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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Guardians of Balance

StolenMadWolf

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POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON
GUARDIANS OF BALANCE


ALWAYS AUDACITY
CHAPTER XVIII – AWAKENING THE GIANT

There was only one tunnel for the two rabbit Pokémon to follow, twisting and turning deeper into the earth. The faint red glow had started to grow even brighter as they descended, probably more magna being Sam's guess. He just had to hope that it didn't start creeping through the cracks.

Or the water for that matter. After a few more minutes of making their way further down, a light mist of foggy air greeted and enveloped the pair. He tried to take in a breath, only to feel nothing flow into his lungs. At least it wasn't the same kind of steam that erupted in tune with the earthquake and shot Emrys out of the sky. But if there was water down here, then they only had to be even more careful.

At the very least, as long as the path didn't split apart, they should be able to find Aidan at the end of this.

Alice led the way in near total silence, the Buneary's eyes focused purely on the path ahead. Whilst she wasn't exactly sprinting, she was keeping a rapid enough pace to keep Sam's focus on moving forward.

A part of him wanted to tell her to slow down, but in truth he didn't want her too. Any moment they took to slow down or halt could only allow for Aidan and Dan to get further away or to put them into greater danger.

It was only when the ground shuddered under their feet did Alice stop, body stiffening as to brace herself for the full force of the aftershock. Sam leaned against the tunnel wall, his heart starting to race… only for the shock to just as quickly fade away.

Clenching his fist, he pushed himself away from the wall. "Don't tell me we're going to get another quake…" Sam started with a grunt.

Alice didn't reply, already starting to hop on ahead. Shaking his head, Sam set off after her. "Look, if we're going down there together, the least we can do is communicate."

One of the rabbit's ears twitched, "I will when necessary."

"And the quakes aren't enough of a problem?"

"We can't control them. So why bother worrying about them?" Alice countered, stepping over a small boulder before continuing onwards. "All we can focus on is what's ahead."

"And if another quake hits?" Sam grumbled.

"Then we'll deal with it."

He bared his buck-teeth. "Deal with it? 'Dealing' with this hasn't gone well."

"Still means we can't just stop an earthquake dead. Just try and keep up."

She began to bounce further on ahead, and Sam broke out into a jog to keep up with her. It was painful to admit, but Alice did have a point. Neither of them had any real power to control the earth. The best they could do was crack open a few cracks in the walls at best.

They pressed further onwards, the temperature beginning to rise even more. Sam began to sweat, even as they passed through the steam cloud and back into open air. He wiped his brow, eyes switching between the path ahead and Alice herself. The fellow rabbit Pokémon was also struggling with the heat, a few little streaks of sweat on her brow that was more obvious than what Sam had. But she didn't even seem to slow down at all, and Sam struggled to keep pace. Did she go this fast with Nia and Dan?

Minutes more passed and the tunnel opened up before them, and it was only then Alice finally slowed and allowed Sam to pull up alongside her. A truly cavernous chamber opened up before them, with the walls rising high up into darkness. The red glow was even brighter than ever, enough that it actually appeared more orange to yellow, coming up from the bottom of the walls.

Sam stepped out onto the rocky floor, his eyes flitting around the chamber. A low throb seemed to resonate in the air, and his ears could make out the faint hiss of steam. The ground shivered underneath them again, threatening another quake. An unseen rock cracked as it bounced of another, and with the echoing sound, Sam's heart pounded that little bit harder. "We better find them and quick." Sam started, eyeing a set of pillars that rose up towards the far wall.

Alice nodded, scanning the entire room but otherwise remaining silent. Sam stepped further on ahead towards the pillars, noting their increasing height one after the other.

"I don't see them." Alice noted behind him. "If the earthquake hit them around here, anything could have happened."

Sam shook his head, "They'll be around, maybe there is another pat-"

Alice's hand tightened round the jacket he wore and yanked him hard back. "What th-!"

He managed to catch himself from falling onto his backside, staying upright. "Case in point." She stated, "Watch your step."

Sam's eyes drifted down to find a sheer drop just a few inches away from his feet. Cautiously, he took another step towards the edge and peered over the edge. The heat instantly hit him, and even as a fire-type, it was enough to make him recoil. Dozens of metres below him, the glowing pool of magma simmered and bubbled round the base of the pillars. It's almost as if the entire room just collapsed…

"The aftershock might have been the final push here." Alice mused. "Sam. You won't want to hear it, but they are probably already gone."

The Scorbunny stepped back, growling at her. "Geez – we can't give up so soon! They could have been on the other side of this and-"

"You'll be risking our lives staying here." the Buneary interrupted, her eyes narrowing.

