The mystery of the crown of Arceus

Chapter 6

Heatran

-Fly, Darkrai, fly! - Cresselia yelled, and the fastest legendary in the world exited from Aggron's workshop and shot himself where Heatran, the metal- recycling Legendary.

In middle of his swift flight, Darkrai wondered why he cared so much to rescue Arceus' crown. "What if I'm too late? What if Heatran already melted that pile of junk?" he thought. "I already have two Pokémon which I can link to the crown's disappearance. Ariados and Aggron"

With all security, Arceus wouldn't banish him once he heard what Ariados and Aggron had to say.

With everything, Darkrai continued his swift flight in way to Heatran's workshop and told himself he did this because it would be easier to entirely clear his name if he found the crown. Or would he rather… care for that thing, that crown that was one of the most ancient and appreciated treasures of the Pokémon world?

Heatran's metal recycling workshop was located in the northern hall and, in his race; Darkrai opened the door and entered without knocking first.

In the other side of the workshop, a surprised Heatran looked interrupting his job, which consisted in throwing aluminum and copper scraps and shavings into a large tank full of melted metals.

-Stop! - Darkrai yelled- stop doing whatever you are doing immediately!-

Heatran took off his goggles from sea crystal and wiped them with his overalls.

-But what's wrong with you?- he asked Darkrai with all calm of the world, as he put on his goggles.

Heatran was one of those Pokémon that always looked on the good side of things. Even in the most desperate of situations he always saw hope, the same mode he aw beauty even in the most insignificant piece of iron, no matter that was so bent or rusty. Heatran was passionate about turning any dispossession in a pretty object. And there were many things there for example: the poke-mobile next to his window, the lamp over his work table, all made with metallic junk.

Heatran, also, thought that al hard or bad situations could become good situations: a glass was never half- empty but half full. So when Darkrai began to search like crazy in the metallic crap which heatran was in process of melting, he tried to calm him down.

-Whatever it is, Darkrai, you have my support, but at least, tell me what is about- he told him

Just then, Cresselia arrived, slightly drowned, and looked at Darkrai that was throwing a copper piece for above and behind his shoulder in that instant. The piece fell to the floor with a smash.

-Arceus crown!- Darkrai snapped –have you seen it?-

Heatran shook his head

-No, Darkrai, I haven't seen it- Heatran said very calm – what makes you think it could be here? - And now referring to Cresselia, added with sweetness-: hi Cresselia, are you wit Darkrai?-

Despite Heatran was surprised by the fact that Cresselia came with Darkrai, he didn't say anything.

Darkrai left his desperate search, let out a frustration sigh and repeated impatiently, one by one the words that Aggron had said, namely, that heatran had picked up his junk the day before.

Heatran nodded

-It's true-. He said – everyday I pick up Aggron's junk. Yesterday I came, separated it and then I began to melt some pieces.

Cresselia saw how Darkrai bent threatening over heatran.

-and are you completely sure you didn't find anything unusual mixed with the metal and junk? - Darkrai asked – think well, bud. The crown could be wrapped in a black velvet bag—

Upon hearing this, heatran gave a jerk

-Velvet? - Heatran said with a lit face- yes, I did find a velvet piece in the pile!-

Then, he smiled and gave Darkrai some pats in the back, to continue encouraging him-.

-As you can see, we will soon resolve this mess-

-Stop saying nonsense! - Darkrai snapped again impatiently and, stepping away form heatran, added-: simply tell me what you did with it!-

Heatran sighed. What a negative Pokémon Darkrai was! And followed act walked to a small door in the bottom of the workshop. Cresselia and Darkrai followed him.

-And well, I had no idea it was a bag- heatran explained- and I didn't fell there was anything inside. However, Arceus' crown might be the lightest and most delicate object that was ever made. Maybe because of that I thought it was a bit of surplus material that nobody needed. I was sure I could use it for something, but it had various rust stains, because it was spinning in all that junk.

Finally, heatran opened the small door in the wall that gave to a metallic chute that descended into total darkness.

-so I threw the bag to the conduct where I throw the washing clothes- he said