"Yes ma'am, that'll be the one. A large group of them migrated there not too long ago."
Flygon scratched her chin thoughtfully, gazing up at the large mountain range which towered over this tiny settlement, situated a small distance away from Hope Village.
"They're awful' aggressive and territorial though." The voice continued; a wrinkled and weathered Donphan pulling a large plough behind them, tearing up the earth. "I would steer clear if I was you."
Flygon continued to stare contemplatively at the enormous geological feature, before pulling a small book from her satchel and jotting down a few quick notes.
"Thank you for your time, you've been very helpful." The dragon said with a quiet politeness, before returning her notebook and producing a small pouch of coins, "Please take this, as thanks from myself and the guild."
Flygon tossed the money to her fellow ground-type, before rocketing into the air with a powerful beat of her wings, much to the elephant's amazement.
Once in the sky, Flygon took a long look below her, surveying the landscape.
She had come to the Northern settlement of "The Fertile Range", as the locals called it; a small farming village which boasted unusually rich soil, producing some of the most sought-after and high-quality berries on the entire continent.
Flygon wasn't here to sample the local produce, however. She was here for a very different and much more pressing matter.
Golem.
While she had sent Salandit and Team Hopeful to investigate another sighting, all of her sources pointed towards this being the most likely spot for any sort of disaster to happen - a pack of aggressive, feral Golem so close to a population centre? It was almost too obvious to be true.
Nonetheless, as Flygon had come to find over her many years of experience, the most obvious solution was so very often the correct one, and it certainly seemed as though this would be no different.
With a graceful swoop through the air, the dragon swiftly headed towards the base of the mountain range, preparing for a long and tiring climb. Though the top of the mountains were obscured by cloud cover, it would be a simple enough matter to find the pack of rock-types and simply dispose of them before they caused any damage.
Just as Flygon was about to take her first steps up the rocky incline, however, she felt a sudden tugging in her gut - a powerful instinct practically screaming at her to stop.
The emotion was so extreme that Flygon actually took a half step back in shock. Her instincts had never betrayed her before, and she wasn't about to start doubting them now.
With a scrutinous eye, Flygon began to inspect the area she had just attempted to traverse, running over the scene with a calculated precision, before she noticed something slightly unusual.
The rock seemed to be almost moving.
It was very subtle, but if looked at for long enough, completely unmissable. Flygon took a slow stride towards the earth, scratching a thoughtful claw along her face as she once again produced her notebook, penning some quick observations.
As she got closer, the seemingly simple rock structure began to appear more and more unusual.
"Now what is happening here…" Flygon murmured to herself, tracing a series of spiderweb cracks in the earth that seemed to bulge and push out from inside of the mountain. "This isn't right at all…"
Flygon started to scribble furiously in her notepad, hundreds of different theories popping into her mind and being dismissed just as quickly as they appeared. One thing was absolutely clear to her, however, there was much more to this problem that she had first thought - much more than a mere herd of feral Pokemon.
After several more minutes of intensive writing, and sketching of the rock face, Flygon began to slowly place her book away, keeping her eyes quizzically fixated upon the still shifting earth.
With another moment's consideration, Flygon once more began to move towards scaling the mountain, her instincts remaining completely silent as she took her first several steps up the steep incline.
It didn't take too long for the dragon to encounter trouble; once the climb became less easily accessible, feral Pokemon began to appear in small numbers, intent on harrying the intruder off of their territory and attacking Flygon with a reckless abandon.
Of course the small number of Roggenrola and Rhyhorn who made their homes in the lower foothills were nothing more than an annoyance to the powerful dragon, who knocked them unconscious with little thought.
"No sense in disrupting the ecosystem any more than I already am by getting rid of the Golem." Flygon thought morbidly to herself as she held back from finishing off a particularly stubborn Carbink, who had managed to remain conscious despite taking a direct hit from her formidable dragon-breath.
