Chapter 7 "Thief of light"
"I don't really get how it's supposed to work," I said to the walking next to me, absol. Half of her plan seemed irrational, impossible to succeed and another half I didn't understand, but probably it wasn't easy either.
"What part of it don't you understand? It is easy! All you have to do is walk there, take one thing and carry it back!" said Agaar, and her irritation rose when I again had some doubts.
"I just don't get how I am supposed to walk into a place which, as you said, nobody has left alive!"
"You are a grass-type like them, they won't attack you and even if they do, you can do the same thing you did earlier," she explained, but this explanation didn't convince me.
"Why won't they attack me? Being the same type doesn't mean that they would welcome me, offering the best sunny spot with a touchy lake." I would think that I hear something so naive from her.
"Why do you think that they are intelligent?" she asked, changing to a less offensive voice. It almost sounded sweet, almost, but I still knew that it was hers.
"Because you are, I am, and I guess that most pokemon are, maybe only the smallest are not," I said and saw that she smiled when I said 'I am' but I left it without a comment.
"Eeveelutions are actually one of the smallest," she said, and smiled even wider when she saw my ears flattered in opposite directions. It was a sign of annoyance, but I wasn't expecting her to know that, absols didn't have movable ears. "But if it comes to grass-types, they are stupid like a log to which they are similar. The more similar they look to a plant, the more stupid they are. But how different could they be if all they have to do to live is lie in the sun? They won't see that you are new here."
"How did you learn that?" I asked.
"I am guessing, discussion over, we arrived." The place we arrived was where the forest became really thick, it was like a high wall of greenery covering a place where grass-types had to have their nest.
"So just as we planned, you go look around, return, guide me safely inside and repeat until we find 'it'" she reminded. Agaar didn't know what 'it' was called or what it looked like, but she was convinced that if she could see it then she would recognise 'it'. "I will help you with the first step," she offered and prepared her blade to cut the thickness of plants.
"Don't!" I warned impulsively before she could even touch the defenceless leaves, she stopped but looked a little irritated.
"What?!" she barked.
"You don't need to mow the way, I can just go through them and grass types can 'feel' that you cut plants so nearby to their nest," I fastly blurted, getting a confused and questioning stare. "If you cut them than they would know about it, you said that it's at the centre of this forest. Because of it, every grass-type can be very sensitive to this place. Also, it wouldn't be very convincing, even if they are as stupid as you said, they could be suspicious why a leafeon is mowing his way."
"Why do you think that they can feel it?"
"Because I can, and I am not really over-plant-protected or sentimental with this place."
Absol however, instead of the backing away from the plants, started to poke them.
"You feel it?" she asked.
"I didn't mean touch, only dryness, illness or death! It can tell me what some plant needs, how it can be used or what plants I can find around."
"It can tell you what is around? How accurate usually it is?"
"Uh, quite accurate, I wasn't using it too often but it never failed me, why are you asking?"
"Try to use it and find these pokemon! Gah, why you didn't say it earlier, it could save us a lot of time. We don't even need to split, just use this... green vision," she said hurrying. "I want to cut them anyway, I don't want to squeezing through them."
Considering that her wounds, even healed, were still fresh and could cause some pain if touched, I could understand that she wanted to avoid it.
"Doesn't matter, stay quiet now, I am focusing," I answered and like yesterday, I tried to reach the plants under my paws, entering a broad web of connections with thousands of thousands living parts of forest's greenery. There were also these strange appearances, the same which scared me when I was looking for the cure trying to heal that poison. But now I didn't back away, I thought that these appearances could be actually other connected grass-types. They weren't anywhere close, nor on the way we wanted to go. It appeared to be a bit unexpected for me since I thought that we are going to some highly guarded place, forest's heart and sanctuary. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but something impressive, build by many generations of local grass-types, a large clearing with thick grass, covered by outspread tree's crowns. Something like that, something that would need protection but it looked like our way was just clear, so I started guiding.
But as it was much easier to follow Agaar than guiding by myself, it was still the night. Admittedly, the moon when it is larger provided some light, but where the plants were growing thicker, darkness was hiding everything.
"Move already!" growled Agaar.
"I can't see anything," I explained away, getting an annoyed sigh as an answer. She moved ahead again, nudging me offensively in the process.
"Say which way and if you would feel anything, warn me in time," she barked, I agreed by a nod.
"Ahead and little to left."
