Hello, I'm here with another chapter to Mystery Dungeon: The Battle. Just to say right now so you don't get confused, I'm trying something new. Later on, a Gardevoir and a Ninetales will be talking. But, the Gardevoir doesn't know what the Ninetales is saying, and the Ninetales doesn't know what the Gardevoir is saying. I decided to try and see, what if all Pokémon didn't know what each other were saying? What if, with their different speaking patterns and use of different words (example: Pika, Char, psyduck, etc.), they instead use a different language for each other? There's no way you can say that's crazy talk, because it's true. See it as a person speaking english and a person speaking japanease. Yeah, they need to know each other's language to understand.
So now you must be thinking about the whole Weavile and Sneasel thing. Um, duh, Weavile is the evolved form of Sneasel, it'd be pretty obvious. XD
Some of you might wonder how the heck this is PMD related then, if they don't understand the same language, and in the game, they do. Don't worry, when I thought this plan up, I thought of a way to get to how PMD has it. In other words, a spoiler for later in this story, they will eventually understand each other. Obviously, if this is a prequel to PMD. XD
Oh yeah, and this chapter has spoilers for PMD. Actually, the whole trilogy is gonna be one big PMD spoiler. Should've put that in the first chapter. Opps.
Chapter 2: The Ninetales Legend and Gardevoir Prophecy
Four Island had gotten much quieter. Though not all the Pokémon knew what was going on, it was easy to tell that something wrong was afoot. They could feel the fear in the humans themselves. They just wished they couldn't.
As much as Mare would have loved to think of this all day and night, he was forced to pretend those events did not exist. Because he had a job for all Sneasel and Weavile kind, he had to pretend to be the one that didn't know anything at all. That wasn't a problem. But when it was obvious that many other Sneasel were growing too violent for answers, with threats and actually visiting humans, taking to find truth, it became more than just a job. If he failed this, it was a banishment wish.
Yes, possibly the worst case scenario for all Sneasel kind would be to be rejected. Rejection is not a feeling one would like. It takes away all that was known to just be. With that gone, there really wasn't much else one could look forward to.
The humans considered Sneasel and Weavile kind to be loners who live alone because of all that would be available. It would give recognition and honor among the rest of their kind. But this isn't the case.
Those cases are usually those that have been rejected. Because they are rejected, they must hunt on their own, even sneak into a bird Pokémon's nest to steal eggs. Those rejected would never want to move too far from home, so they stay near the colony, even though they had been banished. Because of this, they do in fact get recognition. But not for the reasons the humans believe.
Back to Mare's job. Yes, so Mare's position had been to look out for major suspicion and see if suspicion was correct, but his main focus was now to keep those out, out, and those in, in. He wasn't given a straight and complete reason as to why, but he didn't need one. All he needed to know was that he was appointed this by an Appointer.
There he stood, by the entrance. Mare had been close enough to humans to understand what humans would consider him. In human light, he would be called a Bouncer. Mare had only heard that word be used for a certain bar at Four Island each time he had passed it. He understood that the Bouncer would be the one at the entrance of this bar, usually checking out other humans. It seemed as if humans believed humans would deceive other humans. That wasn't the case for Pokémon.
Now that he had been thinking about human accounts like that bar visit, he took a pose that he had caught that bar Bouncer with each time he had been able to see him.
He leaned against the rock with his arms folded while standing on one foot, while the other was used to balance with the wall. With the black fur, he really did look like the Bouncer. He had always found the Bouncer wearing some leathery black material, no matter what weather it had been out.
Mare had to admire that. With some studies his kind have made, they knew that for certain weather conditions, humans would wear certain clothing. This one Bouncer would always wear the same thing.
He liked to think of himself as a Bouncer. It was just to fuel his imagination. There was a lot more to the human world than the Pokémon eye could see, and when—
"Mare."
Mare was startled. He almost lost his balance, but regained himself so fast that it had seemed he had never lost balance.
The one who had called for Mare had been Appointer Irathie.
