Author's Note: Just a quick update to this chapter, it's been bothering me for a long time XD

"This is a mystery dungeon, Leon. Didn't you know this?"

Cinder stared the Totodile down, angered by his discovery.

Leon freaked out, frantically looking around, unsure of what to say. "How'd you—"

"The plants did not look like they should. They seemed sick, maybe even dead, and the grass didn't even seem to move." Cinder kept glaring at Leon. "I was trained for this sort of thing. This is a mystery dungeon."

Leon looked down, whether it was by guilt or by despair, Cinder couldn't tell.

Cinder continued. "Take me to Evergreen Ridge. This place is too dangerous to stay."

Leon erupted with anger. "Don't make fun of my home!"

Cinder looked with shock at Leon, startled by the outburst of anger.

Seeing Cinder's reaction, Leon quickly gathered himself back together, and walked on. "Anyways, my home is just right here." Leon tried to bring his smile back, but Cinder noticed Leon's struggles with keeping that façade up.

Leon's Den

"We're here!" Cinder was amazed: Leon was able to quickly locate his home, in a mystery dungeon. A mystery dungeon, of all places.

Cinder looked around. The only things of note were a small stone partially buried in the ground and a picture frame. Something that seemed odd to leave in a mystery dungeon.

"This is your home?"

Leon nodded. He ran up to the items on the floor, and to Cinder's surprise, started to talk to them.

"Hey, mom, dad, guess what? I brought a friend. I'm letting him stay here for the night. Is that alright?" Cinder looked with concern: is his savior… insane?

Leon continued his conversation with his inanimate objects. "Really? Thanks!" Leon leaped into the air with a smile on his face.

What should I do? Cinder's mind was conflicted. It would be in my best interest to leave, but… Cinder continued to look at the joyous Totodile. I don't want to hurt him. Cinder stood there, motionless, his breathing indicating his fear. I've got to do it.

"Ahem." Cinder cleared his throat as he walked towards Leon. "Look, Leon, I have something to tell—"

Suddenly, Cinder looked down at the picture in the frame. There was an image. A Tyranitar, standing in front of something that seemed familiar. Very familiar. The colors behind the Tyranitar in the picture seemed to bend in a circular shape, lined up together in a particular order. There was a small violet arc on the inside, and a large red arc on the outer edge of the shape. And there were more than one. There were two, quite possibly three, no wait, FOUR. Four colorful arcs, in the skies behind the Tyranitar, one noticeably bigger than the other three. Cinder was amazed by the picture, as he stared at the frame. I… feel like I've seen this before… But where?

Leon looked at Cinder, who was marveling at his picture frame. He smiled.

"Hey, Cinder, don't stare at dad like that."

Cinder turned back to Leon, who chuckled. He must think this picture is his dad… Maybe this Tyranitar was his dad…

Cinder then paid attention to the stone embedded into the ground. There were strange markings on the stone, unreadable markings, but Cinder was able to gather the evidence that this must be Leon's mom. Most likely a grave. And the stone, a gravestone.

Cinder stopped himself from getting distracted even more, and continued to speak. "Listen, Leon." Leon turned back to the Cyndaquil, still with the big grin he wore before. "I appreciate the offer to stay here, but I think I might be better off in that inn you mentioned earlier…"

Leon just stared blankly at Cinder, his eyes showing signs of crying. The Totodile's head then bobbed downward. "I understand…"

Leon brokenheartedly took Cinder to the exit of his house. "I guess this is it… Goodbye, Cinder…"

Cinder almost started towards the exit of the dungeon, but looked back to Leon. He saw tears coming down from the Totodile's eyes, and instantly felt guilty. Cinder turned back to Leon, trying to find words to tell the crying Pokemon.

"Hey, Leon…" Leon looked up to the Cyndaquil's head. "If it's okay with you… Maybe you should take me to Evergreen Ridge." Cinder looked back into Leon's den, where the two items were still laying. "I wouldn't want to separate you from your… parents… but I don't really know the way, so…"

Leon's joy suddenly had a jump start. Leon ran back inside, muttered something to his "parents", and then came back in a hurry. "Let's go!"

Leon took the lead, showing Cinder the way through the cursed forest, into the city. "This place is only three floors, so it won't take long to get to Evergreen Ridge, Cinder." Leon smiled back at the Cyndaquil, who was surprised; he didn't expect the Totodile to instantly forgive him, not this easily.