Instead she marched grimly on, stopping every now and again as she noticed similar phenomena to the one at the base of the mountain; slight shifts in the ground, with jagged cracks running across the surface, almost as if they were struggling to contain something trapped underneath.
The bizarre nature of the environment didn't become fully apparent until Flygon started to notice a distinct lack of Pokemon attacking her, despite climbing higher and higher into the more dangerous territories of evolved and aggressive Pokemon.
As she hovered up onto a high ledge, she was greeted by a shocking sight; a steaming-hot pool of water had gathered on a particularly large outcrop, surrounded by large cracks in the earth which billowed similar jets of water vapour.
The most unusual part of the sight, however, was that it was littered with the bodies of unconscious and dead Pokemon - some even beginning to decompose.
Flygon began to take a cautious step forwards, before her intuition once again rooted her in place. Instead she started to inspect the site from afar, a growing sense of unease starting to build within her.
The most apparent thing, after a short examination, was a complete lack of any sort of struggle. Flygon reasoned that each and every one of the Pokemon here had passed out or passed away seemingly without any clear cause.
Flygon scratched her head with the end of her pen - her notebook was once again in her hands and was quickly filling up even further.
The dragon simply stood and watched the hissing and steaming of the pool for several minutes, struggling to come up with any clear ideas, before the wind began to subtly shift, transporting some of the vapour towards her.
Without warning, Flygon was suddenly hit by a putrid, sulphurous smell. Immediately she collapsed to her knees, retching and gagging as the scent invaded every one of her senses, irritating her throat and causing tears to form in her eyes despite the protective natural goggles which shielded them.
Then just as quickly as it had begun, the wind once again shifted and the fumes dispersed in the opposite direction.
Flygon collapsed onto the ground, struggling to regain her breath as she shot away from the pool with a scrabbling of claws and a hurried flapping of wings.
She didn't make it far before a sudden spasm of coughs sent her tumbling out of the sky and into the foothills she'd just come from.
Flygon connected forcefully with the ground, however she paid no mind to the sharp stab of pain, instead tearing open her bag and frantically pulling a large, pink Pecha Berry from amidst the contents; forcing it down her throat despite the burning sensation and lack of oxygen which threatened to drive her into unconsciousness.
Within a few moments of the berry's almost magical antitoxins being ingested, the irritation suddenly stopped, fading to a dull throb in the back of Flygon's throat and leaving the dragon sprawled on the ground, taking deep breaths as she attempted to regain her composure.
With a herculean effort, Flygon pulled herself up into a sitting position, noting a sharp pain in her left arm which caused the dragon an involuntary grimace.
"Definitely broken." Flygon groaned, trying her best to keep the appendage still as she once more reached into her bag, this time producing a slightly squashed Oran Berry and taking a few slow bites.
As the pain began to ease away, Flygon produced a long strip of cloth and began to fashion herself a makeshift sling, supporting her damaged limb in the hopes that it wouldn't be further injured.
With her arm safely secured and the immediate danger passed, Flygon began to workshop ideas. By some miracle she still had both her notebook and pen, and with only a small amount of difficulty the dragon began to fervorously scribble down even more information.
"It was clearly poison gas of some kind." The dragon pondered as she wrote, "Though natural or Pokemon-caused I can't quite say."
Neither option boded well for the future, Flygon reasoned, suppressing a shudder before casting a thoughtful gaze up the outcrop where she'd fallen from; faint whispers of steam were barely visible over the crest of the rocky ledge.
After a moment's consideration, Flygon took the remainder of her bandage cloth and began to tie it securely around her mouth and nose. While certainly not perfect, it would hopefully act to block the worst of the fumes, should she encounter any such poison in the future; she certainly wasn't planning on being caught off guard, and there was no way she was travelling further without at least some form of protection.
Not that she intended to walk past that pool again anyway.