"Appointer Irathie," Mare stated blandly, kneeling down in front of him. "I'm doing my part. Whatever it is you must do, I will follow."
"Please stand Mare, as we have all come to a conclusion."
Mare stood up, giving Appointer Irathie the authority look that he was given. "Sorry?" he asked, a bit confused.
"We have come to a conclusion."
"A conclusion to what?"
"To what we must do."
Mare began to think about what it was they really were going to do. His job had been pretty suspicious, and even he wondered why he was given it. "What will we do?"
There was a short silence. "We're going to seal us away from the outside."
Mare gave a quizzical look. "Seal? Why—how did we come to this?"
"Mare, there is something going on around all of our cave, and this island," Irathie noted, pointing all around where the nearest human settlement would be. "We have reason to believe that something rather dangerous is on its path towards us."
"Reason? How did we get this reason?" as curious as he was, Mare just wished he could have kept silent and just accepted the information. But he already got that far, why not go farther for more answers? Mare was the kind that wasn't as afraid of rejection as much as others were. Yes, he was afraid of it, but he believed he could live with it by following all he had learned about the humans when he scouted the land several times before.
"The humans are leaving us." Appointer Irathie sighed before he continued. "I'm going to let you know a secret about me, Mare. I was never from this colony."
"Huh?" Mare was surprised by this one.
"Yes, I was an outsider. I came with no hope, but with strength, I was able to grow on with this colony. And yet, I've never told anyone of where I had come from. Until today. I've seen a lot of things I wouldn't want to see again, Mare. What I saw brought down the entire colony I had come from. And it started exactly like this."
Mare was putting all that together in his mind. "Oh my...Appointer Irathie, we might be in danger then."
"I know we are. That's why this plan will work."
"No, I mean with this plan."
"What?" Appointer Irathie was puzzled now. He wasn't sure why Mare would go against the plan. It was perfectly reasonable from the view he had showed the others.
"Appointer Irathie, I can't say that this will work; you'll be cutting others off of their safety."
"How so?"
Mare was silent for a moment, then said, "I've studied humans for a large amount of time. I know a lot about them. Let's say you are right, and something might destroy us all. By leaving us away from the outside, we won't be sure when whatever it is destroying us is over. Leaving us all inside our own home for a long while will move us to do horrible things. It can happen, the humans proved it on something I believe they called a Tee Vee."
"You lost me; say again?"
"In order to gain more knowledge, humans turn to other humans for help. But for faster references, and easier too, they would turn to these boxes that showed moving images. These images would speak back to the human and explain more of life around them. I've seen one of a cave in. No air would circulate, as shown in the images, and leave all inside to faint, and eventually, die."
Appointer Irathie blinked. "And you understood the human tongue?"
"No, but the images were enough. The cries of other Pokémon in these images were horrifyingly real. I actually stopped watching the Tee Vee in worry and never really stopped thinking of such a situation. Now it seems that you are saying we should do just that; in all do respect, but is that a wise decision?"
Irathie remained quiet for a moment. "Mare, maybe you should watch what you say. I understand what you are telling me, and I understand you just want to make sure that we live. But you shouldn't speak back like this."
"I know. I am sorry. I'm just very curious that maybe...this could go wrong."
"Yes, it can in many ways go wrong, but we must do this."
"One more question."
"Yes Mare?"
"I would just like to know why. You gave me a reason, but there are alternatives. Why such drastic decision?"
"Because Mare; if you really think about it, there are no alternatives. Let's return to the others."
With no more arguing, Mare followed Appointer Irathie. He still found the answer to the solution to be going at it the wrong way, but if no one else was going to go against it, then neither would he. Because unlike the others, Mare wasn't afraid to die. Stupid cause or not.
The moon struck high up in the sky and shined down upon Four Island like any other day. Very few Pokémon were seen throughout the day. Some species had themselves felt the grim mood upon the island and fled. It was the change in the mood and the change in atmosphere. None knew what exactly it was that was coming, but they knew it wasn't good.