We weren't talking more, just going, it would be very quiet if Agaar wouldn't be grumbling, growling and cursing when some random branch hooked against her fur, touching and irritating her fresh healed skin. I couldn't keep a connection with environment all the time, it was too exhausting, only from time to time I stopped to scan the area hoping that it would be enough.
We were moving very slow, the absol seemed to remember about my warning to leave plants alive but going through them wasn't easy, especially when Agaar tried to avoid being touched by every possible branch, twig and even leaf. She was quite good at it, contorting in the craziest way I have ever seen, making me wonder why her spine hadn't broken yet and if she had a spine at all. Despite all her efforts, some parts of environment still were able to reach her side, making her hiss angrily and throw some unspeakable words on the poor... whatever it was.
"Hide!" I threw just as in thickness I noticed something different. She hid, or rather disappeared. I didn't see her running away, but she was gone. As if she had melted into the air.
How was it possible? That white colour is well visible in the dark.
I looked around but it was too dark to see anything, even the noise of her breathing disappeared and all I could hear was a nearing sound of waddling. A moment later I saw a medium sized blue bush walking awkwardly on two short legs, spreading its tentacle-like branches around checking the ground probably being blind in the night. I didn't move and hold my breath as this thing passed just next to me moving to where I was going earlier.
"I hate tangela," spoke Agaar's voice straight in my ear. "I never know if it is already dead, unless there are two of them. Then the sobs of one of them tell me that I can stop cutting its limbs off."
Normally, I would jump with a scream, scared of sudden sound just next to my ear, needed a moment to calm down then blame her for scaring me and end with asking what the fuck she meant with that tangela. But I was still keeping my breath, instead of the scream I exhaled muted breathing out of what air left in my lungs and instead of jumping, I felt that I started to lose orientation.
Breathe! I reminded myself.
"Where were you?" I asked silently.
"I was just next to you all the time," she answered. "You just said 'hide' so I hid."
"It was as if you disappeared completely or turned invisible! How did you do that?"
"It's my thing how. I wasn't asking you how you are taking with plants, so don't ask me how dark-type work in the night!" she growled with a sudden burst of anger.
"Sorry, I didn't know that is so important, I was just curious," I explained, backing away a little.
"You are from a different kind of wilderness, here we don't talk about types abilities. A mystery is everyone's weapon and asking for it is showing disrespect, but this one time I will leave it. Because you didn't know," she barked still visibly angry. I didn't want to continue this altercation so I just nodded in the way we supposed to go.
We quickly caught up to the tangela and, keeping a safe distance, started following her, or he, I wasn't sure if it had a gender. If it was a grass-type and seemed to be more plants and plants hadn't gender. It could be anything, but I, to makes thing easier, decided to call it 'he'. So, this male tangela was walking slowly making him easy to follow. Agaar mention few things about the pathetic grass-type, blind blue shit and stupid moving bushes. The longer we were following him the more adjectives she was able to fit with oblivious to everything tangela and when absol seemed to finish the subject she wondered what things she would do if the fate of tangela depended on her. I quickly established that she liked to cut things mainly with claws but from time to time she mentioned also her horn and tail. However, she didn't mention anything about teeth, I was comparing her mainly to umbreon since they were the same type and umbreons were mainly used its teeth in close fights. Even if listening to her treats, they were far from something I would enjoy, I was expecting her to tell at least once about things that she would be able to do with her teeth, but it didn't appear in her long list of possibilities. Nonetheless, list ended and tangela, oblivious to everything that was spoken, got into another wall of thick bushes disappeared from our view.
We approached the same bushes slowly and looked that was behind. First what happened was that sudden light blinded me and Agaar even hissed angrily, it looked as if behind these bush was actually day. But the light wasn't shining from above but seemed to radiate from the huge oak in the centre of the clearing. The tree was already dry and dead, broken in the middle missing its crown. But from the multiple holes in the tree was shining a light so bright and focused that even places which suppose to be covered in shadow, were lit up. It was making the clearing look unrealistic as if I would enter a dream.
"Wow, it's so beautiful here," I breathed. Even the coldness of night somehow faded away, it was as if it was really a sunny day but only on this clearing before me. When I looked up through the tree's crowns I saw still dark sky and stars. This night was generally warmer than last one but it was still nothing with a heat coming from the strange tree.
"Hay! Leafeon! Come on!" I snapped out and looked at absol who was silently hissing to me.
"What?" I asked also silently.
"Finally, you were watching at this clearing as if you saw there desirous female which spread her legs for you," she taunted forcing me with her paw to lower level so I couldn't look through the bushes any longer, and also was less visible for anyone who may be there.
