"Whoa, falling, falling!"

I look up to see a whimsicott flying through the air. I always found them funny. They would ride the winds, occasionally pulling pranks on the pokemon in the area. I would wake up more than once to find a whimsicott hiding in my antlers.

Something was wrong. It was riding on the wind, like it should, but it kept dropping down a bit at a time. It seemed to be desperately trying to stay up. It wasn't succeeding. With one more small lift, it lost control and fell.

Lucky for it, it was falling directly at me. Unfortunately, it was falling rather fast, and ran headfirst into my side. We both fell sideways and slid down the mountain peak. I managed to stop us before we made it to the forest part of the mountain.

I sat there, breathing deeply. The whimsicott had gotten up and started to scream at the air. "I can't believe this! I am one of the best flyers ever! How dare you drop me out of the sky!"

"I may be wrong, but I don't think it was the air's fault," I said, slowly standing up. I did a quick check of my body. Good, nothing broken, not even a cut.

The whimsicott turned to me. "Of course it's the wind's fault. I'm too good of a flyer." She finally seemed to focus on me, and her eyes widened. "Wow, you're a sawsbuck, but your still in your winter form!" Next thing I knew, she was crawling all over me, asking a million questions. "How come you didn't change form? Is this a new thing for sawsbuck? You aren't sick, are you? Is there something wrong with the seasons?"

Taking advantage of her dangling from my horns, I jerked my head downward, throwing her off. "I have some questions for you, why did you fall out of the sky?"

She got up. "That's what I'm wondering. It's a natural ability for us to fly on the wind. I can't figure out why it failed." She seemed lost in thought, then seemed to get an idea. "Wait a minute, isn't it a natural ability for you to change forms?" I nodded. "Then what if the natural abilities of other pokemon are failing as well?" I nodded again. It was possible.

She hopped in front of me and held out her hand. "I'm Lilac, who are you?"

I looked at her, then started to walk towards the forest lower down the mountain. "Mark. Now, why don't you run along? I'll let the leader of the forest know about your suspicions."

She was clinging to my antlers in a matter of moments. "Oh no you don't. If this affects us, we are going to solve it ourselves."

"Are you crazy? We don't even know where to start."

She smiled, getting in my face. "I do. There is a gothitelle in a city not far from here. She is the best star reader ever. If anyone knew where to look, it would be her."

I shook my head. "No. I'm no good at fighting. If we went on this adventure, and were attacked, we would surely lose."

"Come on, please?" She said. I shook my head. She scowled and started to scream please at the top of her lungs. This was loud enough to make some pidove exit the forest.

I couldn't help it. "Alright, I'll help you! Just stop screaming!"

She smiled evilly. "I thought so. Now, let's get going!"