As Leon led him through the floor, Cinder took himself deep into his own mind. What's going to happen next? I'm still not going back. Not now, when I already came so far from home. All I can do now is trust in this Totodile… But he doesn't seem like most Pokemon I've seen before…

Sinister Woods, Floor 2

Leon led Cinder through the mystery dungeon, completely aware of what was where. Leon knew where the berry trees were, where some of the wild Pokemons' homes were, and even where the stairs were. It was like he doesn't even notice the nature of a mystery dungeon. The crucial fact that always gets explorers lost, and cause rescuers great panic. The fact that mystery dungeons change their layout every single day.

Cinder was being self-conscious around Leon. He didn't fully trust the crocodile. And he didn't know why. Why do I feel like I'm in constant danger around Leon?

At that moment, a Rattata scurried down the path. Both Pokemon caught sight at the same time. Cinder dismissed it as harmless and wanted to continue down their path. But Leon suddenly nabbed Cinder and pulled him into the bushes.

"What're you—"

"Shh! It'll hear you!"

"What?" Cinder poked his head outside the bushes. He finally noticed the Rattata, which stopped to investigate the sudden movement it had just witnessed in front of its eyes.

"Wait here, okay?" Leon left Cinder alone in the bushes, and crawled over to a spot where he knew he wouldn't be seen.

Is Leon trying to sneak past the Rattata? No, then he would've told me to go with him. Cinder's face suddenly grew a frown. By the way, why am I just sitting here? I can handle myself just fine. Leon can't tell me what to do.

But as Cinder started to get up, he noticed Leon sneaking up to the unknowing purple rat. The Totodile's eyes seemed grim and dark, like he was—and that's when it hit Cinder.

Before Cinder could react, Leon scooped up the Rattata into his jaws, and squeezed the life out of the small rodent. Blood dripped out of Leon's mouth, and Cinder could hear the loud noise of the rat's screams, its plea for help. But it was too late. Cinder heard a bone snap, and the Rattata's limbs, which were struggling before, fell, like the energy had just been exhausted from its body. Its blood splattered in many directions like a broken glass. It stained the forest floor like a sudden storm of crimson, leaving Cinder horrified. Leon eased his jaw, dropping the dead rat on the ground, motionless, not even making a sound.

"Well, what're you just standing there for?" Leon looked at Cinder, who couldn't move, or even speak at the moment. "Aren't you going to eat?"

Cinder came out of the bushes, afraid of what Leon would do if he didn't comply with his demands. He shook where he stood, unable to pull his gaze from the mess in front of him.

Then tears started streaming down from his eyes. They rained down, almost a futile attempt to mask the impurity of crimson.

"Why?!" Cinder snapped at the Totodile. "Why did you have to do THAT?! It didn't do any harm!"

Cinder glared into Leon's eyes, confused, scared, angry.

"How could you just do that?!"

"I was hungry!" Leon retorted. He soaked the corpse in water, washing away its blood.

Cinder took a step further, minding the stains in the dirt. "Hungry, smungry! I haven't eaten, either! But you don't see me just attacking random rats out of nowhere!"

Leon was very confused. But then his face turned stern. He mumbled something under his breath, too softly for Cinder to hear.

"What did you just say?!" Cinder was furious that Leon was keeping to himself. "Look, I swear to Arceus, that if you don't tell me what you just said, then—"

"This is what I get for trusting a stupid civ." Leon said it out loud, for Cinder to hear. Leon stared down the crying Cyndaquil, angered, serious. Droplets also fell down his face.

"What?" Cinder's face turned from one of distress to one of confusion. "What do you mean, a 'civ'?"

"YOU!" Leon stomped his foot. "You, and your people! You all think alike!"

Cinder stomped his foot, trying to show that he was just as strong as Leon. "What do you mean, 'CIV'?"

"Civ. Civil. As in, civilized Pokemon."

Cinder stepped away from Leon, confused by the words that spouted out from the Totodile's mouth. Civ? What does he mean by—

Then the pieces clicked together. Ugh, I'm so stupid. How did I not see this before? He lives in a FUCKING mystery dungeon, for crying out loud!

Cinder face palmed. "You mean to say that you are a feral? But ferals aren't able to communicate at ALL! All they can do is cry, and fight!"

Leon shook his head, in disbelief. "Not feral, civ. Wild." Leon said these words with major urgency. "Wild."

