Author's note: Kinda a boring chapter. But it's very important for chapters later. So, bear with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon or Mystery Dungeon. I do own, however, this story and the ocs, other than the ones that already existed in PMD2 like Grovyle and Celebi.
Grovyle woke up to a throbbing pain in his back, his arm useless by his side, lying in a small field of moss. He tried to move a claw, nothing happened. Glancing up, the grass pokemon wondered how he had gotten into this predicament. High above his head, a small piece of the gray sky could be seen from where he was at the bottom of a chasm. A Chasm.
Grovyle then remembered everything that had happened and was about to clench his claws in anger when a burning, red hot flame of pain laced up his arm. The scroll. Dusknoir. Jolteon. Who was the Jolteon anyway? And he seemed to know his name… Whoever he was, the electric pokemon was in trouble and Grovyle could not stand about doing nothing. He sat up and grabbed the dislocated arm and pushed at it, ignoring the pain, until it popped back into place. Looking up again at the piece of sky that he was aiming for, Grovyle wondered how he would accomplish a climb up the steep walls of stone.
Jumping up against the first crack in the canyon wall, Grovyle jammed his back claw in for a firm foothold. He looked up at the stone again and grabbed upward with his good claw until it caught another crack. Slowly but surely, Grovyle moved upward. At about the middle point, when it was his bad claw lodged in the crack above his head, his legs suddenly gave way and he was swinging from a quickly slipping anchor. However, he recovered by shoving both claws into another, firmer crack and regained his balance, continuing to climb.
When he finally reached the top, his claw hit a soft object that was about six inches long. Launching himself to the top with a huge leap, Grovyle landed with a skid and looked at the object his claw had collided with. It was a scroll. A familiar brown, age spotted scroll with a small tear running down the middle. He opened it slowly, taking care not to rip it again.
It was blank. There were black marks near the edge that suggested where words might begin but there was nothing written on it. He ran a claw along the uneven edge of the scroll. It had ripped, that was the only explanation. When he had first saw it, most of the script had been directed to the right side. When he had first seen it with Absol.
Treecko and Absol crept through the dark tunnel, taking care not to make a sound. Absol gestured towards another tunnel, this one with light streaming through it from the many torches. As they moved through this one, Treecko could see a shelf up ahead, a shelf stocked with numerous white things. Scrolls. They reached the room and Absol began searching. Treecko stood back, watching as Absol took out one scroll after another, occasionally shaking his head or muttering something to himself. Finally, he appeared from behind a tall black shelf with something clutched in his mouth.
"This is the one," he said, gesturing towards the exit, "let's go." Absol turned and moved silently, like a ghost into the tunnel. Treecko followed less noiselessly, hurrying through the tunnels with the uncomfortable knowledge that they were in Dusknoir's domain. The rasping voice of a Sableye came down from the tunnel that they were just about to enter. The two friends ducked into the shadows, hoping that they weren't seen. But Absol's stark white fur stuck out like a beacon over a dark sea and the Sableye saw him as they crouched in the corner.
"Intruders!" He yelled, racing back the way he had come, "block the exit!" Then Treecko and Absol raced down another tunnel, Treecko had no idea where they were going but hoped that it led outside. To his dismay, five Sableye blocked the end of their tunnel and raced forward. Absol dropped the scroll, unrolling it slightly as he did so and prepared himself to fight. Treecko glanced at it, it was filled with miniscule black writing, mostly directed to the right side. Then he was lost in battle, fighting for his life and attacking anyone who came within reach…
Grovyle glanced back down into the chasm from which he came and deduced that the scroll was still down there somewhere. He would look later. Right now, he needed to get back to the place from which he had fled.
Maaan that was a loooong memory, an important one however. I'm really sorry if I caused you any boredom, but this is an important part of the story and it needs to be written. Ok? Review please.