Most that had the fate of being a partner to a human didn't take much notice. They could feel it, but would not do anything about it because it wasn't an order to do so.
When a Pokémon is captured, they feel that they were not taken from their old lives and given something knew, but bestowed an honor of protection. An unwritten law that could have possibly been said by Lugia himself.
With the honor of being partnered with a human came the responsibility of protection for each other. The trainer would take care of the Pokémon while in return the Pokémon would protect the trainer. It was something that had gotten used to, and soon, it was a legend itself that Lugia sent humans as protectors of Pokémon.
In an instant, that would all change.
Wendy got comfortable. It wasn't often that her trainer would let her sleep with her. Sure, it did happen, but only on those occasions when everything was alright and there would be no worry throughout sleep. Sleeping in the house of a relative was considered as one of those, so Wendy was allowed to sleep with her trainer.
She snuggled in the embrace of her trainers arms as they held tight, with the 'I love you' from Teresa and the polite comment from Wendy that Teresa would pretty much not know meant.
It was a lovely position. It was even considered cute to many humans that a human would sleep on a bed alongside their Pokémon.
"Tomorrow, we're leaving together," Teresa said in a whisper to Wendy.
Wendy had been with Teresa long enough to know what she meant by that. She wasn't sure what the exact translation was, but she understood enough.
"Good night Teresa," Wendy replied in a whisper. Sure, Teresa would never know what she said. But as it was from Teresa to Wendy went the same from Wendy to Teresa; she understood what was trying to be transfered. Not the complete translation, but enough.
In just minutes, Teresa was asleep. Wendy would too fall asleep, but she felt that Teresa had to be the one to fall asleep before her. When she had noticed her trainer asleep, then she let her tiredness come to her. She let the feeling take over, and she began to drift off to sleep too.
She didn't stay asleep for long once she had. As most, it was known that Sneasel's never could get a good sleeping because of their good hearing. This was useful in hunts. However, as the Sneasel grows, so does the ability to control this sleep. When they wish to sleep, they'll sleep.
But that would not shut off everything. They still had their hearing. As long as they could measure the sound, then they could control when they sleep. But with a miscalculations, one sound level higher than what they measured when they slept would be too loud. So even though the room had almost no sound at all, that twirl from the ceiling was becoming too loud. Not the fan, but another twirl.
It was silent as it descended. But it still disturbed the air.
The cloud of green descended to the ground. From there, it began to hover just over the covers. It was coming right over Teresa's legs.
Teresa moved a bit. She turned her legs to get a better sleep, yet still not waking from her slumber. The sound and movement was enough.
Wendy opened her eyes. She didn't look anywhere, but instead thought that it was something else scampering around the floor. Maybe the house held some small critters of their world? Whatever it was, it shouldn't be a bother. She should just fall back to sleep.
It wasn't until half a minute later that she felt the wave of sound and air brush over. She opened her eyes again and turned over to face her trainer instead.
That's when she could've jumped and hit her head when she landed on the floor. That was an option, but stricken with the view, she didn't do a thing.
Light from seemingly the middle of the thing shined bright, giving the room a strange green effect for just a moment. This would have caught Wendy's attention had she not been already paying attention to the yellow coming straight for her trainer.
Just before the yellow could lay upon the sweetness that was Wendy's trainer, Wendy tried to jump in between the two. She jumped at first, but her claws had dug in too deep on the bed that she had to struggle to get through.
But she made it right between the two. When she looked straight into the green light, she froze. Was this it? The end for her trainer?
A trainer fell on his knees. He was very tired and was full of scratches all over his body. Just as he had got footing and stood back up again, he began to question where it was he was going. He had no destination.
This frustrated him more. He needed guidance.
He stepped away from the forested grounds he was stomping upon...
And found a ledge. He almost fell over the ledge, but stopped himself and pulled back with his own weight.
After getting his footing, he decided one look down the steep side wouldn't hurt. When he did look, he could see the bottom go far down, straight to the entrance of the Icefall Cave. He was at the highest elevation in Four Island.