Cinder scratched his head. "What's the difference?"

"'What's the difference?' WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?!" Leon was stomping mad now. Cinder didn't mean for things to go this far, especially over a small rat.

"The difference is that we Wild Pokemon are prideful, and unlike those MONSTER FERALS, WE actually have intelligence! We are Pokemon, just like you civs! We talk, we feel, we play, we eat!"

Leon's rage seemed to have subsided a bit, and he continued, with his face staring at the ground. "Yet, you stupid civs manage to confuse us with THEM and hunt US down. We never did anything wrong! We only want to live!"

A waterfall of tears rained down from the Totodile's eyes. He tried so hard to hold it in, but he was unable to stop the tears from leaking out.

Leon dropped to the ground, picked up the dead corpse, and started eating it. In between bites, he tried to yell more to Cinder, but couldn't find the heart to continue. "We may hunt to survive… But we're still Pokemon too… We may live in mystery dungeons… or maybe just outside of your cities… but we… we…" Leon was unable to continue, as he had to use his energy to keep from bursting his cries out.

Cinder took a seat next to Leon. The Cyndaquil patted the blue croc on the back. "I'm… sorry." The words felt strange in his mouth and insincere in his ears.

Leon stopped sniffling, hearing Cinder's attempt at comfort.

"I'm… sorry, Leon. I didn't mean to—"

Leon stopped him mid-sentence and wrapped his arms around Cinder. Though he was a fire type, Cinder didn't mind having water pour down his back.

After they finished their little episode, they let go of each other. Surprisingly, the feral Pokemon didn't seem to have wanted to bother them, whether it be the rat skeleton on the floor, or the fear that Leon must have instilled into the forest's Pokemon over the years. Sitting back-to-back, both Pokemon couldn't help but see the crimson floor.

"I forgive you." Those words soothed Cinder's mind. "I'm sorry, I just… I wasn't thinking. I guess you can say… I'm a little jealous…"

Cinder turned to Leon. "Jealous? Of me? Why?"

"You civs have the most amazing lives." Leon got up, his eyes sparking with wonder again. "I heard from my mom that you civs would team up and combat the forces of evil!" Leon's eyes seemed to have a fire burning within them. "I heard tales of, of Pokemon saving others from hot magma, and, and, and even fighting the legends!" Leon's head turned to the skies, which were barely visible. "How I would give to be graced with that opportunity."

But Leon's expression suddenly became grim. "But sadly, we Wilds aren't welcome in society."

"You must be talking about rescue teams," Cinder concluded. "Have you ever tried?"

Leon turned his head to Cinder, almost coming back to tears. "Of course! But the civs in Evergreen Ridge don't have a rescue team!" Leon looked at the skeleton laying right in front of him. "Besides, no one there even accepted me, even when I was with dad…"

"Well, what was your dad like? Was he that Tyranitar in the picture?"

"Of course! Who else would I be proud of to call my dad?" Leon, his eyes coming out of despair, looked back up to the skies. "My dad, he said he was the most famous explorer to live on the planet! His name, Cage the Tyranitar, would strike fear in his enemies, and none would ever dare underestimate his power. Every single enemy dad faced, he told me, he had single-handedly taken down, without any trouble or anything!" Leon paused for a second. "I really miss him…"

Cinder has heard of Cage the Tyranitar. Otherwise known as Cage the Tank. He was as best as they come, and even was part of the highest ranked rescue team to have existed, Team Quakers.

But before Cinder could remember the history lesson even more, Leon continued with his story. "He told me that he would come back one day, and he never did. He left me and mom, all alone. No one wanted us in the city. My mom was wild, you see. We would endure the abuse given to us by the neighbors, the same neighbors that praised dad, for days, and months, but he never came back. Mom thought he abandoned us, but I know that's not true. But then, years went by, mom died, and now…" He refused to continue, the pain too unbearable for him.

Cinder thought that he should shed some light on the young Totodile, but he ultimately decided not to. He didn't want to tell Leon, who trusted his dad, who believed in his dad, with all of his heart, that Cage died. In a forest fire. In the Great Safari.

Even if it's hiding the truth from him, Cinder thought, I'm not telling him. Not when he's so vulnerable right now. Not when his world may seem to be crashing down on him.

Leon got back up suddenly, shocking Cinder. "Let's keep moving. The city's not that far away." Leon picked Cinder up to his feet, and took the lead. "…Thanks."

