Part 4

"Amazing…" Émile stared at my herd. "They're beautiful!"

"Hehe… thank you." I smiled.

"So, do they have any names?" he asked, looking over at me.

"Usually I just call them by their P-numbers… but a few have names. Let's see… there's Night. He got his name because I saw that he had just been born and he was black. This is Crescent. I think you can see how he got his name, and this is Rosy. I don't know why I named her that, to be honest…" I pointed to them respectively. "The others I haven't thought of yet, so I just refer them to their P-numbers."

"That's a very interesting classification you have." He flashed a smile. He seemed to be observing again. "What's that up ahead?" He pointed.

"What?" I blinked. I looked into the distance and saw what looked like a predator. I took out my binoculars and looked through them. "It's a Beartic, run!"

"Wait, run?"

"Yes, run!" I shouted while I ran. He ran too and eventually caught up to me.

"What about the herd?" he asked while running beside me.

"They can take care of themselves." I smiled.

"Are you sure?" he probed, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes! I've been with them for more than ten years!" I argued.

"Okay." He nodded. "How far are we going to run?"

"I don't know," I replied, sighing. We eventually ran over a large hill. The next thing I knew, it felt like we were falling down a hole. We both screamed but I stopped because I knew it didn't help. I was knocked out, so I don't remember what happened…

"Ow…" I grunted, sitting up. "My backside hurts…"

"Ow, my arse hurts as well…" Émile groaned. "Ugh."

"Where are we?" I blinked. "What is this place?" I looked around.

It was lush, green, and beautiful with many vibrant flowers – colours such as yellow, blue, white, red, orange, purple and greenish-yellow. There were mountains surrounding the area casting a yellowish-gold haze on the rocks. The wind carried scents of honey, flowers, and other smells I didn't recognise. A few clouds loomed in the sky, fluffy as the cotton candy for sale in Nimbasa City. I could hear birds and the wind quaking the leaves, it sounded like a river.

"Émile…" I gasped. "I-I've never seen this place before…"

"This-this place is beautiful," he expressed, utterly impressed.

I stood up. "Come on, let's explore," I urged. "I'm curious."

"Okay." He smiled. I held out my hand, urging him to grab hold, so I could help him up. He grinned slightly, and grabbed hold of my hand and I helped him up. He brushed himself off. "Thanks."

"No problem." I nodded. I started to walk. He followed beside me. We walked for a while, without saying anything. I heard a strange noise, it sounded like a weird squawking.

"What was that?" Émile asked, searching.

"I don't know." I shrugged. I heard it again. I looked up to see not a normal Pokémon, but an Archeops ! It had a yellow body, its head was featherless with a red head and green crown, its feathers were blue and its wings had claws on them. Its tail resembled that of a rat's and ended with a blue-feathered tip. Around its tarsi (feet) were green feathers. "A-an-an A-A-Arch-ch-eops-s-s…," I faltered. "Oh. My. God." My jaw dropped.

It squawked again, looking down at me. "And just what are you?" it asked.

"I'm a human," I replied nervously.

"I've never seen your kind before."

"Makes sense," I responded.

"What's it saying?" Émile asked.

"It's saying that it's 'never seen our kind before'. Émile, I don't think you realise what kind of Pokémon this is! It's an Archeops! It's a prehistoric bird! It's only known from fossils!"

"Wait! What?" he retorted. His jaw dropped too.

"Quit talking and listen to me!" the Archeops snapped. "Please, I beg you, keep this place a secret!" it squawked. "If we're discovered, then who knows what might happen to us!"

"Yes. I will." I nodded respectfully. I told Émile what it had said and he agreed with me. "What's your name?"

"Call me Onyxwing." It was now a he, I could tell by the tone of his voice.

"Onyxwing… that's a beautiful name," I said, smiled. "How do we get out of here?"

"I don't know, actually…"

"That's okay." I turned to Émile. "Hey, would you like to stay here for a while? I mean, I'm not in any rush and I doubt Macy's looking for me. She's been busy lately, with her Dream World stuff."

"Dream World?"

"Hard to explain." I shrugged. "I'm tired Émile. How about we rest under this tree?"

"That's a good idea." He nodded, sighing. "I'm tired too," he complained. We both lied down underneath a large tree. I stared up at the leaves quaking in the wind. We were quiet for quite a while. A few more Archeops flew past, along with a few Archen scrambling past. They didn't seem to notice us and I didn't want to scare them off. I looked over at Émile. He appeared to be watching them as well.

"…Émile," I started. "Since there are Archen and Archeops here, I wonder if Tirtouga and Carracosta live here too."

"What do they look like?"

"Very ancient turtles, from about 75-65 million years ago," I replied. "I'm not good at describing, but I believe they look similar to what you call 'Squirtle, Wartortle and Blastoise'."

"Ah yes… I've seen them before, ya know."

"Yeah." I nodded. It made sense, since he was an INTERPOL officer.

"I'll be right back." He slowly stood up and walked off.

"Wait Émile…" I blushed. "If you have to go to the bathroom, be careful, you could damage this ecosystem."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." He grinned slightly and walked off. He appeared to be limping. I sat up and sighed.

"Macy would love to see this place…," I thought aloud. "This is her type of place." I paused to look around. "Wow…" I sighed while breathing in all of the scents. "I wish I could live here."

"Me too." Émile came back and sat down next to me.

The sun was starting to set, casting an orangey-yellow glow in the air and every object in the area. We admired it while saying nothing. This was the best day of my life.