"Okay, what now?" he said aloud, moving his fingers through his hair and trying to keep concentrated. It was kind of hard to do so with his current situation.
The easy way out was to ask for help. He decided to do just that.
Pulling one of his Pokéballs from his belt, he tossed the ball and called out his one and true friend.
Gardevoir.
Wendy couldn't get her eyes off of the light. Unfortunately for her, the more she looked, the less control she had over herself. She found herself moving away from the light.
What am I doing? She thought. It was a small thought, but with another glance at the green form, she ignored her thought and moved away.
Then with a swift move, a protective guard shield blocked access right before her eyes. In just seconds, Wendy found herself pounding on the force, trying to get in and break her trainer away from it.
But the more she screamed to break through, the stronger the shield became. She had been fooled. Now her trainer was doomed.
"Gardevoir," called out the trainer.
Gardevoir turned her attention to her trainer and gave a slight bow to show her discipline. She didn't differ from other Gardevoir by much, but as a guide for tough situations with her trainer, she always found herself there for him.
"Well, we're here," her trainer told her. "We've traveled way too far already. We have a longer run to make, but for now, we're safe." Gardevoir gave him a strange look. "Okay, so we're still in danger, but that's why you're here."
She knew it.
"We have some time to go farther," Gardevoir advised, but knew the trainer would never understand what she was saying. What she was saying would only come in her language.
"I'm kind of trapped. I don't..." he kept quiet for a moment, then finished, "I don't think I can run anymore."
There was a quiver in his voice. Gardevoir comforted him. She reached with her arms to her trainer and let him fall to her arms. She could feel tears come down.
After being through everything her trainer had been through, she knew what had led him to their current location. It was always driven by fear.
Gaining his posture, her trainer stood so that he could stay at a hugging status with her. It seemed so natural.
His tears were subsiding, but Gardevoir could feel the fear. She had to stay strong for him.
A short time had passed, and when it was over, her trainer broke away and sat on the ground. The view of the dark Four Island town lay ahead of them.
"What now?" he said emotionlessly, not staring at anything but the floor. "I've been through every horror story a teenager can handle...it's pushed me far. I don't know what else to do."
Gardevoir sat near her trainer, and stood waiting with him. A few seconds had passed. None would say a word to each other.
"Gardevoir, just leave. I don't want drag you into something you're not in yet." When Gardevoir didn't reply, her trainer faced her. "Now."
As much as the force in her trainer was, she refused to leave.
Her trainer stood up and backed away, looking at Gardevoir crazily. "Haven't you seen what I've done? I've destroyed dreams of good people Gardevoir! I destroyed my own dream! I died a long time ago, but I saved you doing so."
Gardevoir stood. In her language, she spoke, "Please, I can help you."
her trainer would never know what she said word for word, but he did know what she meant. "Gardevoir, if you want to help me, go tell an officer Jenny's Espeon what I've done, then tell that Espeon where I am. I'll be gone forever, but at least I'll be safe." it was then when another tear fell, and he had trouble saying his words. "I—I'm alone here. Team Rocket is after me, remember? I did something bad, remember? Do you remember anything?"
Gardevoir came closer, face to face, and said silently in her language, "As you said, you saved me. There is an alternative. I can save you as you did me. And I can wash away the bad things you've done."
Her trainer backed away. "Gardevoir, you're safer without me." he turned around and looked straight at the ground. "I'll take you back to the town. You'll be safe. After that, I'm going to turn me in on purpose."
Gardevoir was about to say something more, when her trainer pulled from his pocket a small badge. It was silver in triangle fashion, and had a red R on it.
"This thing..." he said. Gardevoir felt a darkness rising in his voice. The silvery badge seemed to shine right back at him. "It ruined my life..." his expression turned to an angry one. "This thing destroyed me!"
He tossed the badge. It soared, not too far, landing near some small bushes.
Wendy stopped trying. She backed away, looking at the energy with wonder and fear.