"Was I drooling?" I asked sheepishly.
"Why you are asking?"
"No reason." Agaar seemed to size me up for a moment before she shook her head.
"You saw that shining thing?" she asked putting away my question.
"You mean tree? Yeah" I nodded. "It looked as if it was dead but was shining so intensively, what was that?"
"It is not a glowing tree stupid, it was something inside of it, and this is 'it', 'it' was what we were talking about and what we are going to take," she reminded but I fell in confusion.
"How we are supposed to take the tree with us? Maybe you saw some grass-types making bushes move as they want but I can't do it," I said. "I also can't convince dead glowing trees to walk with us."
"It's not a glowing tree!" she barked returning to her angry tone. "It is something inside, kind of stone in size of your head, maybe smaller. You going to take it and give it to me. Then you will be in your home in no-time."
"Really?"
"No, it's at least two weeks of walking to reach the place you said you are from but it can be longer if you won't move and take it already!"
Gritting my teeth, I turned back to the glade and carefully left our hiding spot when my eyes lied on a suspicious looking pile of leaves. I didn't spot it earlier as I was staring at the tree but this pile shouldn't be here, or at least shouldn't be that big as there were no such big trees around so it could be created naturally. It was also something similar in that hill of leaves. Maybe was it this giant flower which looked like small tree, at the top of the pile. As I looked more attentively around I spotted more suspicious looking parts of the environment. Tangela burrowed in bushes, giant sunflowers which weren't actually just simple plants, cones growing on trees which kind shouldn't have cones. Agaar was right that grass-types were good at hiding as a part of the forest, someone who may not know every kind of plants around here or is different than type may miss all of it, I almost missed it.
Why was I expecting it to be easy? It couldn't be just a simple walk, grab a thing that I needed and go back to Agaar. Instead, I had to crawl between sleeping pokemon, who knows what they do if they wake up? I lowered to the ground and I felt blades of grass rubbing against my chest and crawled in the mystical tree's direction. It wasn't far, but every step I made, I made with putting into it all my focus and attention making it as quiet, carefully and slowly as I only could. Even then, my steps sounded like thunder in the absolute silence of the glade. Sleeping ones weren't breathing, or not by mouths so I couldn't hear them, I wished that I also could suddenly change the way I was breathing as it became even louder than my walk.
In the middle of my way I needed to stop, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a movement, short and quick but when I looked more carefully at what I thought had moved, I didn't see anything that changed but then it moved again. It seemed that something was moving under the grass and could be mistaken with the wind. There was no wind on this night, and wind would move grass all over the glade and trees around. The grass was emphasising, moving to the place where I exited the bushes and slowly changed direction as if searching for my track and following what it found. It was slow but I understood that my time here was shortened, I couldn't any longer put so much attention to my paws if I didn't want this thing to reach me. It wasn't walking yet but faster than before I reached the tree, my hunter also sped up as if hearing me better now.
Close to the tree, not everything was lit up so well as light needed a distance to spread around, under the tree I found myself in shadow. Now I had to take, or naming things by name, to steal this glowing thing inside of the old dead oak but the closes hole was too high for me to reach. Using numerous curves, cracks and growths I climbed at the hole level and looked inside. In the bright light, I saw that the oak was empty inside but there was a ledge in the middle created from much smaller and younger tree which was fouling around shining stone. It was actually three stones melted with each other but not enough to lose visible ends between them. All stone looked like egg, symmetrically put together in white, blue and red colour. It was smaller than Agaar described it, small enough to be caught in the muzzle.
I reached for it with my paw touching it, trying to move it closer. The stone moved a little but at the same time I started to hear some noises behind me, noises similar to these which I could hear when trees fell, but these ones were more like yawning. I reached to it again now moving it closer and fastly grabbing the stone in my mouth, pulling it out of the tree.
I did it too fast and lost balance on the tree's side, luckily it wasn't high from the ground. Just as I hit the ground with my back, the stone stopped glowing and the dark night overwhelmed this part of the forest. Someone roared loudly just right next to me with an anger, a little further something cried with surprise and suddenly all peace disappeared when more and more voices started to wildly howl.
"Good job! Now run!" I heard Agaar screaming in my ear, pushing me to stand up on all four and to move. I again couldn't see her but I listened and followed her sound. I could see shapes of other pokemon in the dark but they were completely blind without the light, something heavy hit the ground on my left but too far to harm me, then again something slammed the bushes behind me tearing them and almost pulling them from the ground.
