The night was cold and dim. The sky was blood red with speckles of stars shining on heavy orange treetops filled with berries. Thin rivers flowed across the forest turning pink from the blood moon's reflection surrounded by whistling bushes and bowing ferns.

Colonies of rattatas were gathering nuts and seeds to add to their collection, as pidgeys curled in their nests.

Distant into the forest, a Pokemon trotted along the brown path, anxiously glancing at her surroundings. Her pelt was indigo like a midnight sky, spotted with star-like dots down her back, and her eyes matched her pale yellow markings.

She paused in the middle of her march to gaze at her surroundings. Jumping at the slightest crack of a twig and the quietest shake of a branch.

She soon reached an opening, slowing down to a halt for a few moments to take a good look at the sky.

"A blood moon, just as I thought," She grumbled, "Why am I the only one who patrol these nights, what, does Autumn want to kill me?"

She shook her head.

"Well if he really wants to kill me, then he'll have to fight me out here,"

"Fight who?"

Immediately she perked up, staring around until her eyes met with a lone sewaddle as she sighed with relief.

"None of your business," She hissed.

"But Aren't you Moonbabble—"

"Yeah, yeah, Moonbabble one of the mothers of the Bringers of Light, you shouldn't be out here, Pokemon are ferocious at this hour, they'll tear you up and eat you alive,"

"And you shouldn't be out too."

"I'm out here to get paid, thank you very much, even so, I know what I'm doing,"

The sewaddle stared blankly before nodding trotting away into the bushes. Moonbabble rolls her eyes. A little child telling me what to do, hilarious.

She moved further into the forest, curling around trunks and vines until she was met with another opening.

As she stepped into it, a feeling of unease filled her stomach. The step felt cold and wet.

She lifted her paw to see blood dripping from her claws. She stumbled back, attempting to shake it off of her paw, throwing it to the ground.

There, she only found a trail of blood weaving into the forest.

Moonbabble gulped, following the trail with her ears perked and her steps more cautious.

The further she advanced, the larger the puddle until it became a tiny pond to which her eyes widened at the sight in the middle.

A body on the edge of death.

It was an ampharos. Her amber fur was laced with multiple cuts obscuring her garnet markings, and her face was charred past bare recognition, her sad rose pink eyes staring at the ground and gems cracked and flickering.

Moonbabble stared down at the bottom until she came to a realization.

"Anomaly?"

The ampharos peered up, her face filling with hope,

"Moonbabble—is that you?" Anomaly grunted.

"Yes, what are you doing here, more importantly what happened? Who attacked you? Is Cirrus alright? What am I going to say to the queen? How hurt are you? Maybe we will have some time—"

But Anomaly laughed,

"I don't have anymore time—" She gasped, "—bringing me home will only waste the healers' time,"

Moonbabble paused as Anomaly winced trying to roll onto her side to face her.

"Cirrus is alright—and I couldn't see anyone—but please, tell Nimbus and Equinox about my body, We're—in Grass territory after all—and I don't want relationships—between kingdom to get any worse—than it already is,"

Silence came across Moonbabble's face,

"Got it, I'll get to Equinox first, I can tell Nimbus from there—" Moonbabble replied.

Anomaly nodded.

"Hey, say hello to Arceus for me while you're up there,"

Anomaly smirked,

"I will—I—,"

Moonbabble waited for an answer, yet only got a silent, dead stare in return, solidifying her ended fate. She frowned but eventually snapped out of it.

Moonbabble ran against the wind, her heart beating rapidly as leaves flew around her face. Whatever killed her is still here, I can feel it, she thought.

She hopped across the rocks, the river clashing against the banks. She split through the bushes, the pounding of her gallop growing louder and louder. She reacted immediately to the sharpest of turns, leaping over the thickest of roots. She heard a light rustle yet it was muffled by the howling wind.

"I'm almost there," she cried, raising her head as light peaked through the trees ahead.

Then, the world ran quiet. The wind was nothing but a breeze. The rivers flowed calmly and the leaves were at ease. There was nothing but the sound of panting from a mouth dripping blood, falling into a puddle of red as her eyes stared lifelessly into the sky until the breathing came to a cold hault.

Moonbable was dead.