Then it happened. She heard a slight unfamiliar voice, very faint. Listening in carefully, she could barely hear it. Finally after adjusting, she heard.
"But this isn't something to jump at," said the voice. Wendy couldn't picture any form in her memory of who the voice was, but it sounded feminine. There was no reply from the answer, but the voice continued. "Teresa, this is our cry for help. You are supposed to save us. It's the prophecy."
Prophecy? Wendy couldn't understand. It was apparent that the thing was speaking to her trainer, but why? Prophecy? What was that about?
"If you're sure. You'll come to our world. You'll leave your friends, family behind. It may come to being for a long while, months, years even. Are you sure?"
"What?!" Wendy couldn't keep that in. It was too shocking. Immediately, she was beginning to lose the voice, but kept it in mind. She jumped to the force of the green spirit. She began attacking the spirit, clawing away.
"You can't take my trainer! What are you doing? She has a world that loves her here!" That last statement, Wendy truly believed. Everywhere they had gone, Teresa always made friends. In one way or another, she would help out someone. Doing so gave her a good reputation. It came beyond the point of friendship with those they've met before.
"I sense there is an outer force...pulling," said the voice.
"That's me! Don't take her, please!" Wendy kept trying, hoping to get through the spirit. But she couldn't. Fortunately, the next faint words she heard helped, showing a thought of not going anywhere.
"So you don't think you can do this?"
Wendy stopped, hope coming back. Was her trainer really speaking to the spirit in her sleep? It seemed that she was!
"I won't force your destiny. We have limited time, but You can chose when you're ready."
Wendy was getting even more confused than she was. She couldn't get if her trainer was actually the one who had suggested leaving or if the spirit was.
"This is very good that you want to test your courage this way. I sensed the aura within you, what you were inside you earlier. Just seconds before I entered your dreams, my power could only come as your aura. I sensed you had the power to be a good hero. But are you positive that you want to test your courage this way?"
Wendy didn't want to question it anymore. She listened instead, only hope to pull her through.
"Fine. But I won't keep the secret from you for long. As I'd put you in this world, in the form that defines you, you'd have limited amount of time until the end. I'll be there for you, and as you request, not tell you of your prophecy. But, if you haven't figured it out in the last moment, I'll be forced to tell you. If not, then this would all be for nothing."
"Huh?" Wendy didn't quite get it. Then, of all things to happen, the yellow spread across her trainer. What's this? Wendy questioned.
"Yes Teresa, my world is this world's future."
The yellow pulled, and Wendy began to rise. The yellow began to fold her as it carried her, making what was happening to Teresa unknowable.
"What are you doing?!" Wendy screamed.
The yellow shined bright, over shining the green. It became smaller, smaller than the height of a human. It was unbelievable.
In a last attempt, Wendy jumped just as the yellow was getting out of reach. The green wasn't protecting it anymore.
She was able to grab onto the orb of yellow that contained her trainer, and tried to pull herself up as the orb rose higher.
"Where are...you taking here!" Wendy shouted, hoping to get an answer. The orb became wet and slippery. Wendy couldn't hold on any longer. She let go, and fell onto the bed.
Wendy could only stare as the green was disappearing, wrapping around the yellow orb.
There had to be one other option, and more, that could help. Wendy didn't have long to think one up, so she chose without thinking. A lot of times, her trainer would shout this to her in battle. It was very effective to defeat the opponent. It should have worked the same in this way. Wendy called it a teleport, but due to the fact that her species would use it a lot for attacking when needed and quick get aways, trainers would call it, Faint Attack.
In seconds, Wendy had teleported from her position on the bed to that of near the last of the green spirit. Sliced at it, but in that moment, the spirit had gone completely, leaving the spinning fan above to keep spinning, and Wendy to attack it.
The fan unhooked and crashed towards the closet, with Wendy stuck with it. The wall broke away into the hall of the house. The fan and Wendy crashed onto a desk, where an antique, unlit oil lamp fell over Wendy.