Sam's fist clenched, heat rushing through his chest, albeit it was disguised by the warmth of the chamber. Alice was just giving up on them. Damn it Alice… I know you don't want attachments, but you can't just be sweeping everyone under the bus!

"I'm not just turning back now." Sam snapped, his voice rising. "Now I can't se-"

"H-Hey! Can you two stop arguing like an old married couple and give us a hand!?"

Sam's ears snapped round just as one of Alice's sprung up. The anger vanished, Sam turned back towards the pillars, rising one after the other towards the far wall and getting taller each time. Those aren't pillars… they're old steps!

Looking past the last pillar, a blue shape poked itself into view on what Sam finally recognised as another ledge higher up.

Aidan.

Sam let out a gigantic grin at the sight. He's alive! Wait, is he-

"Aidan!" Sam shouted, "Are you alright!?"

Aidan crept further to the edge, revealing himself fully to appear unhurt. "I'm fine! Dan's alright too but he's pretty shaken up! Did you find everyone else?!"

"Yeah! They're okay for now!" Sam replied.

Alice cupped her hands together round her mouth, "Nia's gone up to the surface to find some help! How the hell are you two still alive!?"

The Froakie shifted, "Dan was stuck up here, but when the aftershock hit it brought the stairs down! I think the outcrop's made of sterner stuff!"

"Do you think you can get down!?" Sam replied.

"I can make the jump but Dan can't on his own! Even if I assist him, he won't make it!"

Sam glanced over at Alice, the other rabbit already sharing the same look as he did. A look which screamed, 'Yeah, this isn't great, but we're going to have to help with this.'

Alice responded first, "Wait there! We'll come to you!"

She took a few steps, eyes shifting between edge of the lava pit and the first tower. "Try and keep up." She said again, this time with barely a hint of emotion as she broke into a sprint. Sam could only pull himself out of the way as Alice bounded into the air and across the gap. She grabbed onto the edge of the first pillar, her feet briefly kicking in the air before pulling herself up.

Oh ****… Sam thought, already missing a heartbeat as he peered back down at the lava bubbling below. Oh ****…

With an audible gulp, he took a few steps back, swallowed a breath of warm air… and ran for the edge. With a boot of his feet, Sam flew into the air, rapidly closing on-

He cried out as he grabbed hold of the rock, his feet slipping on the wall as his hands tightened to grip onto what he could. Gritting his teeth, his toes managed to find purchase and he pulled himself up on top of the first pillar with a grunt. Shakingly, he rose to his feet as Alice was readying herself for the next jump. "Great. Now we have someone scared of heights."

Sam immediately jerked upright. "W-What!? I'm not-"

Alice already leapt forward towards the next pillar, Sam nearly following her before stopping himself short of the edge. He peered back down into the pit and picked up its warmth, and once more, he gulped. Pondering how far down it was, how helpless-

He backed away from the edge, shaking his head. Okay… just… don't think about the fall.

One by one, one stressful jump at a time, Sam and Alice moved from pillar to pillar like a set of stepping stones. Some of the jumps were pretty straight forward, from the top of one to another. Others were riskier, forcing the two to grab hold of craggy sides of the towers, struggling to grip on to the handholds they could get. Sam felt he was going to slip and fall into the lava below, his heart racing every time his hand or feet slipped free. But he managed to hold on and clamber back towards the top.

With one final leap, Sam bounced for the final outcrop. His foot slipping underneath him, Sam's arms flailed, trying to regain his balance, only for a white hand to grab hold of one arm and pulling him onto the outcrop. "I've got you buddy!" Aidan declared; a big grin written across his face as the Scorbunny stepped onto the outcrop. Sam could only grin back, only to cry out when Aidan clapped him hard on the back. "I knew you wouldn't be dead!"

"Aidan, I've had my head knocked in so many times, I'm fairly sure I'm secretly part Steel-type." Sam joked, feeling a little chuckle escape his throat. The Froakie's grin only grew even bigger, only to suddenly vanish as his eyes narrowed and drifted to look past Sam. "Though I wish-"

A flicker of movement flashed in the corner of Sam's eye. "Aidan. You're still kicking." Alice said, almost struggling to prevent a hiss from escaping her mouth.

Aidan himself seemed barely hide his expression, his lips twisting downwards. "I can see the same with you."

Sensing blood rush up this face, Sam angrily shook his head. "Err… less word shivs please?"

Alice crossed her arms, eyes still fixed on the Froakie. "Fine. Where is Dan?"

