Returning to the present day... (2.3)
Emma groaned, feeling hot and sweaty... and incredibly thirsty. She opened her eyes, and promptly shut them again. Feirce, unrelenting afternoon sunlight beat down upon her, giving her the answer to why she felt so hot.
Rolling over, she reached the long, now slightly faded shadow of the nidoyenabatooler's wings, and sighed, as she got to her feet, thinking about an icy glass of iced H2O. She looked around, getting her bearings...
And her skull nearly collided with the shade-giver's head.
"wha...What?" Emma said, speechless. The once proud, granite face of Nidoyenabatooler had warped into a snarling, fang-bared, furious fashion.
She backed away, then fled back to her base. Not even noticing that everyone was still missing.
Panting from the heat and exertion when she clambered into the tree she had decked out, she took a long drink from the barrel of water in the corner, not even bothering to get her mug, then proceded to dunk her head in the cool liquid.
Shaking her head and upper body rather canidly, a momentary flash of dosens of rainbows flickered through the air, as water droplets went flying.
Sinking to the ground, she recalled that weirdass dream she had had when she dozed off under the figures wing. "Well... I havent been licking Politoeds..." she muttered to herself, randomly recalling how the only way Politoeds existed was through the generations of only being evolved to Poliwrath, the fighting type being able to survive the planet, and how they were finally, yet sporadically, being evolved to Politoed once more... plus another random fact that Politoeds secreted a slime that gave a high to anyone that licked it, and were a choice peice of prey for avian hunters.
That left only two options - she was dreaming, and it was just a freakyass dream, or... it ws a true account of someting that happened nearly a millenia ago? Emma opted for the dream.
"thats what it was... Just a dream. A weird, nonsensical dream." she convinced herself, however weakly. All this weird stuff happening to her - Zardtodileon... The villagers dissapearing... The hallusination... It must he a sheer coincidence.. but then -- whoever heard of such a thing?
Paws drifted to the device she had casually tossed to the floor earlier. "Why won't you start?" she asked it, tiredly. The thing.. did nothing. She put the device down, and went over to her hammock, which was strung in a corner. Snuggling into it, hand/feet/paws tucked underneath her, a handy trait still retained from her Pokemoprh heratige, she yawned widely, slightly pointed teeth bared for a mament, and, without knowing how, she fell asleep, remembering no dreams, except for one...