The mystery of the crown of Arceus
Chapter 8- the Crowns
Swampert had no idea of who could have used the same cart after her, but what she had was a new piece to add to the puzzle.
-Yesterday many Water- type Pokémon were dedicated to wash and blend the tablecloths for the party of the Day of The Creation- Swampert remembered – and all clean and well blended tablecloths and napkins placed them in the carts. Then the Pokémon in charge of the preparatives and decoration came to pick them up. Maybe one of them picked up the cart with the bag inside… hidden under the clean tablecloths?-
Cresselia thanked Swampert for her help, but was already going towards the door.
-hey, Darkrai, wait for me! - Cresselia yelled, hovering swiftly behind the ghost Pokemon.
Darkrai, filled with rage, waited for her in the exit door.
-We've already spent all the morning in this and we're not even close to finding the crown!-
Cresselia smiled and gave Darkrai some pats in his back
-Of course we're closer. - Cresselia told him trying to cheer him up- in fact, I think we are over the trail. Bit by bit we've been tying ends. We have almost resolved the mystery. Even more, Darkrai- Cresselia added, her pink eyes shining with excitement –and you have to admit, it has been fun-
Darkrai gave a nasty pout with his lips and mid- closed his eyes to stare at Cresselia. Then, without any words, he turned and shot himself directly to the stairs. However, before he did, Cresselia seemed to see a little glow in Darkrai's eyes.
The Pokémon in charge of the preparatives and decorations of the celebration were in the tea room. When these Pokémon were not busy preparing some great party, dedicated themselves to help the cooking Pokémon. When Darkrai and Cresselia entered the tea room, some of them were placing the tables for lunch. Others got trays out and kitchen plates to place them in the buffet table.
Cresselia's stomach growled with hunger. She knew very well that, in what remained of the evening, they probably wouldn't have the chance to eat. So she swallowed a piece of strawberry sponge that was already on the buffet.
Followed act, with her mouth still fill, Cresselia saw Darkrai was speaking with Roserade, a Grass- type Pokémon that helped with the celebrations. Cresselia hovered closer and could hear Darkrai's question.
-excuse me, baby. Is it possible that you had found a black velvet bag in the middle of your preparatives for yesterday's celebration? Apparently it lost between the tablecloths.-
In that moment, Roserade was busy placing the cutlery in a table and, without even lifting her head, replied:
-You mean the velvet bag with the Crown inside?-
Darkrai and Cresselia couldn't believe what they just heard. Did Roserade know where the crown was? In that case, why hadn't she told anything during the emergency meeting?
Darkrai spoke first:
-Yes, yes! - He exclaimed – just that crown! Well, Roserade, where is it?-
Roserade finally lifted her head, surprised of Darkrai's agitation.
-well, we got the crown out of the bag and threw it in the storage along with the other crowns- Roserade said with all world's naturally.
Now Darkrai and Cresselia couldn't get out of their confusion
-What other crowns? - Cresselia asked
-The crowns for the party- Roserade answered, then she placed the spoons in a pile over the table and indicated Darkrai and Cresselia to follow her- come and I will show you-
Going out of the tea room, Roserade led them to the great dining hall, where the party could have taken place the night before. A bow of balloons still adorned the entrance to the room. The tables were still covered with golden tablecloths of spinarak web lace. Everything ready for a party that never took place.
In a corner at the bottom of the dining hall was a small door that could be read STORAGE. Roserade walked right over there, opened it and stood back so that Darkrai and Cresselia could enter first.
The room was barely illuminated by the natural light that came in from a small window very high in the wall. At first sigh, Darkrai and Cresselia could only distinguish the imprecise shadow of piles of things piled over the floor.
But when the pupils adjusted better to the light, the shapes were getting more and more clear.
In front of them were piles and piles of shining crowns… and each one of them looked exactly like Arceus'!