His features softening, Aidan stepped aside to reveal Dan propped up on a rock, his body shivering as his eyes flicked back and forth. He nibbled on a little nut panickily, one foot tapping on the hard surface where he sat.

"At least he's lucid." Alice mused. "And unhurt."

"Yeah." Aidan confirmed, "Even if he was fully focused, I can't get him to fully cross the pillars on my own."

"We can take it in turns." Sam confirmed, "If one of us helps launch him, another can catch him."

Froakie dragged one of his back feed across the ground, tugging at his mane. "I can launch him myself, being a frog and all. But catching is a different matter."

"I'll catch him." Alice confirmed, popping one ear up and down as if to confirm her intention. "I've had practice."

"You're a Buneary." Aidan stressed, frowning again, "I'm not sure you're strong enough to catch a full-sized pair of Pokémon flying at you."

She narrowed her eyes back at him. "I'm stronger than I look."

Sam sheepishly raised a hand up, "I can help do the catching with you. If you let go mid jump, we'll only have to catch one each."

Nodding back, Aidan flashed a wink. "I like the way you think."

"We'd better get off this outcrop then." Alice stressed, unwrapping her arms. "Those pillars might only be able to take another shock before-"

A low rumble resonated throughout the chamber, the ground creaking beneath their feet. Yeah… we don't need to know the answer there.

The trio shared a glance, and without saying anything at all, they moved towards Dan. "Dan! Sam and Alice are here, we can head back to the others now."

The Morpeko seemed to stop shivering as much, but the nibbling of the nut continued.

"Come on Dan, you can trust us, right?" Aidan questioned.

"I-I do but-but…" The rodent shook his head, "W-What if the ground opens up again? I-I don't think I'll make it…"

Alice sighed, "Doubt yourself now, and you'll be stuck here."

Sam was about to join in and encourage Dan to join them when he saw it.

On the far wall, positioned far enough back and in such a way that the outcrop would have hidden it from view from anyone lower down, was a massive mural. It towered far above Sam's head, easily twenty metres tall. Unlike the rock surrounding it, he could make out the sheen of a reflective surface. Metal. Its surface was intricately detailed with strange shapes, each one weirder than the last. All of them some mix of symbols and… what he could only guess were creatures?

"W-What the hell is that?" Sam uttered; eyes fixed on the wall.

Aidan glanced over his shoulder at Sam as Alice tried to pull Dan off the boulder. "Beats me. Seems to be some old piece of art. I've not really had a chance to look."

"Forget about that." Alice growled, finally getting Dan off the rock. "We need to focus on getting out first."

But even Sam's initial instincts faded away, Sam's attention now being drawn to the mural and its collection of details. It was so… strange, out of place that he… found himself drawn to it. So much he was already beginning to walk towards it, "Just… give me a second…"

"Sam!" Alice barked, "Don't start-"

Her voice faded away as he approached the mural, indeed, the sound of the entire chamber seemed to shift into silence. He barely noticed this as he stepped within reaching distance of the mural. Most of the symbols he recognised as some kind of creatures. But none of which he recognised. Each one all different shapes and sizes. However, there were several of which all appeared to be the same. If anything, they resembled oddly shaped stick-figures at the top of his head. Pokémon maybe? The symbols were simpler, most prominently a symbol that seemed to feature two circles, one inside the other and with a line separating the outer ring.

But most startling of all was the damage. A major chunk of the centre of the mural had been scrapped and battered, all the details on it having been worn away.

What… what does it all mean? Why would this be down here?

He took another step forward, only for his foot to land on something soft. Pulling his foot back, he found a strip of blue cloth under his foot. Dirty but otherwise intact.

Frowning, Sam scooped up the cloth, and noticed it actually looped round itself. An armband? On the opposite side was a white symbol. What appeared to be a tear with stripes was embroidered on top of a cross. He narrowed his eyes as he inspected the cloth, his mind wondering about what the symbol was… didn't someone mention-

A soft groan drifted past his ears, ears twitching, Sam's head jerked up away from the armband and back up towards the mural. Something creaked again, and his ears focused onto the mural. Huh? Is… what's up with this?

Taking another step forward, Sam reached towards the wall, his fingers sprayed out. "So… why are you down he-"

The gigantic crack stabbed at his ears hard enough for Sam to cry out in shock, the ground jerking aside under his feet. Flailing about and unprepared, the Scorbunny spun and toppled down to the ground. His ribs stung as he sucked in a fresh breath and forced himself back up.

"Sam!" Aidan roared "We have to go! Now!"

