It was my fault I got lost. It was my fault I was careless. Why are they blaming themselves?
I suppose I should explain. My story begins on an average desert day. The sky was clear – not good. I live in a group of Hippopotas – such as myself – and Hippowdon, and or species have the power over sandstorms and thrive best in them, but we need wind to create a sandstorm, which there was none of. Because deserts are mostly the same for miles, I ended up not knowing where I was going, since I couldn't just follow a sandstorm. The elders always warned us that a strange monster lurked in the desert. Not to mention, my curiosity often gets the better of me. So I ended up wandering away from the group, not even realizing I was lost for hours.
It was starting to get dark. Desert nights were very cold, and I wouldn't want to get caught alone here. There were Skorupi active here at night, and they could poison me. I had never been alone before. That night was the first time I was truly scared.
And on that night, I was getting worried when I heard a strange sound, like a cross between buzzing and singing. I looked around, trying to find where it was coming from, and I saw a small sandstorm. I started running towards it, thinking I had found my family group. Boy, I was wrong.
As I got closer to the sandstorm, I noticed a long-tailed, winged Pokémon. I'd heard stories of a Pokémon that looked like this, but I didn't know what its name was. Whatever it was, though, it was terrifying. I think it wanted me to get out of its territory now.
The Pokémon screeched at me. Its screech was ear-splitting, and caused me to cringe. It tried to scratch me with its huge claws, but it failed. It tried to strike me with its long tail, and it succeeded...
My world turned colder and darker than the desert night. And then…
"You're awake!"
The next thing I knew, I was in a different part of the desert. I opened my eyes, and was surrounded by my family group.
"What… happened?" I asked.
"We found you out cold near a big, scary Pokémon's territory!" It was a female Hippopotas who was younger than me.
"Children, children," said an old Hippowdon, "that Pokémon was a Flygon. It is a desert dragon that does not welcome strangers."
"I'm so sorry!" the Hippopotas exclaimed. "We didn't realize you were gone! There's so many in our group, it's hard to keep track of everyone!"
"We spent hours looking for you," said the Hippowdon. "We are sorry for losing you."
"I'm okay, I'm okay…" I said.
As I said, why are they blaming themselves? It was my fault for getting lost. It was my fault for being careless. I promise never to get lost like this again. I promise to be more careful. But I shouldn't doubt myself for this one incident.
I survived, and that's the important thing.