Cinder took a good long look at Leon's face. It was one with determination. One with courage. One with hope.

Sinister Woods, Floor 3

Leon and Cinder continued to tread along the trail through the forest. This is it, the last floor. After this, we'll probably have to say goodbye, but… I don't want to…

"Hey, Cinder."

Cinder was startled by Leon's voice. He had not been expecting any words to come after what he just witnessed.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"…Sure."

"…Now, you've said that you have been trained for this kind of thing. What did you mean by that?"

Cinder was surprised. He didn't realize that he ever said that. And he didn't realize that Leon heard that, let alone remembered that. "Well…"

Cinder had troubles finding the right words to explain to Leon. The Totodile most likely had no understanding of how "civs" lived, what they do.

"See, back at my hometown, there's this…this facility. It's called school."

"School?" Leon pondered the word. "I'm sure I remember what that is. A place to… learn stuff?"

"Right. My school had this program to teach kids to become rescuers." Cinder kicked a pebble and watched it loop behind a tree ahead. "Though, we've seen mystery dungeons, we never really got a chance to be IN one."

"So… You were part of this program, and that's how you learned about mystery dungeons?"

Cinder nodded. "And many other things, such as combat, item usage, and even strange phenomena, such as the time and space distortions in mystery dungeons, and the 'wind'."

"Wind?" Leon was confused. He stuck a finger into his mouth, and held it up. He was probably thinking about how harmless the wind was in this climate, where the winds didn't blow vigorously.

"Yes. Wind. You see, if an explorer stays in a dungeon for too long, they will start to hear a stirring." Cinder blew into Leon's ear to imitate the sound. "After that, the winds will seem to increase in pressure, and the next thing you know, you're out of the dungeon. Not only that, but you will have lost EVERYTHING. I mean it. Sometimes, team mates can be lost, meaning other teams will have to go rescue that Pokemon, and your items may vanish, too. Scattered all around the floors of the very dungeon that pushed you out."

Leon seemed intrigued. "Really? That's… never happened to me…"

"Well, maybe it's because the dungeon recognizes you as a resident here, so it didn't bother to kick you out."

Leon looked at the Cyndaquil in disbelief. "Maybe." Leon silently snickered to himself, making sure that Cinder didn't hear.

Cinder could tell that Leon thought that he wasn't being serious. It's natural for Leon to think that way, Cinder thought. He has been living here all of his life.

The pair continued to walk through the dark woods, when all of a sudden, Cinder was stopped by Leon.

"Wait…" Leon sniffed the air. "Something feels odd here…"

Leon stepped forward slowly, cautiously, leaving Cinder hopelessly confused. What was wrong? Looks just the same as any other place in this forest.

Leon, far ahead of Cinder, turned back to the Cyndaquil, and with his mouth opened wide, attempted to scream. "Cinder, RUN!"

Cinder, in a panic, trusted Leon and darted forward. He didn't realize it at the time, but a pair of blades had almost cut Cinder into pieces. Thanks to Leon, Cinder was still alive. And in one piece.

Cinder turned to face his attacker, a green bug, over twice of Cinder's height, stood, its blades sharpened for the kill, its face expressionless, and its mouth dripping with saliva.

Cinder instantly recognized the Pokemon. Scyther.

Leon panicked and ran towards Cinder. "Quick, Cinder, get away!"

The Scyther slashed its blades, but Cinder was able to narrowly evade its swings. One false mistake, and my head would be gone.

Leon charged towards the two combating Pokemon, in hopes of getting Cinder out of this mess, but sadly was unable to get there before Cinder tripped and the Scyther stood, towering the fallen Pokemon, brandishing its blade to attack.

Leon tripped face first to the ground. He leapt back up in a hurry, stumbling around, only concerned for Cinder's safety. "Cinder, you're a fire type! Use your fire!"

Cinder glared at Leon, scared. "What? Are you mad?" There was a look on Cinder's face that Leon has never seen on him before. It was fear. Genuine fear.

"Do it! Or do you want to be part of the food chain?" Leon still tried to hurry over to his friend's side, but felt that he couldn't go the distance in time.

Cinder took a deep breath in. The fire is nothing to fear, Cinder. Nothing to fear.

Then it happened. Cinder's flames exploded from his back. Both the Scyther and Leon were amazed at the sight: black fire. Something that no one has ever seen before, and no one thought to be possible. The sight stopped them at their tracks, unable to move.