Sam's eyes and ears locked back onto Alice, Aidan and Dan, positioned closer towards the edge of the outcrop. Steam blowing out of the outcrop with a thunderous roar. Stuffing the armband into his satchel, Sam broke into a shaky run, the ground beneath him quaking with every step. One foot slipped into a pit, nearly threatening to trip him up before with a wave of his arms, he recovered and pounced forward. Another roar sounded as he took one final leap and landed with a stumble next to the others. Dan cowered by Alice and Aidan; his eyes wide with fear. Alice and Aidan though took very visible steps back, the former half frozen on the spot. "What… what the hell is this!?"

Spinning round, Sam's heart missed another beat. The ground where he had once stood had all but collapsed into a dark pit, what was left of the top of the outcrop now barely hanging from the main wall. Steam puffed and hissed as it shot out of the hole, the ground still quaking if not as much and yet, somehow in tune with the steam.

That was when the red arms erupted from the ground, slamming down into the rock with a painful crash. By instinct, Sam leapt back, a glance to his right confirming that the others likewise jumped. Dan let out a little yelp as he struggled to maintain his balance, his feet touching the very edge of the outcrop.

The red arms tensioned, and that was when the giant emerged from the pit, each step sending another tremor racing through the floor beneath them. First it was one maroon foot, then another, and soon enough the whole beast emerged. It was covered head to tail with maroon armour, detailed with yellow spikes and bumps across it's surface. A pair of icy blue eyes locked onto them, pupils narrowing with pure rage. The two 'arms' pulled back and snapped together with a bang, forming a ring that towered above the creature and, naturally, the four little Pokémon right in front of it.

"Who dares to shatter this land!?" came the booming growl, loud enough and deep enough that it shoved into Sam's chest with actual force.

Over his shoulder, he could hear Dan whimper behind them, a thin layer of steam rolling onto the outcrop around them all. Well… ****… time to meet the big guy…

Taking a deep breath, Sam shuffled forward. Doing his best to force his fear down. "H-Hey… err we just fell in here. We didn't do this-"

"Silence!" it roared, steam rushing out of the ground behind it. "To disturb this place and its contents is sacrilege!"

"The hell!?" Alice snapped, "Did you not hear us!? We've just got trapped down here!"

"We didn't even know this place was done here! The dungeon above us collapsed!" Aidan explained, keeping a calmer tone.

The sharp white teeth of the creature flashed into a hateful grimace, "Your presence in this place is proof otherwise! No one could unknowingly walk into here!"

Sam blinked, the confusion mounting. "I-I don't underst-"

"Silence!"

The creature put one foot forward, parts of it's body starting to glow a neon blue. "I, Volcanion, shall not abide by this trespass any longer! You cannot be allowed to leave with the knowledge of this place!"

With a clang, the arms disconnected and swung forward, the ends now glowing with blue light… this creature, Volcanion, was preparing to attack.

Sam took a step back, and a hand snapped down on his arms. "Sam! Come on!" Aidan barked, "We've got to jump now!"

The Scorbunny spun to find Alice had already jumped to the first pillar, and the Froakie and Morpeko were ready at the edge. Sam jerked upright, "Cr-right!" With a short sprint, he bounced across to the other side. He barely landed and spun round when Aidan and Dan came sailing right at them. Alice had the easiest time, Dan actually managing to land firmly on the top of the pillar thanks to Aidan's jump.

Aidan's feet landed barely on the edge, his yellow eyes widening as he started toppling back. "Aidan!" Sam shouted, desperately not wanting to lose his friend again. He shot forward, his hand grasping onto the white fluff round his neck.

The Froakie choked, his yell half cut short as he hung over the pit. "Ack! Not the mane!"

Grunting, Sam tugged Aidan back onto the pillar, the frog stroking his neck as he coughed. Alice stood at the edge of the pillar, both ears tucked in, teeth bared. "Hurry up!" she snapped, "That… thing isn't waiting!"

Sam's head jerked back up to find Volcanion had stomped to the edge, the arms dipping down below them, glowing even brighter. Sam's heart pounded in his chest. They weren't arms… they were-

"Everyone hold onto something!" Sam screamed.

Aidan blinked, "What?"

Two red fireballs flared from the cannons and shot forward, booming loud enough for the room to shudder. The projectiles slammed into the rock below, the entire pillar rumbling beneath their feet. Aidan cursed, nearly losing his footing. "Oh come the hell on!"

The loudest snap Sam had ever heard rang out below, the entire pillar jerking downwards and nearly throwing Sam down to the ground.

When he looked up again, he could already see the tower beginning to topple.

Not again!

"We're gonna die we're gonna die!" Dan squealed; eyes clamped shut as he hugged the rock for dear life.

