We all walked down the final mountain of the range in complete silence. The view was unreal. I saw the forest that was waiting for us below and then beyond that I saw a vast expanse of water twinkling in the sinking sunlight. The horizon was a bright orange, with pink and purple streaks around the sun; the deep night sky was closing in around it making the first few stars visible.

We reached the bottom of the mountain ranges and paused at the tree line, unsure if we should venture in this close to nightfall.

"Well...," Singe spoke from behind us, we all turned to see him. I didn't realize he had stopped walking with us. "I guess this is the end," he looked down to his feet and kicked a rock.

"The end?," Theresa gasped.

"Well yeah, Shelia. I showed you through the tunnels like I said, I held my end . I don't want to impose on your lives anymore."

"Oh..," Theresa voiced got caught in her throat. "You don't have to do..."

"She's right," Jack said," You are welcome to travel with us. You've been nothing but helpful to us and it would be an honor to welcome you to our pack."

Singe looked up to him," Do you mean that?" he whispered.

"Of course," Chance barked happily," It would be heartless to make you go back through the mountains alone!"

"I...I don't know," he said reluctantly.

"Please...," Theresa begged," Please, come with us."

"What do you say ,Violet," Jack asked.

"Of course, the more the merrier," I smile.

"Well...OKAY!," he cheered, jogging up to us, " It'll be nice to be around good mates!"

"Do you think we should go in?," I ask the group.

"Naw, we should wait until the suns up," Singe spoke, turning back to the mountain. "We can sleep out here tonight, it's warm enough."

Slowly, we all turned from the trees and went back to the base of the mountain. We made a small camp fire and sat up half the night laughing and telling stories of our past. It was a great night to remember.

The next day we faced the tree line again, but now it looked different. Darker, spookier, creepier. It looked haunted and dangerous, like it would have poisonous plants and Zoroarks hiding in every possible space. I gulped down my paranoid thoughts and closed my eyes, remembering the image of last night. It was peaceful and calming to recall the bright sky with the night stars.

"Ready?," Chance leaned in and asked me.

I opened one eye and grinned," The real question is: are you ready?"

"Oh, I'm ready" he said smugly following Jack through the twisted vines blocking the path.

The canopy from the trees blocked almost all the sunlight, making the path dark and cold.

"This gives me the creeps," I heard Theresa complain.

"Don't worry, Shelia, I got you," Singe said.

"That's all I need," she giggled.

I was taken back by their open flirting, What happened while I was out?

The distant crow of a Madibuzz made me freeze, oh no. Mandibuzzes had terrified me since childhood, my sister used to tell me how they would come into my room at night and snatch me from bed, taking me to it's nest where I would my skin would be peeled from my bones. Jade! Why did you say that? Why? Why Mandibuzz? The image of their long sharp talons and long pointed beak sent shivers down my spine.

"You good, Vi?," Theresa was now right behind me, because I still had not moved.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just want to get out of this place."

"That makes two of us," she muttered.

The trail was long and winding, going left then right. I had a headache from the darkness and the constant giggling fits that erupted from Thersea and Singe after they kept whispering to each other. We had been walking all day, but I had no idea how long because I couldn't see the sun.

Chance stopped abruptly infront of me, making me run into his butt. "Chance, what the hell?"

"Shh," he said, perking his ears and listening. Jack stopped walking and perked his ears too, and Singe and Theresa finally shut up. The forest was quiet, there was no wind, no rustle in the trees, nothing.

"It's so quiet," Jack said suspiciously.

"Very quiet," Chance agreed.

"Foongus!," a small figure steps in front of Jack on the trail.

"Oh shit," Jack reared and kicked his front legs from the surprise.

"FOONGUS!," the pokemon shouted

"Fuck, that scared me," Jack was breathing rapidly," Shit."

"What is it!?," I asked peering around Chance to get a better view.

"It's a Foongus," Theresa told me," they are so cute! Like little babies you just want to squeeze and love forever."

"Whatever it is, it fucking scared me!," he turned to the culprit," Hey, yeah...uhm what do you want?"

"Foongus! Foo foo!," he bellowed.

"Yeah...uhm...okay. Sure," Jack said hesitantly.

The creature looked to his left, waiting. What is he waiting for?! Who is there?

My eyes bulged and my heart stopped when a human stepped through the trees and onto the path. He knelt down to the Foongus, talking to him; his voice was high and shrill, unlike most males. He is was short and that was all I could tell, it was so dark.

"Run!," Chance said in a low, calm tone.

"Run? I'm not leaving you!," I said surprised he would even tell me to go.

"Go! Go now!," he never turned to look at me, he kept staring at the human.

"Chance!," I tried to convince him.

"NOW!," he barked.

Before I could turn back down the trail, the human stood up and turned to Jack, speaking in his high voice in his confusing language. The hair on Chance's back stood up and he growled in his throat. Singe then pushed me behind him with Theresa, which then I pulled her into the buses on the side of the path. The bush was sharp from thorns and scratched from dead peeling bark. I could barely see anything, What are we gonna do?

I needed to know what was happening, so I used my move Sunny Day, and the light streamed through the trres onto the path, illuminating my view. The human was young, very young and had red spikey fur on his head, but nowhere else. He blocked the sunlight with his strange paw, shielding his face. His body is almost identical to the ones I saw with Chance. There is almost no difference!

The human continued to talk to the three remaining on the trail in his falsetto tone, droning on and on. Smirking while he did, showing his teeth, which were not sharp and in no way threatening. What a weakling!

"What is he saying?!," I whispered.

"I don't know," Theresa trembled," It doesn't sound good. Oh no!," she gasped

The boy now had stood behind his Foongus, the Pokémon was in a battle stance. No! Oh No!