No, once she'd gathered a little more energy she'd simply fly over it and continue her trek. Injury or no injury, she was fighting against the clock here and there was no way she could afford to take the time off needed to recover, when so many lives were at stake.
Flygon carefully placed her notebook back into her satchel once more and, with a grunt of effort, rose slowly to her feet before giving her wings an experimental flap and taking off into the sky.
The dragon was careful to avoid the trails of gas which stretched their way into the atmosphere, landing safely on another rocky outcrop a short distance ahead of the poisonous pool.
After a brief glance around confirmed that there wasn't any immediate danger, Flygon cast her attentive gaze upwards, towards her ultimate end goal; the peak of the mountain range where Golem loved to make their homes.
Flygon frowned; the top of the mountain was still obscured by a thick cloud-cover, yet the sky around it was clear and beautiful. Something was definitely wrong here and Flygon was determined to figure it out, no matter the challenge it may pose.
The dragon continued to ascend, the climb becoming steadily more challenging as the air became thinner and daylight began to fade. A flash of annoyance crossed Flygon's features before she withdrew a lantern from her bag, illuminating the terrain around her.
Despite being so deep into feral territory, Flygon still found herself unaccosted - a fact which left her feeling unsettled and on edge. At this height she should be angering all manner of evolved rock-types, the fact that she wasn't only served to further the wrongness of this place.
All of a sudden Flygon stopped. Ahead of her was a small, smoky fire; green leaves and plants were smouldering gently around the edge of a small hole in the rocky ground. Heat distortion was plainly visible, almost seeming to pour out of the hole and dissipate into the air.
The dragon frowned, taking a few short steps towards the oddity, before she noticed something else very unusual.
The ground was warm.
In fact the ground wasn't just warm, Flygon realised as she poked at the nearby soil and rocks, in some places it was scalding to the touch.
As Flygon contemplated this new information, she was suddenly thrown off balance by a tremendous rumble, as the ground began to shift and quake beneath her. With a start, she quickly flew into the air, watching as the tremors shifted the ground where she previously was, widening the small hole into a large cave mouth.
After the rumbling subsided, Flygon began a cautious landing - gently laying her lantern on the ground and withdrawing her notebook to take a record of the earthquake and its effects.
As she rummaged through her bag, however, Flygon noticed a series of odd noises emanating from the newly formed cave-entrance. Intrigued, the dragon crept closer, until she was close enough to see over the edge of the pit.
Much to her surprise, the hole opened into a large, oddly uniform tunnel. What was even more unusual, however, was the fact that the tunnel was well-lit - enough that Flygon could see quite easily inside without the need for her lantern.
Now much closer, the noises became far clearer; the sound of breaking rock and Pokemon at work echoed out through the cave and into the night.
With her interest piqued, Flygon began to cautiously lower herself into the cavern. The heat was intense, but strangely bearable - although she made sure not to touch any of the surfaces, instead hovering gently as she moved through the cavern and towards the source of the strange noises.
As Flygon travelled through the tunnels, they started to grow wider and more intricate. Support beams started to appear, along with lights hanging from the ceiling and walls. The unmistakable noise of excavation grew louder and louder, until Flygon turned round a bend in the passageway and came upon a horrifying sight.
A small horde of Golem were digging into the mountain, their movements jerky yet oddly coordinated as they pulled large chunks away from the wall - the usual dark rock and earth of the mountain was instead replaced by a clear, crystal structure where the Pokemon were working.
Flygon's eyes widened as she took a close look at the crystalline surface. Buried deep within it was a figure, a Pokemon she had only seen in history books, one with a terrifying power that would threaten the lives of every living creature for miles around.
A Heatran.
Immediately every piece began to click into place at once, and with a frantic haste Flygon began to count the Golem.
Then she counted again.
And again.
There were thirteen, she was sure.
Flygon hurriedly began to plan her avenue of attack - if she was careful about this, she'd be able to get rid of them all even despite her injuries. After all, no matter how many there were, they were feral and she was not. She had faced worse odds than this and still come out on top.