"We're not!" Alice barked, also hugging the top of the pillar. "Look!"

Sam followed her gaze; the pillar was toppling towards the ground floor where he and Alice had entered the chamber before. Heart soaring, Sam tightened his grip. "Hold on! Get ready to jump!"

"What!?" Dan screamed.

"Damnit Dan!" Aidan bellowed, "Just get ready!"

The toppling tower accelerated, the ground racing up to meet it. "Hold on!" Sam shouted, legs tensioning.

Closer.

Closer!


"Now!"

Sam booted himself off the tower, flying through the air to the sound of crashing rock. He flailed, then hit the ground. He cried out as he tumbled and skid across the rough ground, his ribs throbbing as he slid to a halt. Grunting, he threw himself back up. He sighed with relief as Alice and Aidan, both bruised but otherwise unhurt rose to their feet. Dan was still on the floor, curled up into a ball and shivering wildly. "We're dead we're dead-"

Growling, Aidan yanked the electric rodent up to his feet. "Can you stop being a cry-baby for one minute and get moving!"

For the first time, Alice now flashed her teeth in a snarl. "Cut it out! He's scared shitless!"

Aidan's eyes narrowed, "Says the girl who bullied him!"

"I didn't bully-"

"Will you just shut the hell up!?" Sam roared, the group jerking to attention with shock. "We need to get out before – wait, where's Volcanion!?"

His gaze snapped back up towards the pillars and the outcrop, where stood at the edge above them was the giant, it gazed down on them, eyes narrowing.

Fear shifted into surprise and amusement, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Ha! I don't think we need to worry about the big guy chasing us!"

"Sam…" Alice warned, "Not the time!"

He turned back towards the others, feeling the grin spread. "Come on, it's not like he can fly or anything."

As if on cue, a thunderous roar echoed behind them, accompanied by the loudest hiss of what could only be steam yet. Sam blinked, his shoulders tightening. "He's flying right?"

Scowling, Alice jerked her head to something behind him.

Volcanion was indeed flying. The two cannons now aimed downwards and behind it, thick plumes of steam rushing out of them. It bared it's teeth, rising on the cushion of steam as it rushed towards them. Sam leapt back, heart once more racing. "Err… can we fight this guy!?"

Alice's shout nearly threatened to blow the back of his skull out, "No you idiot! Run!"

With no time to spare, they turned and bolted for the tunnel. Sam winced at the boom of Volcanion hitting the ground, his chest pulsing with pain as the thunderous sound of it's speeding footsteps rang over his shoulder.

They raced back up through the tunnel, each step shaky at the charge of Volcanion behind them. "What is with this guy!?" Sam cried out, his legs carrying him into the middle of the group.

"Who gives a ****!?" Aidan yelped, hopping as fast as his legs could take him. "He's just trying to kill us!"

Sam glanced over his shoulder, and round the last corner, Volcanion emerged charging through the tunnel after them, cannons hanging out in front of him.

"W-whah! He's getting closer!" Dan screamed, his little legs just a blur as he ran.

"He's catching up!" Sam shouted.

"Keep running!" Alice yelled ahead.

It's no good! Volcanion will close in before we get to- sod it, here goes nothing!

Picking out a pebble at random, Sam spun and kicked away, the stone igniting into an Ember immediately.

The fireball struck the giant's shoulder, but Volcanion didn't even flinch as it charged onwards, it's cannons glowing blue once more.

What surprised him was the sudden rush of water blasting out of the cannons. Yelping, Sam ducked, the water jets flung over his head as he broke out into another run, quickly catching back up with the others. "Okay! First he uses fireballs, then steam and now water!? What the hell!?"

"We can work out what it is later!" Alice growled, leading the way despite only hopping forward.

Sam clenched his fists, trying to work out another solution. "Aidan! Can you Bubble him or something!?"

Aidan flashed a snarl, "Even if I could hurt him I'd be sitting ducks!"

Okay! Gotta think of something else… I know! If we can't hurt him-

"Aidan! Hit the ceiling!"

"What!?"

"If we hit the roof with Ember and Bubble, we could bring the roof down on him!"

"You'll trigger another quake!" Alice barked.

Sam let rip a snarl of his own, "It's that, or get pressure cooked! It's up to you!"

Biting off a curse, Aidan nodded mid hop, "Alright! On three! One, two-"

The Scorbunny and Froakie spun round, another Ember joined by a Bubble Beam as it raced for the roof. Rock detonated as the two attacks impacted, debris tumbling down with a crash in front of Volcanion in a cloud of dust. Sam wheezed, coughing as he tried to breathe. Blinking as the smoke cleared, the path behind them was now filled to the brim with boulders, rising all the way up to the roof.

