Wow, they should call this the die-brary...
Erlon was the next victim. (See? I told you it wasn't him!) Well kiddies, this is a lesson you all should know: Never drink strange potions. They may do wonders to your skin, but they kill you right after that.
Something beeped in Leaf's bag. Apparently, it was Erlon's old Pokedex.
DETAU, the Death POKEMON. It was once DARKRAI's rival to become the ruler of darkness. When it lost, it became the embodiment of death instead.
Leaf looked around the library, but saw nothing of interest. She then saw the bird-shaped statue. Instead of emeralds, the eyes were made of rainbow-colored stones. The statue itself was now green.
She studied the colors in the eyes, until a Rattata popped out from behind the statue. She shooed the poor critter away, and looked behind the statue. There was a journal. Apparently, it was in English.
July 19, 1989
We were surprised finding the skeletal Pokémon. According the Prof. Tai, the Banians called it 'Detau'. Detau was so small, I couldn't believe it was a Pokémon of legend. It took a liking to Meg, as it flew straight to her arms. It must feel strange hugging bones.
July 27, 1989
Strange things happened ever since we found Detau. First, we were snowed in, even though it was summer and there aren't many blizzards here up north. Second, the pool became a bloody red color. Third, my daughter, Meg, was found dead in the main hall. It looked just as if she fell down the stairs, but I don't think that's the case.
August 20, 1989
It's been a long time since I last wrote, but after the majority of the team disappeared, I was too busy. The floor of the Underground Lab collapsed, leaving a tall cliff. It's only me, Prof. Tai, and Detau left.
August 21, 1989
-those coins I found a couple months ago…
That was the very last entry. Apparently, the majority of it was smudged. Leaf flipped through the journal, hoping to see who wrote in it.
Property of Sharon Fernandez
She smiled and put the journal in her bag. She then wondered where Sharon put those coins.
*slams head* I finally got the journals to make sense. Oh, if you want, you can choose who dies next. It's hard deciding who should.