Vesna was not at all pleased with how her day had begun. She had gotten into an argument with her grandmother over the silliest thing: the legends of Sinnoh and Vesna's belief in them.

She didn't at all believe that such creatures controlled the very essence of time and space, or the balance of the world. She didn't know what to think. The only thing she was sure of was that she was utterly tired of having hear the stories of old several times a day, the same way they were told the first time.

So, she left Celestic Town for a while to get a breather from the religious air of it all. She headed towards Route 210, which was normally a very foggy and dreary place to head to, but today, the weather was fine and thankfully hadn't condensed into thick, hazy air from last night's heavy rain. Small puddles had formed in deeper parts of the land and the air was surprisingly cold for the time of year. It was spring, nearing summer.

She neared the bridge that hovered across the chasm to the other side. She'd always had fears of the bridge that it'd collapse beneath her and send her into the water below, despite the fact that she had crossed the bridge several times in her life.

Slowly, Vesna set foot on the first board of the bridge. Her fear had settled, forcing her to wriggle and shake as she attempted to pass along the next few boards. She ignored the soft roar of the waterfall at the side and a splashing of water beneath her and continued on until she reached the end of the bridge.

Vesna released a heavy sigh of relief and hunched forwards with her hands rested upon her knees. She looked back to the bridge momentarily, the shrugged and stood up straight. She was calm now and took her reprieve to look at what was ahead of her. The air truly was clear today and she was able to see the dull and dreary chasm for once. She was surprised to see that no one was trekking about. Usually trainers walked in the fog, which was unfathomable. How could they want to walk in the fog, but be absent when the air was clear?

Such a conundrum didn't plague her mind very long, but it was better than thinking of her and her grandmother's argument.

Now that she was across the bridge, away from Celestic Town, she had no idea where she wanted to go next. She only wanted to get as far away as possible from the tales and legends and other nonsense these elders would continuously press on.

Vesna had begun to round about the rocky structure ahead of her, but the faint sound of whirring quickly caught her attention. She turned and turned, but she couldn't see whatever may have been the cause of the noise.

But, it wasn't until she walked back over to the bridge that she found her answer, sitting in a patch of grass below her. A boy was down there, fishing. His hair was dirty blonde, and he wore a blue shirt with various white designs on the sleeves and large baggy camouflage-patterned cargo pants. Apparently, his rod made rusty whirrs when the line was recalled.

She wasn't feeling very social at the moment, but the boy seemed somewhat bummed out, possibly from the lack of active fish in the water.

"Hey, you!" She said to him. He was quick to look up to her and only responded with a short wave, but he returned to doing what he was doing. Vesna sat in silence, watching him.

Over and over, he heaved his bait into the water, only to end up sitting with a disappointed look on his face before reeling the line back in. This continued for quite a while until he finally whipped his head up to her direction.

"Will you please go away?!" He shouted at her. Vesna was taken aback by this and her eyebrows furrowed as she replied just as curtly.

"Me? What did I do to you?"

"You're bothering me," he said as he turned back to the water. "Go coordinate or plant flowers. What ever you dumb girls like to do."

Vesna stood up and balled her hands into fists. "Well, fine then! It's not like you're any good at fishing anyways!"

She stomped her foot down, but as soon as she did, she lost her balance and fell down the steep cliffside. A shrill cry escaped her as she tumbled down, and eventually she plunged into the water below her. The water was deep, thankfully, so the landing hadn't hurt her very much.

Vesna surfaced and was welcomed with a howl of laughter.

"Oh man!" Said the boy. "You should've seen yourself!"

Vesna kicked towards him, scowling all the while. "You jerk," she yelled as she neared land. "You're gonna get it now!"

Just as she was getting closer, a dark essence pooled before her. The water became still and tranquil, even when she moved. The two stood in silence and awe, watching the darkness grow. Eventually, Vesna swam back as it expanded. Apprehension rose within the both of them, then, suddenly, the darkness spiraled wildly. Vesna looked to the boy, who was looking to her in turn.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Come help me!"

The boy was quick to step into the water and bounded towards Vesna, but he found himself being blocked by the dark spiral. He heaved up his fishing pole, then held it out for her to grab. Fortunately, she was able to get a hold of it, but when she leaned forward, she was quickly dragged into the darkness with the pole in hand.

The boy was not aspiring to lose his rod, so he held on tightly to it and was pulled into the dark abyss as well.

They were twisted and turned within the vortex, the both of them screaming and crying in terror. They were positive that an eerie cry was being yelled through out the duration of their time there, echoing over and over and even wailing into a soft, and sad song.

And when it was all done, the sight they saw was one they'd never imagined.