Struggling with the fan and pain from the fall with it, Wendy picked herself up, all covered in the oil, and ran back towards the room through the wall she had broken. A gas pipe was broken.
Wendy looked around the room, scared. She had to find her trainer. That was her main priority.
Where would she look?
Frantically, Wendy left the room and stared at the ceiling of the hall, trying to catch any of the green spirit. Running to the end of the hall, Wendy forced herself through the window and swung to the roof of the house. From there, she looked around, trying to find the spirit in the air. Nothing.
She slid off the roof and to the ledge, where she swung herself in through the bathroom window. The shards flew in with her, and the friction of sliding off the roof was added as she landed and slid. The oil caught on her arm, lighting it.
The pain was hard. It seemed stronger than that of a fire Pokémon. It burned.
She slipped down the hall, squealing in pain. She wasn't thinking anymore. The gas from the broken pipe caught, and that side of the hall exploded in flames.
The force threw her back into the bathroom, where she caught more fire and broke the shower. The water started pouring with the force, rinsing Wendy. But Wendy wasn't moving. She had been knocked out.
In another room, the grandfather was just getting up from all the noises. The first one woke him up, and made him stand to go and see what it was. He was barely reaching the door when he heard the explosion.
Gardevoir couldn't do anything but comfort with a hug. Her trainer appreciated this greatly, taking it in. after a few seconds, he broke away.
"This shouldn't be getting to me," he said. He walked back towards where he had tossed the badge, but didn't see it. It had landed within the bushes. "I mean, yeah, this is really bad. So I'm gonna be hunted by them for a long time, so what? I can deal with that. In fact..."
Staring straight at the direction that he had tossed his badge, Gardevoir's trainer had an idea.
"What are you thinking?" Gardevoir asked, trying to get him to understand at least that. She crept nearer to him.
"I can use my badge to our advantage," he said. He faced Gardevoir, and with a final gesture, said, "We can bring them down with this thing."
quickly, without another thought, her trainer bent down and reached into the bush, reaching towards where his badge was, and pulled. He was about to continue speaking when he heard a Pokémon cry.
Pulling back, still having a grip on the badge, he stopped and fell on the ground. He noticed the fur in the air, shiny from his pulling. Uh oh, he just pulled upon an animal.
And this wasn't any Pokémon. This was a Ninetales.
The Pokémon jumped from its sleeping near the bushes and right in front of Gardevoir's trainer. Immediately, Gardevoir stood guard in front of her trainer.
"Thank you Gardevoir," her trainer said, backing away and standing.
There was a menacing look in the Ninetales. Her gaze fell beyond Gardevoir and to her trainer.
The Ninetales growled for a moment, then seemed to dismiss it. She turned, ready to walk away.
"That's good," Gardevoir's trainer stated.
He walked back to the spot of his badge. He looked for it, but Gardevoir didn't stop looking at the Ninetales.
Yes, she had been walking away, but when her trainer stepped towards the bushes, Ninetales turned towards the trainer.
"NO! Move away from that spot!" the Ninetales warned.
Gardevoir's trainer only heard the normal Ninetales growls, but her growls were enough to keep him from reaching into the bushes. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but it was obvious she didn't want him snooping around her bushes.
She blocked the passage to the bushes, her stare back to a menace. "You don't want to see. You can't."
Even though Gardevoir and her trainer didn't know what the Ninetales said, they knew that she wanted them out, and fast.
"I am asking you to leave. Leave now, and I won't have to do something I will probably regret."
If only Gardevoir and her trainer knew what the Ninetales was saying. If only they knew. But they didn't have a clue, and thus, the words came out of Gardevoir's trainer's mouth. "Gardevoir, Psychic!"
Gardevoir, being who she was, did as she was told. She crossed her arms across her chest, and a purple X airwave came crashing at Ninetales.
It was a strong attack, and led to pushing Ninetales to the bushes with it's force.