I depended only on my hearing now, turning and running where I heard the sound of four clawed paws and where I saw ghost-like white blur which I guessed was my absol.
Screams and noises of limbs slamming into random things lowered and soon there was the only noise of my and Agaar steps. My breath became heavy as I still cared the stone in my mouth and it was preventing me from breathing with a full mouth. Suddenly Agaar stopped and turned to me, I almost ran into her but managed to stop inches before her head.
"Show it!" she ordered as she made a step back from me. I spew the stone on the ground and she examined it closely.
"It doesn't glow," she said as if with pretension to me for it.
"Yeah," I nodded as she kept looking at me waiting for who knew what.
"Turn it on then," she suggested pushing the stone to me.
"But how?"
"You turned it off so now turn it on," she said sternly.
"But I don't know how, it turned off by itself," I defended myself.
"There won't be a glowing stone, there won't be my help," she argued, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't make it suddenly glow. It was the first time I saw anything like this and she required me to know how to use it.
"Why you need it to glow? I can't control this stone, earlier I didn't even know that stones can glow, even you weren't sure what it is!" I almost screamed in despair.
"It was a trade, I had to bring the glowing stone to him," she said.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"One of the fire-types so obsessed with defeating grass types."
"Than go to him during the day! He won't see if it is glowing and if he would have any doubts, just threaten him that you will slice him or other shit! He probably doesn't even know how it should look like!"
"Why are you sure about it?"
"Because to see it he would need to be there on that clearing and then he could have taken it by himself instead of making you do it," I said, adding in thought 'and you made me do it'.
"That's... actually not a bad idea," Agaar trembled but agreed, so I could make a breath of relief.
"So what now?" I asked, hoping that there won't be anything to do, since I felt tired of lurking in the night, of running, of stress, even just by standing in place.
"Take the stone and go to the cave, it's the fourth hour of the morning, the time of assassin and hunts, at this hour every mind is much weaker than usual and..."
"Yep, whatever, I heard it already from Serge more than once, he just didn't say that it was at that fourth hor and..."
"Hour," she corrected, at second thought, I wasn't sure if anyone from the pack even heard about something like hors, who needed it anyway?
"...from the experience of a grass-type, I can tell you that doesn't work, maybe now I am a bit tired from all this running, but usually I am quite fine. I don't feel that my mind it weaker or anything" I continued as if I couldn't even hear her. "Where is the cave?"
"Right behind you," she said. I turned not really believing her but the cave really was there. Were we really running all this way back?
I took the stone and walked to the cave but Agaar still had something to say.
"Watch out leafeon, you are too far out of your kind's normal, being able to follow a dark-type in the night is not a kind of luck or a good eye. I am watching you," she said in a low tone and went into the far forest.
I couldn't a understand what she meant, out of the standard of my kind? Was I fat? Maybe I wasn't the fittest eeveelution in the pack but fat? Absolutely not! I could compete with espeons! I mean, fit espeons, obviously.
I curled on the stone ground and tried to sleep but irritating thoughts that maybe I should go run some more, that if one pokemon can see me 'out of standard' than maybe others can see too, they kept me awake until today's efforts overcame my thoughts.
I woke up still tired, I hated when that happened, why I was waking up when I still wanted to sleep? Why did my brain decide to break the dream and now demanding it back? It didn't make any sense!
Although I was tired, I couldn't fall asleep again, so I lifted my eyelids. It was still night but it was brighter than before. I lifted myself up and walked to the exit, there was some weak yellow glow around, guess it was before sunrise. It wasn't.
The sky was still filled with stars and the moon shone brightly. It was so silent around, there was no memory of how many things happened in the same night. Just darkness and silent, and according to Agaar I should be afraid of it. Why? Was there something wrong with that? Was it what she called 'out of standard'? And maybe it was, other grass-types even slept with light so maybe they were really afraid of the dark? Maybe I just got used to it, having these and not other friends in my younger years. I was spending the same amount of time during the day and in the night so maybe I didn't mind about the time of day. But still, I couldn't understand why other could be afraid of night, why they should be afraid of something that was happening so regularly and was unable to avoid.
'Out of standard', it could be why I didn't understand them. Funny, I was looking for grass-type to learn something that I could use, yet when I found them by accident I allied with some absol against them and stole... something, I wasn't even sure what it was.
