After tying the last wooden sticks together, I had finished it. It was a simple square-shaped structure, somewhat resembling a house, but it was a hell of a lot better than what Blair had to live in before. She was down on the beach earlier, so I should go get her. I haven't told her about it yet, mainly because I wanted it to be a surprise gift. She deserved it; after all, she was the reason I had a (well, something like a) roof over my head. How long had I been here? A week? Maybe two? Well, I could tell it had been a little while, at least. My skin color had changed from its traditional white to a lighter orange. I, in fact, wouldn't have noticed if Blair hadn't told me.
Now that I think about it, my life has improved ten-fold since I came here. No longer is it centered on futile matters such as the release date of a new game, but it is focused more on the sociability of the Pokémon around me and helping them. It makes me feel good in a way or two. Eventually, the beach did come into site, and I saw Blair hanging out with Dante. I walked up to the two nonchalantly.
Dante greeted me, "Lo brave fisherman. Doest though desire require the deepest riches of the ocean?"
"Oh, Ha-ha," I replied, "You're hilarious. What are you two up to?"
"Me? Same as always. Chilling on the beach."
"Is there anything else you do? Seriously, doesn't the beach get really old after a while?"
He pondered on the idea for a moment, "No, not really. Why?"
"Just curious." I said, "Hey, Blair, do you have a moment."
As though she was awoken from a daze, Blair responded, "Um, yes. Yeah, I do. What is it?"
"Just follow me."
Dante kept nudging her elbow while making sounds that sounded like Hmm. She proceeded to scold him almost in a shut-up sort of manner, and then followed me. Once we were fairly close, I told her to let me cover her eyes. She kept asking why, and stating that I had better not try to do anything funny. She practically collapsed when she saw it. She was shocked that I had made it.
"Why would you do this? I don't deserve this. You didn't have to. Seriously, I was fine before. Really." She kept on slurring her words. She did calm down after a few minutes. Then she told me her actual opinion. She had loved it.
My mid-morning slumber was interrupted by a violent trembling of the earth. I jumped to my feet and looked around. Somehow, Blair was still asleep. What was that? The grounded shook again. I ran over to the nearest tree and climbed to the top. Over in the distance, there was a large mass of smoke rising from the surface. I slid back down the tree and sprinted in the direction of the dark cloud.
A massive fissure had opened in the earth, and parts of the forest had been lit on fire. Many different Pokémon were attempting to subdue the fire, while others stood looking into the earth with their faces portraying pure terror. Small Pokémon, children, were trapped at the bottom. Most of them injured, badly. I could see the agony in their faces from here. My heart began beating ferociously against my chest. I began climbing down the slope of the crevice. I began speeding up too much, my momentum outweighing my control. I dug my hands into the ground, and the gravel pulled at the flesh, slowly tearing it up.
Once I had reached the bottom, my hands throbbed and bled. There were only two at the bottom. One of them was a Kirlia, whose legs were oddly bent and probably broken; the other was a Pidgey with a broken wing. Both of them were almost entirely unconscious. I carefully carried the pair on my shoulders and began painfully crawling back to the top of the cavern. At this point, my hands were covered with blood and dirt. I kept watching the edge, seeing the concerned faces of Pokémon peering over to see every gruesome moment of the climb. They began to lower a jungle rope over the edge and down to me, which I happily accepted. I pulled myself closer and closer to the top. Once I was within their range, they each grabbed us and pulled us onto the flat ground. My vision faded slowly into a gray mist as I stared up at the sky, lying on my back.
Once I had woken back up, I was in my decent little encampment again. Surprisingly, there was no blood to be seen on my hands, but my shorts (which were previously pants) were torn badly, though not entirely because of my little "adventure". I looked more closely at my hands. They were moderately scarred, but they were healed, for the most part.
"Eloise fixed you up good, don't worry." I looked to see that it was Blair, but something was wrong. She never talked so seriously. "Ate wants to see you. He says it's urgent." I sighed quietly to myself, and stood up. And I began walking to his little cave of solitude.
How's it going so far? By the way, some characters that weren't even introduced by name will come back later. Much, much later. Also, if you were unable to tell, it is quite prominent that Ate urgently requests to see someone. Trust me. Well, what's your opinion of the writing style so far? How about the story? Does my grammar suck to you? I don't mind being told, at least, when I'm told in a relatively intelligent manner.