The Ranger Net Chronicles
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Manaphy
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Lucky last.
I have been on hiatus. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.
Note that Manaphy, though an intelligent egg, is an egg none the less, so the grammar in its speech is less than perfect.
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Floating.
I was floating.
So long, drifting, drifting.
With all the creatures of the sea.
My Mama's sea.
My sea, some day.
Mama always said I was more than an egg.
She sang to me, and told me stories about the world.
A world she said that I would someday see.
When I hatched.
If I hatched.
It was not unusual for objects of other regions to wash up on the shores of Summerland, but the egg that Cameron found was certainly an oddity, for as everyone knew, eggs cannot hatch in Fiore - Pokémon usually migrated to other regions to lay them. So what was that one doing all by itself? At any rate, there was something definitely odd about it. Why else would the Go-Rock Squad steal it?
I thought I was hatching.
The cool embrace of the sea left.
Replaced by warmth.
I turned in my shell.
To a voice that sounded like warmth.
It didn't sound like my mama.
She sounds like the sea - the waves and tides, the ebbs and flows.
The voice took me away from the warmth.
To a place that was neither warm nor cool.
Where other voices spoke up.
Then a lone voice.
It took me away.
More voices.
Bad voices.
They took me.
Took me away.
Solana first captured the Politoed, then used its powerful Soak field move to wake up the Graveller. The Rock-group Pokémon were easy to catch compared to some of her previous captures (Entei came to mind), but she felt different when catching them this time. With a sigh, she dismissed the thoughts and turned to the fleeing Go-Rock member, following him.
The strange voices seemed anxious.
Did I do something bad?
Or did they?
Someone…someone was calling.
Saying my name.
Saying to give me back to them.
That I do not belong to them.
I belong to no-one - my mama always told me that.
But these voices are fighting because of me.
Mama would hate me if she knew that I was causing fights.
Oh, I wish I were home…
Her next opponents were a quadruplet of Rattata - again, an easy capture, but there was definitely something about this mission. Something that made even an insignificant capture like some Zubat seem more worthwhile that it usually would.
The someone was back.
Silencing Pokémon that were angry.
Stopping the fight.
Here to help?
I did not know.
I could not see.
Only hear, and feel.
Maybe her maternal instincts were getting to her, she thought as she captured a Swellow and used it to confuse the Go-Rock Squad members - only idiots would use mushrooms that resemble Parasect to mark out pathways. She followed them around, until she came to what seemed to be her final battle - versus two Scyther and a powerful Venusaur, keeping one watchful eye on the tranquil egg that one grunt clutched. However, once she had calmed down the enraged Pokémon, the two grunts fled, taking the Egg with them. Furious, Solana gave chase.
A voice like my Mama's.
Spoke angrily.
Yelling.
I didn't like it.
I could hear sad Pokémon.
That made me sad.
I hummed to show my sadness.
The cries stopped.
I was moved.
Fast.
I could not cry, could not attack, could not stop them.
They had fled. The cowards! Solana, enraged by the cruelty of the Go-Rock Squad, ran full-pelt at the criminals, tears streaming from her eyes.
She caught up.
It didn't matter.
Gordor had beaten her to it.
All was lost.
But he did a most unexpected thing.
He twisted the arm of the man he used to employ, causing the beautiful cobalt egg to fall with a dull thud on the floor of the forest path.
Old voice.
Worn, like my Mama's, but rough sounding.
It ordered my captor to let me go.
He did.
I fell.
But then the voice that sounded just like my Mama's caught me and took me away.
To a place where it was not warm or cool, but just right.
Where they would talk to me.
It made me happy.
And then they sang.
Just like my Mama…
Solana smiled as Professor Hasting's assistant sang a final lullaby to the Manaphy egg as it was transferred to Sinnoh, to a male trainer called Lucas, who promised to keep in contact regarding the egg. She would miss the little thing…
Take me to the sea. Take me to my…my Mama…
Mana, mana, Manaphy.
Dream, dream and gently sleep.
Mana, mana, Manaphy.
The darling princess of the sea.
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This chapter is really choppy, and probably hard to follow, but …yeah. All I knew, well before I started the Deoxys chapter, was that I wanted to end the four-parter with the lullaby that is sung to the Egg.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has reviewed so far - Kitty, Kaneko, and DragonGirl, I might not have finished this without you!