Just as she was considering her next move, Flygon suddenly felt her instincts flare up. Without even thinking, she threw herself to the ground, barely avoiding a dark tendril of energy which collided harshly with the cave wall, causing a few burning pebbles to fall from the ceiling.
"Well, well, well. A guest has deigned to join us, and a very… talented… one at that."
Flygon was immediately in a fighting stance, feet planted squarely on the ground despite its heat scalding and burning them. Her eyes darted in all directions, searching for the source of the attack.
"I don't know what the guild is doing here, though. I was specifically promised… privacy… by your dear guildmaster."
Flygon jerked her body to the side, as a writhing ball of purple energy shot past her. In an instant she whipped around, firing a powerful gout of mystical dragonfire towards the source, only to be met by slow, mocking laughter.
"I'll have to bring it up with Aggron. I am so very… disappointed… that he'd go back on his word like this."
Flygon jumped back, narrowly avoiding a lance of spiritual energy which burst out of the floor beneath her, causing the tunnel to shake once more.
"I must applaud your… tenacity… few Pokemon are able to withstand me like you are."
Flygon ducked under yet another powerful, arcing swipe of crackling darkness, before she noticed it - a shimmer in the air, amidst the still-working Golem. It was almost imperceivable, but it was definitely there.
With an incredible burst of speed, Flygon coated herself in a wreath of dragon-type power and launched herself at the disturbance in the air, colliding with the invisible Cofagrigus and causing an audible 'crack!'. The sarcophagus catapulted into the wall with such a tremendous velocity that the cave trembled, dropping more hot stones onto the mindless workers below.
Before the still-invisible ghost had a chance to react, Flygon was already upon it again, hoisting Cofagrigus into the air with her one good arm and hurling the spirit across the cavern. A spike of earth shot out of the ground, knocking an oblivious Golem aside and catching Cofagrigus before it hit the wall, slamming it into the ceiling instead and causing even more loose rocks to tumble down onto the assembled Pokemon.
Cofagrigus landed in a painful heap, the effects of the Vanish Seed starting to flicker and fade as Flygon stood above the spirit - dragonfire coiling and flashing dangerously around the ground-type as she stared murderously at the ghost.
"Awakening a dormant volcano?" Flygon said, rage coursing clearly through her voice, "I don't know why you decided to do this, I don't know how you found Heatran, and I don't know what poor decisions you must have made in your miserable existence to end up at this point."
Cofagrigus stared up at the merciless dragon, the ghost's expression shifting from its usual sadistic grin to one of fear - an unusual sight on the brilliant golden casket.
"I don't care what your reasoning or methodology was." Flygon continued, "I want your last conscious thought to be that of your own failure."
With those final words, Flygon began to charge a bright gout of dragonfire between her jaws, her makeshift face-covering having long-since burned away.
"NOW! DO IT NOW!" Cofagrigus suddenly screamed, all traces of grace gone from its voice as the ghost's eyes flashed and swirled with a brilliant purple energy.
Just before her flames were released, Flygon was suddenly knocked to one side by the powerful, hulking form of a Golem, sending the dragon sprawling painfully across the burning cave floor.
In an instant Flygon was back on her feet and in a fighting stance, dragonfire swirling around the powerful Pokemon. She stood firm despite the awkward angle her left arm was now dangling at - her sling destroyed in the scuffle.
However a horrifying sight greeted her.
Each of the Golem had stopped working and were staring at her - their eyes were a lifeless, cold milky white; lacking the soul and warmth one would expect from a living creature. Occasionally the stark brightness of their eyes would be broken by a brief glimmer and swirl of purple energy, causing the rock-types to twitch and jitter involuntarily.
