This is the sequel to Dark Battle. If you have not read that yet, you don't have to right now. You can read this first, then read Dark Battle. However, I would appreciate that you read both stories.
Blind and Deaf.
Karen walked cheerfully through the forest, enjoying the quiet. Only a few pidgey's songs broke the stillness.
As a pokemon watcher, Karen was paying close attention to her surroundings. Unfortunately, nothing interesting was going on. The pidgey, caterpie, weedle, and other forest pokemon were all normal sized and colored. In fact, the only odd thing she managed to find was the fact that there weren't any spearow, which wasn't really odd or even important to anyone other then her. She was making a map of pokemon locations and would be returning along this route next year to see what had changed. She had just come from Applegrove City and was more then halfway to the next town.
Karen began to whistle along with the pidgey, hearing each individual song. Suddenly, she broke off. Did I just hear something? she wondered. Holding her breath, she waited, focusing. Her keen ears picked up the sound again. Labored breathing, like a pokemon's after a fierce battle. But there hadn't been any battles in the area, or she would have heard that (and, of course, if she didn't, she would have noticed the wild pokemon's reactions. Karen wasn't an amateur.)
She walked quickly in the direction of the breathing. Her steps sped up when she noticed the closer she got, the quieter the other pokemon in the forest became. Finally, nearly running now, she burst into a clearing.
Three pokemon lay on the ground. Two were dead, and it was the third's gasps she had heard. Before putting the living one into a pokeball, she snapped a quick picture before running to the pokecenter. She had a great memory, but in a situation as strange as this one clearly was, a small detail that was missed could be necessary to understand what had happened.
After all, it wasn't everyday you saw two houndour and a golduck, let alone together. To deepen the mystery, the dead houndour had two casts on its legs.