Her trainer stepped forward with caution. He glimpsed the Ninetales, struggling a bit. Then, she rose and shook the waves of energy off of her.
"You...did you just force her to attack me?" the Ninetales said, not much in a question manner. "You boy...do you want to know what a Psychic is?!"
And with that, and a swift move of her tails, a purple glow emitted from all around the Ninetales' body. She shot her psychic at Gardevoir's trainer. Only Ninetales knew what the psychic beam was. It was a taste of her curse.
Before Ninetales could take any pleasure in her victory beam, Gardevoir did something heroic. She jumped in front of the beam, and protected her trainer. The beam hit her, forcing Gardevoir back and crashing into her trainer.
Gardevoir's trainer slipped back a couple of times as Gardevoir lost her balance. That was enough to push him over the steep edge of Four Island.
Her trainer slipped off, but in a last hope of survival, he grabbed a hold of one of the rocks.
In reality, the highest peak of Four Island wasn't that high. Sure, it was high enough for someone to die if they fell over it. But, let's say there was water below. If someone fell to the water, no matter how they fell, they would most likely survive, depending on their condition.
Luckily for Gardevoir's trainer, there in fact was water below. There was the opening to the Icefall cave, and near it, if jumped correctly, there was a lake. But how deep was it?
Yes, once in that predicament, Gardevoir's trainer's thoughts came to how he was going to get down. He was thinking how deep that lake was. Could he make it?
Looking back up, he tried to call to Gardevoir, but she wouldn't answer.
Up where Gardevoir was, she seemed to be frozen in place, eyes dulling. She was dying.
"You..." Ninetales began. She was confused. "Why did you protect your trainer?"
Gardevoir couldn't answer. Ninetales turned to see off the edge of the cliff. She looked down to see the trainer halfway down, climbing slowly.
"You down there," she called. The trainer looked up at her, worried that she might do something to him. "I need your help. If you want to save Gardevoir, then you must help me. Are you willing?"
the trainer just looked at the Ninetales, no expression in his face. Then, he pushed himself from the ledge, and with one scream, he fell straight to the water. After a few seconds, he climbed out and ran off towards the trees.
"He's running...after Gardevoir just saved him...why?" Ninetales wondered. She turned and faced Gardevoir. Gardevoir didn't have much time until her death. "Fine, he deserves it."
Gardevoir ran on all fours to the bushes and a bit deeper, ignoring Gardevoir and the badge on the floor completely. She reached a small gray orb, just enough to fit in her bite. She brought it back to the edge, and put it down. Then, she concentrated.
"This human shall be cursed...for the next one thousand years," her tails came up, and the orb lit up. "He shall be punished for leaving his partner behind. His curse is to live as a Pokémon, for the next one thousand years."
a bright light shot from the orb and straight into the woods. It hit it's mark directly. Ninetales knew it did. And she smiled.
She turned away as the orb turned to dust. She began to walk towards the Gardevoir, but felt something in the air. It was something that didn't quite match. She turned, and gazed upon the town.
"There is an incident..." she stated. Taking it all in, she turned to the Gardevoir and spoke to her. "I can save you alone, but you must follow a certain role. Once you complete this role, you may live again. This is important...it involves the survival of man."
Gardevoir could hear Ninetales, but couldn't say anything. There was that strong beam of Ninetales that kept her on the ground, unable to move.
There wasn't much else left to say. Ninetales concluded her speech.
"Your role is to save our world, Gardevoir."
Ah, writing this chapter made me remember writing the first chapter to Into the Minds. So refreshing. Those of you that have beaten the game probably know what just happened. Oh, and that yellow orb Teresa went in; if you've already passed the game, picture it as that orb your main character goes in at the end of the game. Or, when the credits come at least. Everything written here is based on what was said in the game. For example, in the game, Gardevoir said her trainer was a bad person, but she liked him anyways. So, I made her trainer part of a bad organization, that does bad things, and show it in a way that shows how Gardevoir still cares for her trainer.
Well, later everyone. Review if you can, I like reviews. XD