The weak yellow glow disappeared, replaced by white one, one which I was much more familiar with. It was my white side of leaves which sometimes decided to give some light around, another thing I should finally find an answer to but there was no one to question about it. The glow was actually false, it couldn't light up the cave or anything, all that it could do was reflect other light, now the moonlight.
I put my tail and ears flat with the white sides down and the reflected light disappeared. Maybe if I befriend Agaar a bit more than she may give me some answers, she seemed to be quite knowledgeable, which was also untypical. How could she know what was normal and what wasn't for leafeon? She didn't seem old but vast knowledge was expected, rather, from those whose life was already done and on who the first grey fur appeared. Actually, her colourisation sometimes seemed grey but I wouldn't give her many more years than I had, calculating it at a different time of our species limit of time. So maybe there was a thing. If I had those seven winters behind me, she could have, for example, thirty but being mature as I was, it would mean she would change by four years for every one year I did. That was very unfair. But from the second hand, she was wasting a lot of her time on some deals, fights and generally, she didn't look very much like she was enjoying her time around.
Thoughts of non-existence always made my heart feel heavy, yet I was rather trying to understand them than reacting with fear.
There were few theories about what was happening after we used all of our time but I never liked when someone was telling me what will happen not showing anything particular so I quickly create my own theories and guesses. Starting from very basic of what could be happening I got stuck on my first question, was it really something to thought about? Maybe our imagination just couldn't accept that there was absolutely nothing, just the end of being, without a singing chorus, ancestors, prices or punishments. Just nothing, and I wouldn't even know that because there won't be self-consciousness or something that could be left from it.
Yeah, it was hard to imagine, if I wanted to see nothing, I saw darkness, but darkness could be lit up and become something so it couldn't symbolise complete end. Yet I still tried to imagine nothingness, it was like forcing through the kind of blockade in my mind. This fight was always ending in one way, I established that I couldn't imagine something that I couldn't see. But could absolute nothingness even exist by itself or was its existence limited to the word 'nothingness'? A place, a thing or maybe a creature, whatever it was, a symbol of non-existence should not exist by what it was symbolising just like what the thing it was symbolising.
Maybe just imaginative tales of others' theories was just easier? It was an escape from the weight of self-fragility, self-uncoupledness and self-inconsistency.
The sun started to rise from the horizon, the glow of dawn was intensifying and the red sun appeared above the highest trees' tops, increasing temperature. With the dawn, Agaar arrived in her typical grumpy expression put between stroked white fur which seemed to lay on her without any condition or composition, only the horn and tail was marking there where was front and back of the absol. However, she somehow managed to look proud and majestic like that. Not incredibly majestic but still enough to not be mistaken with the heap of snow. I didn't take a notice earlier but she looked as if she had never even heard that long fur should be, from time to time, not only cleaned but also well-groomed. Otherwise, it would stand into many different ways and look just like Agaar's fur looked right now. Mine was short so I didn't needed to work around it, since it wouldn't be really visible, but she should for sure. Nonetheless, it won't be me who would have to say this to her.
"Now, you not, sleep yes." Was all that she said sounding already half asleep, she passed me and went into the cave. Then it struck me: if she was nocturnal and I prefer a day than how we supposed to travel together? I already could guess that she would force me to stay awake during the night to walk but I couldn't miss a day, maybe one or two I could but for more, I would die from hunger or my leaves would become all broken. So far it looked that it will be a very exhausting trip.
Hoping that her rest wouldn't be long, I stayed in the sun for some photosynthesis, making myself feel a bit stronger.
At late noon as I was lying in the grass, my companion walked out of the cave, but she wasn't looking rested, more like a lunatic which was just a step from becoming an astral existence or from falling flat on its head and stuffing its mouth with green, just like Agaar did it right now.
"I also don't like when I wake up too early," I shot as Agaar was spewing fallen leaves and some of the dirt. I wasn't sure if it was a rule but from my observation on Segre, I could say that nocturnal dark-types often had lack of sleep. My guess was that it was hard to sleep while it was bright outside and the days never were as silent as the nights.
"I never get used to it," Agaar said under her breath, confusing me a little if she meant me, making comment or actual waking up, maybe both.
I hadn't many chances to have a lazy morning, it was one of those occasions. Not being waking up by anyone, hadn't anything to do, just lying on the unbelievable comfortable grass, napping. Every time at mornings a place where I was lying was becoming suddenly the most comfortable place I knew, even if it was the same place where I couldn't fall asleep after sundown.
