered almost dying in an avalanche. It was only Hope that managed to drag her out. That event still had shaken her up. Hope kept her nearby, which was a bit reassuring for Sophie, but it wasn't enough. She definitely faced danger a lot during the couple of months she has been around, but she didn't like the snow at all. Though, she still kept persisting to go on the rescue today, to which Hope reluctantly agreed. She just had that feeling of hope that they would rescue someone. By now, she seems to have lost her hope.

"I see the camp," Rowan spotted to which Ivo immediately rushed towards. Hope confirmed what Rowan had seen. It was the single tent with a single campfire. It seems like the campfire had gone out already, but nobody had cared. They needed to regroup for the next area to explore next. Sophie still had the willpower to restart the blaze once more. Once they started warming up, Hope began talking strategy.

"So, which areas haven't we searched ye?" Hope asked the team. Ivo was about to speak up something irrelevant, but Rowan glared up, to which the Emolga decided to shut up.

"We haven't explored that section of the mountains yet," Rowan spoke up first as the white particles landed on his fathers.

"Excellent idea. Sophie, may you get the map please?" Hope asked the Fennekin. She decided to perk up for once and nodded. Hope looked concern about her current state, but she couldn't address it right now. Sophie's normal emotions returned once she entered the tent.

For once, she just wanna stop now. The avalanche had already worn her out, and she had no idea how much longer she could stand up. She just wants to stop now, but she had no idea how to speak it up to Hope, who she had looked up to for so long. She just decided to remain silent. The map seemed to have fallen from the wind, and the compass still remained stationary, although the map was bent weirdly on the ground. She didn't have to worry about water damage, but it said not to be bent. And then, she removed it off the ground, but it uncovered something else.

A Snivy laid on the ground, shivering. It definitely surprised her so much, that she would've screeched, but thankfully, she didn't. The grass-type was covered within its own scarf, but the temperature had already dropped too low for him to warm up. But the part that definitely concerned her the most, was that his tail was broken. There's an open wound there also. Since he was technically in the snow storm injured, it was a win-win. But yet, how on Earth did he even get to camp with a broken tail? Guess she will find out later. She immediately pulled the Snivy onto her back. He was light, though still a bit of a challenge for her, meaning that he was about the same age as her. As soon as she knew that the Snivy was on her, she walked out the tent.

"Hey Sophie! What's taking so-" Ivo was about to yell out, but then saw her come out. Of course, Ivo was more interested on the Snivy that was on her back. Even Hope was surprised. But then, the Snivy just conveniently rolled off Sophie.

"How in the world was he here?!" Hope scrambled for answers as she begin investigating the Pokemon.

"No clue. I found him under the map," Sophie answered with. Rowan seemed surprised, but he didn't show it at all. Ivo was investigating the little Pokemon also.

"Why don't we wake him up?" Ivo just plainly asked as he charged up. Rowan just facepalmed while he sighed. Sophie just looked at him angrily.

"Are you foolish? He was just barely alive!" Sophie barked at, whom Ivo immediately backed away from. It was when Hope's investigation reached the open wound. When she did, fear struck her eyes, like something serious had unfolded in front of her.

"I'm afraid she is right. His wound has been infected. We have to take him in now," Hope immediately spoke, with a hint of fear. Only Sophie recognized the hint of fear. Was it possible he wouldn't make it? Now Sophie shared that same fear, even though they hadn't even spoke to each other at all.

"Rowan, can you lift up the Snivy back to Nurse Chauncey?" Hope asked Rowan.

"Why yes, of course," the Toucannon agreed as he lifted up and grabbed the Snivy by his talons. Within a short few seconds, he was gone.

"Come on!" Hope said as she began making her way back to Serene Village, where Nurse Chauncey was. Ivo and Sophie followed her along. Sophie now wouldn't stopped worrying about that Snivy. She did not know him at all, yet she was already curious about that little critter. To begin with, she had no idea how he could've even make it to their camp with a broken tail. And second of all, even though his tail was broken, his tail end looked like it had withered away, meaning that he definitely had a medical history. And three, something was awfully wrong with the scarf. Before she lifted him up earlier, she noticed a marking on his scarf. It read "C-15." It was plausible that that number could be related to his current state, but she can't be sure. For now, she just hoped he was alive. The lights of Serene Village started getting visible. Now it was the moment of truth.

Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at Nurse Chauncey's hut. Finally, a place warm for the three of them, for Ivo was also beginning to shiver. But no time for resting. First priority was the Snivy. Thankfully, the first person that greeted them was Rowan.

"Any news on the Snivy?" Sophie asked Rowan, prepared for the worst.

"He's out cold, but stable now," Rowan sighed. He glanced at the window, to which Sophie looked over at. Out there, the now bandaged Snivy was resting on a straw bed. His blue scarf was set upon the floor next to his bed. He was still breathing shallow, but he was still alive. At a second glance, Sophie managed to see the sign C-15 on the scarf once more, which still intrigued her. As she observed, Nurse Chauncey came out of the room.

"Do you know how he ended up with those injuries?" she asked them all.

"We don't know ma'am," Hope gave to her.

"Fortunately, Rowan came in at the time I was shutting everything down for the night. Thanks to his appearance, I managed to stabilize him. He should be up by the morning. And now, you should head back to the inn, it's been a long day for you all." Nurse Chauncey then proceeded to leave. Most of Team Nexus decided to leave. For a little while, all that Sophie did is watch that Snivy. C-15 is all she saw on him.

"You coming Sophie?" Hope had asked her. Sophie nodded to her and followed her, taking one last look at the Snivy recovering from the white storm before they began walking to the inn. Another team would deal with their duties for the rest of the night. But now, they could rest within the white storm, as the white particles settled on Serene Village evermore.

And that is Chapter White, the chapter where the main protagonists got introduced at last. Now, I'm going to rest as the doom of Finals looms in. Leave your review down and I will see you later. And one last thing, is there anything would you like to see in the fanfic in both author notes and in the story?

- Nosredna (5/12/12)