Sam wanted to jump up, to cheer in delight at the small victory. But he didn't want to take his chances, he readied himself, braced to lob another Ember or to run.

Nothing…

Then the arm cannon smashed through, the end glowing again. Sam bounced back, "Crap! Run!".

Steam thundered out of the cannon as the four sprinted away, Alice ducking as a supercharged blast of steam rushed over her head. "Great thinking idiot! You've just pissed it off!"

"It's slowed him down at least!" Aidan snapped back.

Finally, they charged back into the original chamber. Bruce stepped out from behind the boulder, looking befuddled. "What the 'eck is going on down t-"

"M-Monster! Monster!" Dan cried, sliding behind the confused Bulbasaur, shivering the whole time. "I-It's gonna eat us!"

"He's not going to eat us!" Sam shouted, skidding to a halt as he turned back towards the tunnel. "Bruce! Any sign of Nia? We could do with a ticket out of here right about now!"

"N-No! She hasn't come back yet! Just what did you do down t-"

"It doesn't matter now!" Alice snapped, skidding to a halt and facing the tunnel as well, "Can the others move yet!"

Edward's voice was what answered, "We could! But Denver's legs are still messed up and I've only just managed to rouse Filip!"

"So we are as slow as hell then." Aidan grumbled, blowing another bubble beam at the entrance of the tunnel. Another boom later, and the entrance was filled with boulders. It would buy them time, but not much.

But if the others are in no state to move, forget running from Volcanion! And we can't stop him either…

To his mind, there only seemed to be one option left.

"Everyone, hide behind the boulder." Sam ordered, rubbing his feet against the ground. "I'll lure Volcanion away."

Aidan spun round towards him, "Are you serious! You saw those water blasts!"

"That's a death sentence." Alice said, a flicker of panic in her voice. "He's fast and if you get stuck-"

"I'm the fastest one here!" Sam countered, "I can lure him away and buy Nia time to get some help here for you guys!"

Another hiss erupted from the caved in tunnel, steam blowing out from some of the cracks in the wall. "We don't have time to debate this!" he shouted, "Hide! Now!"

But that was when the roar started rumbling into the chamber, the ground quaking underneath them. "Bloody- another earthquake!" Bruce shouted in panic, red eyes widening.

Sam braced himself, Volcanion can't be doing an earthquake!? Can he- wait!

His ears twitched round, away from the tunnel… and towards the walls. The sound growing louder, closer…

Wait a second… that's not Volcanion… then that could be-

One of Alice's ears snapped up, and in that second, she spun round. "Get away from the wall!"

The wall exploded, Sam crying out as he staggered back, covering his face as he tried to protect his face as rock pelted his body. The roar ceased, and blinking, Sam lowered his hand, coughing as the smoke began to clear.

Another massive shape began to lean forward from the new hole in the wall, long and snake like, with a spike on it's head.

"What are you kids waiting for!?" demanded a deep voice, the smoke clearing to reveal an Onix coiled up in front of them. The same one that Sam spoke to back in Robinswood of all things!

"Don't just stand there! I'm here to help you out! Hold onto me!"

Aidan recovered first, spinning round towards the others, "Hurry up! Climb on!"

Sluggish at first, the group moved into action, even Filip seemed to become more alert as they hurried to the tunnel, clambering and holding onto the giant rock Pokémon. "Hurry!" Dan cried, "We've got a monster coming!"

"What monster?" the Onix mused, clearly unworried.

"Not the good kind!" Aidan barked, herding the others into the tunnel.

Sam held his ground, keeping his eye focused on the tunnel and the steam still hissing from it. Ready in case Volcanion broke out early, at the very least he might surprise the creature for a second and buy time for the others. "Sam!" Alice shouted, tugging at his arm, "Stop trying to be a hero and lets-"

With an even louder hiss, a boulder flung clear of the wall, sailing across the room at impossible speed towards him. As Sam backpedalled, something shoved him aside. Stumbling into the far wall, he could just make out a faint grunt. His shoulder throbbing, Sam got back upright. "Alice!?" Sam shouted, swivelling to find the boulder still rolling down the chamber… and Alice sprawled out on her back, a massive red mark running along her side.

"Alice!"

Sam sprinted over, grabbing hold of her arm to pull her up. She groaned in response, eyes flickering open and closed, "You… bloody idiot."