And everything would be fine, but there was still one fact, a thought, it wasn't home, and I had a lot to do. Because of it I wasn't resting but staring at Agaar, waiting until she would be able to do whatever she still had to do in this area and finally move out. Before that happened I felt that I was only wasting my time, thinking where we could already be if we wouldn't procrastinating our departure.
Agaar, however, absolutely wasn't in any hurry, she was moving lazily, cleaning her claws and sharpening her horn, what I assumed were usual things that absols did after they woke up. After she hadn't anything more of what was dirty to clean out or dull to be sharpened, she started stretching. Even if I couldn't complain about it, I wished it would be Cera or Navia, it would be much more pleasing to watch.
Denying her back legs in the ground the lowered her hips to the ground and pushed with front legs up, tilting her head back and staying like that for a moment. Agaar slowly returned to normal position but didn't stop, now lowering her head and chest to the ground and... oh, wow.
"Is it far?" I asked as the absol was leading to the meeting point, where we had to give the no-longer-glowing stone carried on my tail to somebody who Agaar supposedly knew.
"No, it's not. But during this meeting, don't talk, generally, act as some stupid plant, don't even show that you understand what others are talking," said Agaar, stopping in place and standing for a moment on her hind legs to look over the undergrowth. "Arcanines, magmar and braixen, well until braixen isn't very skilful in psychic it shouldn't be any problems."
"Okay, but why?"
"First, on this meeting, you are my slave, following my orders and imitating fear. It's just for show and to avoid stupid questions. Remember that fire-types burn pure hatred to your type and don't know that you are able, for example, to talk or different thing typical for living creatures and there is no reason to let them find out that they are wrong. We just need to use their stupidity and give them the grass type of their imagination," explained Agaar and smirked. "Whenever I go the number of idiots doesn't change, how it possible?"
"There is not really that many idiots, they are just placed like that you always must to find one." It was a rather rhetorical question, but I answered it anyway. I found it funny how Agaar thought, since her first expression was like: 'Are you able to talk?' and now she laughed from pokemon who thought just like she thought two days before. Was it making Agaar one of those perfectly placed idiots? I smiled to myself but the absol didn't notice anything.
It appeared that behind the undergrowth was starting part of the burned-to-the-ground forest, four other pokemon were already waiting for us there. Two of them were huge canines, standing a distance behind the main group of two-legged pokemon. Reminded of what my role was, I tried to look poor, just like someone who would have been threatened and in fear of itself life, I flattered my ears and started to walk somehow bent-over. I also considered pulling my tail between legs, but it would make it hard to walk, it wasn't some small straight tail but a large solar platform. It also would use some attention since the number of small damages at my leaf's edges lately grew in number, making it look jagged. But on another hand, wasn't it making me look more virile?
While I was pinning my eyes onto the ground avoiding any contact possible, we approached the group and I could guess that they were glaring at me.
"You, I know," I heard the magmar speaking, he had a sore throat, that for sure was illness and was already quite well-developed judging from his voice. There was no chance that it would heal without help. "But what is 'this' and why it that here?"
"I tamed him," Agaar answered sharply, but not in an offence tone. "I have this."
"Show it,"a different voice said, this one voice sounded too young to be sure if it was female or male, I ascribed it to braixen. I wondered what age he or she could be. I could only guess how long this species used to live, I only hoped that my species isn't one of these with the shortest life.
"You are four and I am only one, you need to do your part first. Cabbage doesn't matter, he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway," said Agaar.
Cabbage? Oh, Agaar someday I will pay you back for that. I didn't like, I hate when someone calls me a plant. It's the easiest way to piss me off and and... I really would like to hit something hard to damp down this anger.
"First I need to check if it's a real one, hope you don't expect that we would trust the word of a dark-type and we just check it now," said braixen. Agaar stayed silent for a moment.
"Give it to them," she finally said and I, in pretended, hurry jogged to the braixen and pushed the stone into his extended paws, then I quickly returned and stood behind Agaar. I stood in a way so she was covering me from the eyes of fire-types and I could watch over the absol's shoulder. The magmar was ceaselessly rubbing his throat while the braixen was looking at the stone as if he was trying to make a hole in it just by staring at it.
"It is it," braixen confirmed after a while. "How were you able to get it?"
"Don't ask stupid questions son," chastened him magmar. "You are forbidden absol. Now go away."
The meeting was over, we could go back to the forest.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Nothing, I pissed off someone too powerful and had to do a suicidal mission, you were helpful. Good for both of us that this one time I listened to the brain, instead of the stomach."