"Yes I thought this may give you pause." Cofagrigus said threateningly as it rose into a 'standing' position, clearly cracked and damaged badly, "I apologise for cutting our… meeting … short, but I do hope you'll enjoy the company of my… dear friends…"
As it spoke those final words, Cofagrigus sunk into the ground and as one unified group, the Golem charged.
The moment Cofagrigus had disappeared, the earth began to rend and split. Fissures appeared in the cavern floor and began rocketing towards Flygon, as the herd of rock-types collectively smashed at the ground with a terrifying power.
Flygon immediately bolted into the air, jumping high in order to avoid the newly created chasms, only to be immediately forced back towards the ground again as a boulder larger than she was shot through the space she'd been in only a split second before.
Once on the ground, Flygon was immediately set upon by three of the Golem, each charging and grabbing at her with their stubby arms. With a quick twist of her body Flygon was able to avoid them, firing a brief burst of dragonfire in retaliation before she was suddenly thrown to the ground by a violent tremor in the mountain.
The Golem had no such issues, somehow retaining their balance despite the quakes, and with such a perfect opening, they blindly attacked at the prone dragon-type.
Year's worth of prior battles flashed through Flygon's mind in an instant, adrenaline flowed through her body and her instincts screamed at her to move. Most Pokemon would have been killed in this situation.
But Flygon was not most Pokemon.
With a sudden burst of power Flygon threw herself into the air once more, the blinding speed enabling her to dodge most of the incoming attacks.
Most, but not all.
There was a sickening snap, as one of the Golem pinned her tail under its body, bringing Flygon hurtling back to the ground just as quickly as she'd left it.
In a fit of desperation, Flygon charged a bright white orb between her jaws, sending a hyper-beam coursing through the air and tearing a large hole in the body of the Golem nearest to her.
The incredible attack kept going, however, travelling through the rock-type and connecting with the cave wall, blasting a large chunk from it and sending another series of tremors rumbling through the cave.
The steady trickle of pebbles and stones falling from the ceiling was suddenly replaced by larger and larger rocks falling from above, as the impacted wall began to groan and shift, collapsing in a flurried stream of earth and rock. Flygon desperately tried to shield herself from the burning avalanche, as several of the Golem were buried beneath a cascade of rubble.
As she was focused on avoiding being crushed, however, Flygon failed to notice one of her adversaries get close until she suddenly felt a stabbing sensation in her torso; one of the Golem had bitten down on her, cracking several of her ribs and drawing blood.
With an indignant cry, Flygon wreathed her good arm in energy and slashed her claws across the offending rock-type's face and throat, sending it staggering back towards the rock-slide, where it was caught beneath the flurry of earth and buried.
Sensing the opportunity to rid herself of even more opponents, Flygon darted forwards despite the terrible pain coursing through her, colliding roughly with two of the Golem and sending them hurtling into the rubble stream which quickly swallowed them up.
As the cave continued to shift and collapse, Flygon suddenly twisted and dodged to the side, causing a large rock which would have struck her to instead land squarely on top of another Golem which had lunged towards her, pinning the offending rock-type to the ground.
Then the tremors suddenly stopped once more, the rock-slide stopping in place and allowing Flygon a brief moment of respite as she quickly sized up the remaining Golem.
There were only four remaining, she could do this.
Then without warning, the large pile of rubble began to shift, Flygon looking on with horror as the mangled bodies of the previously-buried Golem began to emerge, pulling themselves free from the cave-in despite a myriad of injuries and debilitating wounds.
Flygon was so taken aback by the sight that she failed to notice the Golem she'd blasted with a hyper-beam rising beside her, uncaring of the large chunk of flesh which was now missing from its side, rendering the rock-type lopsided and wonky.
Flygon felt her vision go dark for a brief moment as she was stuck on the side of the head by a powerful blow, her protective red goggles cracking, and crimson blood starting to flow from her newly-formed head wound.
The dragon stumbled, before she was quickly caught by another strike; a stony fist slamming into her body, cracking another couple of ribs and causing her to cough up droplets of precious blood.