Cinder quivered in fear, yet stood up to face the Scyther. "A-are you r-ready?"

Cinder inhaled very deeply. The Scyther, broken out of its daze, tried to make a move to take Cinder down before anything could happen, but it was too late. Cinder built up his inner fire, the flames gathering up in his throat, singing his neck. Cinder felt the relief come to him as he breathed out, the flames coming out with the dispelled air. The black flames engulfed the Scyther, and, due to the natural weakness of fire it possessed, fell to the ground, its body helplessly burning. The Scyther got up in a haste and ran away from the Cyndaquil, trying to use its wings to fan out the flames.

Leon ran towards Cinder, ready to hug him. "You did it!" But Leon halted after seeing Cinder's face. It still held fear inside of that look.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Cinder bunkered down, almost ready to break down. "MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP!"

Leon was very confused. Make what stop? What's bothering Cinder? Then Leon recognized it. The reason the Cyndaquil is so full of fear. The fire.

"Okay, Cinder, calm down. Just let me handle it." Leon focused his energy into his throat. Droplets of water were flowing from his lungs, collecting themselves in the back of his throat, and eventually enough rose to fully be able to expel from the body. He forced the water to rise from his throat, and out of his mouth, carefully aiming the liquid in the direction of Cinder's black flames.

Unflinching, Cinder covered his head, clenched his teeth in pain, as the blast made impact with his back.

There. Leon had put the flames out.

Cinder looked at his back, and was relieved that the fire was gone. "Thanks, Leon."

Leon shook his head. "You don't have to thank me."

Leon helped Cinder up, and looked ahead. There's the exit. They were almost out of the dungeon. Yet, a part of them wished that they could stay together a bit longer.

As the pair walked down the path to the exit, Leon stopped Cinder.

"What, Leon?"

"What happened back there?"

"Well…" Cinder took some time, trying to find a topic to quickly deter the conversation from the deep, dark secrets he held. "Flamethrower is a pretty hard move for a Pokemon to master, especially someone my age, but I can—"

"No, not that." Leon looked to Cinder's back, extending a finger to gesture. "That."

Cinder was confused at first, then a look of terror rose into his face. He had let Leon see, didn't he?

"Please, Leon, please, don't tell anyone!" Cinder leapt to Leon's feet and begged. "Please! I promised I wouldn't show anyone!"

Leon was confused. "What? I know fears are not to be taken lightly, so you don't have to stoop to begging, Cinder." Leon smiled.

Cinder looked up. Did he not notice? Did he not notice the—

"By the way, that black flame you have is really cool. Very different from what I've seen… or heard about." A smug smile appeared on Leon's face and he chuckled a bit.

The color drained from Cinder. He knows. Oh Arceus, he knows.

"But don't worry. I won't tell anyone your fire is black. Okay?"

Wait. Did he not… No, he noticed, but he thought the wrong thing… My flames… they aren't always black, like he just said… He doesn't know! My secret is still safe!

"I mean, it's weird," he continued. "But I won't tell. Cross my heart!" He made an X with a finger over his chest.

Cinder smiled a bit, and got up. "Um… Thanks, Leon." Cinder realized that he was thanking him for the wrong reasons, but knew that if he didn't, then he might hurt the Pokemon, or worse, may it harder for himself.

"No problem! Now, we're almost there!" Leon led Cinder to the exit. Cinder can see the sun clearly from his position. It was setting.

I guess time does work differently in dungeons. I don't remember being in here for that long, he thought.

Evergreen Ridge, Southeastern Outskirts

"Here it is…" Leon seemed disgusted by being near the city. The pair had ended up on top of a cliff overlooking the city. Cinder stepped to the edge of the cliff.

Cinder was amazed at the sight. The city was filled with luscious evergreen trees lining the streets, decorating the squares and neighborhoods. The streets, though quiet, emitted a bright light that enchanted the areas around it. The homes, though not too large, seemed luxurious, and very skillfully crafted.

And best of all, there was a giant tree in the middle. A tree that, for some reason, was just a bit to the right so that Cinder could enjoy the sunset laid out in front of him. The orange hue of the setting sun always gave Cinder peace, for some reason. Maybe it's because he's a Fire type? Maybe it's because the sun's a huge ball of fire that's going away for the day. Who knows? Either way, the view was breathtaking.

