Chapter 3
Route 210 had a very interesting shape. The half closer to Celestic Town was really a series of bridges. To the south was an offshoot of Mt. Cornent and to the north were high rolling hills. A river ran between those hills, dumping over a steep waterfall and into a small lake. The mist was caused by the high humidity and the naturally low temperature.
Navigating Route 210 was dangerous at best. A series of bridges connected various cliffs dug out from the mountain walls. Even on a clear day it was hard to find a safe path because the bridges were rotten from the fog. It was only Gible's loud warning cry that kept me from running off the edge. We began moving along the edge, making sure not fall over the edge. It wasn't long before we came to the first of the rotten bridges. That's when we heard the sound.
It was high, like a bird chirp. After a couple chirps, I realized it was the cry of a Swablu. I knew I couldn't let a Swablu be in danger, because they were one of my favorite Pokemon. Without a thought for my own safety, i charged out across the bridge.
The Swablu was about halfway down the bridge, where the bridge dipped down. One of it's little feet was caught in the rope. It looked like it had been stuck there for a long time because its cotton wings had absorbed lots of mist and were now very heavy.
"Oh you poor thing!" I immediately bent down and started fiddling with the rope. I had always been good with knots, and had Swablu out before she could complain. Even so, that didn't fix the problem of the wings. However, there was an all around cure for these things, and I had brought several with me. "Pokeball go!" I yelled, throwing the red and white sphere.
The ball made contact, and Swablu dissolved into a red light that was sucked into the ball. It began to rock back and forth, the little button on the side glowing. Suddenly, it stopped, and the ball was still. I picked up the ball containing my new friend, and pumped my fist in the air.
"Yes! Look Gible, we have a new friend to come with us. Swablu!"
"Gib, Gible!" He said in congratulations.
I spent the rest of the morning and the first part of the afternoon navigating the treacherous drops and perilous bridges. We had only stopped for a quick lunch and for me to catch a Scyther and Machop. The next time a stopped, it was because of a challenger.
"New kid, huh. Well, it'll be my pleasure to be in your first battle." He seemed nice, at least for someone nearly lost in the fog. "Luxio, go!" Since I hadn't seem one before, I took a quick look in my Pokedex.
"Luxio, the Spark Pokemon. They live in small groups and rest their claws on each other to communicate. However, I so lye scratch can cause fainting."
"Alright, a Luxio is electric. That means I need a Ground type. Gible!" Gible ran up to my side. "Your up."
The match began. My opponent didn't seem to worried about the fact that his electric attacks wouldn't work, and he started off with a Bite. Once Gible had shaken itself free, I started my own strategy. "Gible, use sandstorm!" Gible focused, and dust and sand immediately started lifting off the ground. A swirling vortex formed around Luxio. I knew it wouldn't last long in this mist, so I had to act quickly. "Gible, use Dragon Rage." Gible let out an amazing cry that seemed to echo off the cliff walls. A huge ball o swirling energy appeared in its mouth and was shot directly at the center of the sandstorm. A sharp cry told me it had made it's mark. The sandstorm died down, enough for me to see Luxio stumble over in exhaustion.
"Luxio, return. Amazing, so young, and yet you are already so strong. What is your name?"
"Cynthia," I said, shaking his outstretched hand. "What's yours?"
"Volkner."