"Well, this bloody idiot is returning the favour." Sam grumbled back, a burst of relief fuelling him as he half supported, half carried Alice back to the tunnel. Aidan stood at the threshold, beckoning them onwards. The hissing grew louder, the giant chasing them almost on top of them.

Barely hesitating, Aidan grabbed hold of Alice's other arm and together, the three jumped onto the back of the Onix. "Go go go!" Bruce shouted; vines wrapped round one of the spikes erupting from the rock Pokémon's back.

"Hold on!"

With a roar, the Onix shifted and rushed upwards into the tunnel it created, racing for the surface. Sam closed his eyes tight, holding onto the giant and the others for dear life.

You meanwhile were the only one left. At least in some form. You watched Sam and the party flee, just in time to hear – and see – Volcanion finally smashed through the cave in, teeth bared as its eyes flickered back and forth. "You cannot run from me!" it bellowed, it's voice quaking the little stones that littered the chamber. "You transgress where you don't belong! You dare to damn us all!? I will find and end you vermin!"

Cannons snapping forward, they began to glow once more, ready to fire.

Emotions flooding through your spirit, you drifted into the tunnel and ascended after the others.

*****

The roar was deafening, overriding any screams as the Onix raced faster and faster towards the surface. Sam wanted to desperately fold his ears, block out the noise, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, and prayed for this to end. Hoping that Volcanion wouldn't find the whole and simply fire a jet of steam after them.

The answer came through in a couple of seconds, as a bright white light engulfed him. The Scorbunny blinked to find a blue, open sky above his head. Fresh air rushing into his lungs. He couldn't hide the cheer that escaped his lungs as they soared into the sky.

That was promptly cut short as the Onix slammed back down to Earth, Sam's grip failing as he was flung clear, his cheer turning into a cry. He hit the ground hard, groaning as he slid across grassy ground. Around him, others moaned or cursed, likewise thrown clear. "Over here!"

Sam propped himself up to find Esper leading a large group over to them, Jack and Oscar by her side. "Are you all okay!?" she questioned, her voice higher pitched, the concern all too clear.

Alice grunted as she sat up as well, clutching her side. "Close that hole."

Esper tilted her head, "Wh-"

"Don't ask!" Alice snapped, eyes burning, "Close that hole now!"

The scream was near unbearable, Sam tugging his ears down as Esper's own snapped up. The air shimmered as the pulse of energy rushed towards the craggy hole they had emerged from. The ground shuddered, cracked around the entrance, and promptly collapsed in on itself and with that, sealed the entrance.

And with that, it was over.

His heart beginning to slow, Sam flopped onto his back, panting as the adrenaline finally washed away. His entire body throbbed, feeling floppy and weak. "Sam?" Aidan asked, his voice quiet but close. "You dead?"

Half coughing, half laughing, Sam shook his head. "Yeah man."

Aidan let out his own broken laugh, panting as he did. "Well… you can't say that first adventure wasn't… exciting."

Nodding, Sam let his eyes slip shut. Not to fall to sleep, but just to take a deeper breath. "Yeah… you can say that again…"
 

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POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON
GUARDIANS OF BALANCE

ALWAYS AUDACITY
CHAPTER XIX – DEBRIEFS AND RECOVERY

Broken Wood was gone.

From Sam's view at the edge of the cliff, that was at least what I looked like to him. Parts of the Woods that had once dominated the area had now collapsed into a crater easily a mile across. It seemed like the earthquake didn't just destroy the dungeons, it took out the entire area. Trees remained, but they were now even more damaged than before, trunks often split in two and those that remained hanging in precarious places, often held in place by only a few roots on sheer cliffs. At the very bottom of the crater, Sam could just make out little pools of magma and every so often, the crack of crumbling rocks could be heard as they broke away from the still crumbling rock faces.

A chill settling over him, Sam tightened his red jacket around his chest. Could Volcanion cause all this? He questioned, Or maybe he has pulled off the earthquakes before… no, that doesn't make any sense. He was powerful, but given we could slow him down… I doubt even he could cause all this… maybe it was just the same kind of earthquake that struck… err… what was that place called? Harbour Town?

Even with the jacket, Sam couldn't help but shiver. Was… was that earthquake just as bad as this?

"I was wondering where you were."

Sam looked over his shoulder to find the white and blue form of Esper stepped up onto the mound, a concerned look on her face. "Are you alright?"

The Scorbunny looked back towards the ruined woods and the crater. "Yeah… what about the others?"

"They're all getting treated right now." Esper stated, "No one is seriously hurt physically anyway, though I suspect the mental pain will be around for a little more time. But it's nothing that we can't work through and help with."