Leon tapped Cinder on the shoulder, catching the Cyndaquil's attention.

"I see that you have taken an interest in this town," Leon said, with a hint of disgust. But Cinder couldn't blame him: Leon did live in this city but his neighbors did kind of force him out.

"It's marvelous." That's it? That's all I have to say? What's wrong with me today?

"I guess, if you're into that kind of crap…" Leon turned away from the sunset, with obvious disdain. Cinder wondered if it was because of the city, or because Leon himself did not enjoy sunsets.

When Cinder turned to thank Leon for his help, he noticed the Totodile playing around with his fingers. "What is it, Leon?"

Leon was shocked. He didn't see Cinder looking at him. "Oh, um… Well, I, uh, was, kind of, you know, hoping that…" Cinder could tell Leon had troubles stringing his words together. He didn't notice it before, but Leon had been sort of awkward with words at the beginning. Maybe this sort of thing happens when Leon's nervous?

"Get it together, Leon!" Leon smacked himself on the head, trying to reorganize his thoughts. "So… Um… Cinder, uh, you remember how I, uh, said that there was no rescue team here? And I asked you about the, uh, school thing?"

Cinder nodded his head, almost immediately figuring out what Leon was going to asked him: Will you make a rescue team with me?

What should I do? Should I say yes? Well, I don't have anywhere particular to go… and besides… Cinder looked up to Leon, who was still stumbling over his words. I feel like… I could trust him… Somehow, he just feels… familiar…

"Yeah, so, I was kinda hoping, that, maybe, just maybe, you would like to…"

Cinder looked back to the sunset. "Sorry. I'm not sure if it's a good idea."

Leon again had that depressed look on his face. "Figures…"

"But…" Cinder continued. He stuck a hand out to Leon as the crocodile turned away from the forest. "I guess it won't hurt to try."

Leon, unable to understand what exactly just happened, quickly grabbed the hand. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea what this means to me!" Leon was shaking Cinder's hand so violently, Cinder was shaking himself.

"Yeah, great, Leon." His voice vibrated as he shook. "You're welcome."

Leon immediately let go of the hand, seeing what he was doing. "Sorry."

Reorienting himself, Cinder replied, "No problem."

Leon was ecstatic. He had no idea what to do with his surplus of energy. "I'm gonna go grab my things! Please, wait here!"

Leon bolted back into the forest, and came back only moments later. He had grabbed his "parents", along with some other goods that Cinder seemed to have missed during his visit, such as a small, pink scarf, a long, blue scarf, and a vibrant, golden bow. He also brought some Oran and Pecha berries, and even a couple of Apples.

Wow, first, the dungeon made the day seem shorter, but now, since Leon came back in almost an instant, it seems the dungeon made the day feel longer inside! Mystery dungeons are wondrous.

"Sorry it took so long! Had to find something to carry these."

Cinder was amazed at the amount of supplies Leon had in his home. And even more amazed at the bag Leon held. It had the insignia of the legendary Team Quakers, the earth rippling in half with a fierce, thunderbolt-like crack. Cinder figured that this was Leon's last memento of his father.

"So? Let's go! First to the inn, to get some rest—" Leon's stomach growled violently. "And some food…" he chuckled, "then to the house shop, then… Uh…" Leon stopped talking, and a thought occurred in his head. "Where do we sign up?"

Cinder was shocked. He had not thought of that. Cinder looked back at the town, the sunset almost gone. He scanned the buildings for anything, anything, that seemed like they'd have signup sheets for new rescue teams, but the only place he could think of is. "The Pelipper Post Office."

Leon looked at Cinder. "Pelipper… Post Office? What's that?"

"Um… just think of it as a way to send and get letters. Sometimes they handle big things, but usually something major is sent by a reliable friend or rescuer."

Leon nodded. "So first thing tomorrow, we go to the… whatchamacallit. And go from there?"

"That seems to be the course of action." Cinder was not excited for this. Especially since what happened just days before… But Cinder decided to not pay that any mind.

"So, anyways, Cinder…" Leon grabbed Cinder's attention away from his thoughts. "We should go to the inn. It probably isn't full, but it is getting late." Leon yawned. "And I'm tired."

"Of course, sorry, just… remembering something…"

Cinder started to walk down the gentle side of the cliff, and Leon quickly followed. Just what is that Cyndaquil hiding? I guess I'm gonna have to figure it out myself.