Flygon found herself unable to recover, as the possessed rocks began to beat down mercilessly upon her, bruising and breaking the dragon as she tried desperately to escape.
With a tremendous effort, Flygon managed to smash at the ground with her fist, causing an incredible quake to shake the cavern, larger than any that had come before it. The Golem were thrown off balance for a split second - just long enough for Flygon to dash towards the opening she'd first arrived through, making it just in time as the tunnel began to collapse and cave-in behind her.
With barely a second to spare, Flygon erupted from the ground with a powerful beat of her wings, the entrance sealing shut behind her as burning-hot earth shifted and filled in the hole.
As she attempted to fly further, Flygon's strength failed her, and she plummeted from the sky only a few feet from the now-closed tunnel system, landing painfully in a heap on the ground.
Flygon lay there for several moments, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to remain conscious. The dragon was battered, her bones were broken and her skin was burned and bruised. She was alive though, and hopefully the Golem were trapped in an earthen prison, unable to carry out Cofagrigus's horrifying plan.
Flygon fumbled for her satchel, desperately reaching for something to help ease the pain. Unfortunately for the dragon, her bag had been lost in the struggle, and all of her items with it.
She let out a pained groan, drawing a claw down her face and wincing as it upset the myriad of cuts and scrapes which now adorned her.
Then all of a sudden, Flygon heard something.
It was very faint, but completely unmistakeable.
The clear sound of digging, emanating from deep underground where the cave system had once been.
Flygon's eyes widened in realisation, and with an agonising effort she hauled herself to her feet, only to immediately stumble and collapse after a few steps- the burned appendages unable to support her.
Yet still she forced herself to stand once more, an intense drive and willpower guiding the dragon to her feet and allowing her to take slow, methodical steps as she desperately tried to hurry down the mountainside, now bathed in the light of sunrise.
She had to warn the guild.
Thirteen Golem, crushed by the mountain. They were going to bring disaster.
Henry lay on his bed, watching as the faint wisps of early morning sunshine started painting the inside of his room. The poor Mudkip had barely received a single moment's sleep, having been kept awake both by his own emotional state, and a series of random rumblings emanating from somewhere in the far distance.
He was exhausted, but in a twist of cruel irony, too tired to fall asleep.
Henry stayed there for a long while, watching as the sunlight lit more and more of his room, growing brighter and warmer as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky.
After a seeming eternity had passed, however, Henry frowned. There had been no call for the morning briefing, despite it being much later than he would have expected.
Henry rolled his eyes, thinking nothing of it and instead continuing to watch the patterns of sunshine arcing through the small window and across the walls of his room.
"WHERE IN THE DISTORTION ARE YOU ALL! I THOUGHT FLYGON TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THIS!"
Henry jumped with a start, the thunderous bellow catching him completely off guard and activating his fight-or-flight response.
Without even thinking, he quickly headed out into the barracks' main hallway, joining the procession of other bleary-eyed and confused apprentices as they headed out into the central courtyard.
Instead of Flygon, like they all expected, the guild apprentices instead found a very bored, yet annoyed looking Aggron towering over them all with disgust glinting in his one remaining eye.
"For whatever reason, Flygon has decided to not be here for this morning's briefing." The guildmaster started, as Henry fell neatly into formation, "So that means I have to fill in for that wretched insect, and do her job for her."
An uncomfortable murmur passed through the crowd, clearly disgruntled by the insult.
"I could not give a shit if you pass or fail as apprentices, frankly." Aggron continued, shooting a glare at the assembled Pokemon, "But there are things which I need to tell you all, so you don't cause any more damage to my castle."
Aggron's gaze lingered on Henry for a split second, before he continued:
"FIRST! The main keep is still strictly off-limits!" Aggron pointed an enormous steel arm in the direction of the towering structure. "If you go in there then I will rip your head off, no matter what Flygon says about it."
