It turned to sunset in a blink of an eye, and Alverad still hasn't decided yet...
"Have you decided yet?" asked the lady.
She flinched,"Oh, it was you, mother. I thought it was dad. I still haven't decided yet and its getting pretty late..."
"I wouldn't be surprised. You were always so hesitant in doing things... Unlike some other gentlemen I know."
Both of them laughed, soon coming down to a silence.
"Well, you better hurry. Your dad will become impatient if you don't decide quickly."
"I know. I know. Just- give me more time to think this over..."
"Okay, I'll let you be." and then, the lady left.
There must be more choices, thought Alverad. There can't just be Tauros and Bouffalant, there are over hundreds of Pokemon! She turned to stare at the forest. There must be more Pokemon, though how many? Why can't I pick from that category... Shoot I'm getting side tracked! My only choice is Bouffalant and Tauros, what should I pick? Well, lots of my brothers already picked Tauros', then that mean I should pick Bouffalant-
A scream pierce the air and made Alverad jump. She dashed to the front of the house, as fast as her two little feet could take her. She stopped to see her father laying face down on the stone road- surrounded by her brothers and her mother, along with Stoutland.
"What happened here?" said Alverad.
Her dad made an attempt to to turn around on his back, but cringed in pain when he did. He laid down again in a stiff position.
"My leg-" he rasped.
"Oh Alverad!" began the lady," Your father has been hit! Hit in the leg! Hit hard! It came running down with no control! Like an angry Groudon! I never saw a terrifying beast like that. It's eyes had hunger, hunger for dueling and fighting! Your dad could've defeated it but he wasn't prepared! Oh Alverad it was terrible!"
"Mom, slow down! What hit father exactly?"
"Oh it was a huge, huge Bouffalant! Not one of ours! Never seen one like that ever! It was a mahogany Bouffalant-"
"A mahogany Bouffalant? Now that is impossible!"
"No, it was!" interrupted Finn," I saw it with my very own eyes! Its coat was a beautiful dark brown mahogany!"
The man rolled and groaned to remind them that he was still in pain, his leg was bleeding.
"Father is still in pain-"
"Oh please, Alverad!" pleaded the lady,"Your father is in such a terrible condition and he needs treatment right away! Your brothers won't go to get the herb because their too afraid in encountering that Bouffalant again, and I need to take care of your father. Oh please, oh please, won't you help your father?"
The boys along turned away, pretending to not hear the conversation. Father was still in such agony, that she had to go.
"Okay, mom, I will go- but herbs are extremely expensive-"
"Alverad, just take the whole wallet and give anything to save your father's wound. Just GO!"
Alverad ran back into the house and grabbed the lady's wallet and ran back out, running for the closest pharmacist.
But the pharmacy was five blocks away! She sprinted anyway, not going as fast as she would like it to. She then made it and ran to the pharmacist.
"Hello, ma'm, how can I help you-"
She thrust the wallet in front of the pharmacist,"Do you have a herb the treats injured areas of a leg?"
The pharmacist was in surprise," Are you in a rush ma'm-"
"DO YOU HAVE A HERB THAT TREATS LEGS?"
He only panicked, seeing his customer clearly being in a stressed situation- immediately grabbed the spiky herbs and gave them to her.
"That will be 25000 poke dollars-" she handed him the money and took the herbs in a rush.
She stepped out of the store, and was immediately introduced to rain. She sprinted back home along the river, running down the road, foot after foot. Her head was numb and her throat rasped for air. Her hands were cold and the wallet was slipping. She heard a cry.
Across the river was an Abra, the poor thing was cold and stranded on the other side with no one else- Spearow were pecking at it and dug their sharp beaks into the little Abra.
"Hey! Knock it off!" she yelled.
The birds ignored her, continually pecking the poor creature. She put her items down and jumped into the river without any thoughts. Great, I'm not good at swimming. She had trouble keeping her head up in the water- and the river was icy cold and was mean when the water pushed waves over her. She gasped for air and continued to swim, stoke after stroke after stroke. She pushed herself along the water and reached the other side, pushing away the Spearow that were beginning to peck at her. She pulled herself up and kicked at them.
"You naughty pests! Not only ruining crops but hurting other Pokemon!" she shooed them away and picked up the Abra, bruised and cut around the shoulders and legs. "Poor thing..." she heard a squawk and shifted her gaze at the Spearow, they picked away money in the wallet and grabbed the herbs. They picked up everything and left, cawing and laughing.
Oh no.
To Be Continued...