|Descent into the Unown
Author: Lunasca PM
Attacked and hunted a young Totodile flees into the night, running for his life. His brother is missing, and he is wanted dead. He doesn't know why. He must escape to survive. as he descends into the Unknown, one young Pokemon will discover that anothers revenge can destroy hundreds of lives. He must rise up if he wants to live. (set to change)Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Totodile/Waninoko - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,050 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-20-13 - id: 8926434
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
I half slid, half fell all the way to the lake. Pebbles and dirt followed, splashing to loud into the once still water. I lay at the edge, buried belly down in water weeds, but I remained very, very still. Ghost's can sense fear, and I'm pretty sure a Sneasel would spot movement before I could get to deeper water. I felt bruised and scratches stung my sides, turns out scales can't protect from sharp claws. I still had my bell though, clutched tightly in my paw to muffle the jingle.
Yanma buzzed across the water nearby and the sun was too hot against my back. At last I lifted my head to look up the bank, if there were Yanma and warmth there couldn't be any ghosts. I had felt the clearing go icy when they appeared. As if they had sapped the life out of the plants.
"We're safe," I whispered, my voice making me start and a nearby Yanma took off low over the water in a terrified buzz. yet it wasn't the answer I had been wanting, I twisted my head to look for my little brother. "Whirl?"
I can't remember when I had let go of his paw, but I had thought he had still been behind me, I was sure he had. He wasn't stupid, he wouldn't of turned back towards the ghosts. No, he would of taken off to the other side of the bank, towards Mahogany town. He would be safe there, I had to believe he had went there. If nothing else the humans would keep him safe.
Dragging myself deeper into the water I let myself drift along the surface, twisting my body under briefly until I was cool again, water running along my scales, over my eyes and nose. twice my reflection startled me as I looked about, eyes narrowed and mouth taut with strain and fear, a trio of wicked slashes over my nose.
Lake Rage rang with the song of birds, Yanma flashed red and green across the lake surface resting on the tops of trees that grew in the water. I flicked my tail twisting myself towards the opposite shore glad for once that the water was high. It meant the Sneasel couldn't follow me, it would have to go round the long way. I wasn't sure about Ghost's, could they fly over water?
I swam until the sun rode west, shadows turning the water black and somewhere far of the familiar loud splash of a Gyarados made me scramble ashore. Usually those great dragons left me alone, but they had tempers quick to flare and I wasn't up for a battle.
I glanced round, night was coming in quick and it had taken me longer than usual to reach this side. Would Whirl know to wait? Did he find safety? I had to believe he was alright, he was tough, we both were. You had to be growing up alongside Lake Rage.
My stomach growled and I flinched, I was too tired to try and catch a Magikarp and berries didn't grow near here. I would have to wait until I got closer to the town. I knew Apricorn's grew alongside a small fresh water pond there, they weren't the best but they were edible. Shaking off the feeling of being watched I set off, keeping to the lightest of the path. Only Ghost's hid in the shadows and I didn't want to be caught unawares.
Route 43 was dark, a half moon picking out the smooth water of the odd pond, the pale sandy path that twisted through tall grass and trees. Twice I had seen a Noctowl circle, hunting and I kept to the tree cover, keeping so low my belly scratched the grass. I was tired and lonely and I didn't like being this far from the Lake.
I jumped as something rustled in the nearby grass and I bared my teeth, feeling the chill of an icy wind stir in my belly. I was glad my father had been an Empoleon, he had passed down ice moves and other useful techniques to me and Whirl. It was the only reason we had survived so long on our own.
The grass fell silent again and I relaxed, the chill departing though it had left my tongue numb and I made a face as I came to the edge of the pond, berry bushes half empty. Crawling into the shade of the nearest I reached up and plucked the least eaten berry and bit into it. Juices flooded my mouth and I was never so glad to eat in my life. Before long I had ate four more and was licking my paws clean, using the water to get the last of the stickiness off.
I looked ahead, to where lights glittered, Mahogany town. I was still a way off and it was too dark to risk making it before dawn. Night was the time for Ghost's and if that Sneasel was still out I was safer tucked up out of sight and pray they miss me in their hunt.
"Hold tight Whirl," I murmur burying my nose under my tail. The scratches sting slightly, and I rub them with one paw irritably before closing my eyes. Tomorrow I will find Whirl and we will get somewhere safe.