Aggron glared at the crowd, as if daring any of them to take him up on the threat.
"SECOND! There is building work happening over at that section of the castle!" Aggron pointed again, this time to the large section of wall which he'd destroyed the previous day, "Don't bother the construction workers, or you'll have your heads torn off."
Aggron paused, staring over the large crowd of very uncomfortable Pokemon.
"That's everything. You're all dismissed."
The apprentices looked at the great steel behemoth in a stunned silence, as he turned and prepared to leave.
"Um, Aggron! Guildmaster… sir…"
Aggron let out an audible grunt of irritation, before turning and looming over the plainly terrified Henry, who had spoken up.
"Yes, apprentice?" The steel-type growled, a dangerous undercurrent in his voice, "What exactly is important enough that you feel it necessary to waste my time like this?"
"Well, uh. I was, uh…" Henry swallowed, growing very pale under the guildmaster's furious gaze, "I was just wondering where Flygon might be, if she's not here. Its just that, um. Well I just needed to…"
Henry petered out slightly, his voice little more than a whisper by the time he'd reached the end of his sentence.
The courtyard fell into an uncomfortable silence, Aggron continuing to fix Henry with an unblinking, menacing gaze. Though behind the cruel mask there was a very slight hint of worry, expertly hidden through years of practice.
"No idea." Aggron said plainly, turning to leave before anyone could protest, "Hopefully dead, although I shouldn't have such wishful thinking."
The steel-type muttered something else, something incomprehensible, before disappearing inside of the off-limits keep, and leaving behind a small crowd of Pokemon muttering and gossipping amongst themselves.
"Well what do we do now?" A voice from amidst the pack asked.
"No idea…" Another responded.
"Does this mean we have a free day off?"
"I'm not sure Flygon would be too happy, if she heard about that…"
Henry tuned out the other Pokemon, instead becoming focused on a single, burning issue.
Flygon wasn't here.
The one Pokemon who could truly help him at the moment - the one individual who would potentially be able to solve his issues with Saurton, and she wasn't back - in fact if Aggron's reaction was anything to go off of, she could be in real danger.
Henry shook his head, unsure of what to do - Saurton wasn't back either, which was just as worrying to the poor water-type.
"Heya, Mudkip! You doing alright?"
Henry jerked slightly, a sudden slap on the back catching him off guard. He turned to see the familiar form of Whismur, giving him a wide smile.
"I, uh, noticed Bulbasaur isn't about." She said, her smile becoming much more sheepish, " And... well me and the others were wondering if you'd, uh, like to spend the day doing missions with us!"
Whismur threw her arms open in an inviting gesture, as if to punctuate her point - the normal-type's smile growing large once again.
Henry considered the offer for a brief moment, before noticing Voltorb, Chingling and Seedot all waiting patiently a short distance behind their teammate.
After another moment's pondering, Henry nodded his head; the faintest trace of a smile making its way onto his face as he wandered over to meet the rest of Team Cacophony.
If there was anyone other than Flygon who could help him here, it would be his friends - at the very least it may help him get his mind off of his current situation and back onto something more productive.
So with his mind made up, Henry and Team Cacophony headed out into the village; a day of rescues lying in wait for them.
A/N: Hello again everyone! I really wasn't expecting to have another chapter done so soon after the last one, but I got caught by a sudden blast of inspiration and wrote this entire chapter in two days lol.
I know my action scenes aren't very good, but I'm hoping this one wasn't too terrible. At the very least, its a form of practice for any future fights I may write.
Another thing I wanted to mention was the fact that I added the 'angst' tag (very edgy, I know). This is because I reread the story and couldn't help but notice that Saurton and Henry seem to get upset and depressed quite a lot lol. Hopefully the angst will be tuned down a bit as the story progresses, but I felt as though the tag ought to be there, at least for the minute.
Anyway! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I'll hopefully see you all again soon!
-Candlewick.