The Meowstic stepped up alongside him, hands behind her back as she inspected the scene before them. "I wanted to apologise."

Sam's ears twitched as he turned to look round at her, "W-What about?"

"About sending you into that dungeon." She closed her eyes, head bowing a little bit. "We had surveyed Broken Wood ahead of the trials. The conditions were comparable to other dungeons we have come across before that were still stable, even in the last one, and we believed we would be able to put one final group of recruits through it before sealing it off. As you saw, it still only needed an earthquake to cause as a cascade."

Esper's eyes drifted open, "From what we know, all that remains is the second dungeon."

"The first one is gone too?" Sam asked.

"Yes. When the earthquake struck, it caused the ground beneath it to collapse. Nearly took out the second dungeon too if it wasn't for the volcanic rock there. But I doubt it'll be there for much longer now."

Volcanic rock… Sam pondered, eyes flicking between the distant pools of lava and Esper, who had now turned towards him again. "Again Sam, I can only apologise."

Sam shook his head, "No no. It's fine, really." He said, "I mean, you can't really predict when an earthquake is going to hit."

A little smile forming on the feline's lips, she finally turned away from the scene. "Come then, we'd best leave this place."

Nodding, he turned to follow her back down the slope. "Alice and Aidan informed me about the Pokémon you came across in the tunnels." Esper said, "Volcanion I believe?"

"Y-yeah." Sam replied. "He just came out of the ground and attacked us, something about transgression or something like that?"

She nodded herself, "Fairly typical behaviour to the sounds of it."

The Scorbunny stiffened, "Wait… you know about Volcanion?!"

"Only from myths."

The Meowstic's gaze remained focused on the path, even as her voice became a little softer. "Volcanion is a mythical Pokémon with the ability to manipulate fire and water to produce steam. It is said to be powerful enough to level mountain ranges."

Sam nearly froze on the spot, a cold sweat beginning to emerge. "W-Wait, you don't mean it caused t-"

"I wouldn't worry too much." Esper said, "Even amongst the more powerful Legendaries of the world, there is some exaggeration of their capabilities. Even if they were powerful enough to do what they are said to be able to do, they tend to restrain themselves."

"Didn't feel that restrained to me…" Sam mused.

"Believe me, if Volcanion wanted to fully destroy you, then he certainly had the means to do it far more quickly. It takes a lot for them to unleash their full power like that."

Still not quite comfortable with the answer, he could only focus his own footsteps. "Any idea why Volcanion would attack us then?"

"I can't say for certain, as I don't know enough about Volcanion's history to even guess. He is a mythical Pokémon in a place we are only just beginning to understand. But given what you have said, I suspect that Volcanion might have been reacting to your presence on his territory, accidental or not."

"A territory?"

"Yes. Most Legendaries and, by extension Mythicals, often have a territory or domain of their own they rule over. They are all aspects in some form or another, and place a role in how this world functions and as such, they very rarely leave these locations for the sake of the security of those places and the balance of this world. If they did, there would either be a severe crisis… or something has piqued their interest."

Sam felt the warmth of Esper's hand rest on his shoulder, "I doubt Volcanion will pursue you out here. But we will close off what is left of Broken Wood and leave sentries in place as a precaution. You have nothing to fear."

Sam nodded, feeling a little more confident about Esper's words. "I have already spoken to Rex." She continued, "Given what has happened, we are going to bring all of you into the Guild."

That finally perked him up, the Scorbunny turning to face her. "W-wait, really?"

"Of course. Not everyone faces a legendary or mythical and lives to tell the tale, and given you were able to survive in the cave it only makes sense."

Esper flashed a little smile, "We'll need to time to get a small initiation ceremony ready, especially whilst securing the ruins here. But that should give you time to yourselves and to recover. You've all been through a lot so suddenly."

Rounding a rocky corner, they found a sizeable group of Pokémon waiting for them, almost of all them wearing some kind of team identifier. The exceptions naturally being the recruits he had accompanied. Alice, Aidan, Team Forest, Nia and Dan were all gathered round a small cart, beginning to climb into the back.

"I do have to ask one thing though." Esper said.

"Hmm?"

Bringing herself to a stop, the feline looked towards him with a tilt of her head. "When you were down in the tunnels, did you come across anything strange? Anything that could be related to the earthquake itself or Volcanion?"

Frowning, Sam's hand drifted across his mouth in thought. He focused on trying to look past the memory of Volcanion charging after him and the others… and back towards that Mural…

"Yeah… there was some kind of mural down there…"

"A mural?"

"Yeah… it was made out of metal and had all these weird markings on it. No idea what any of it meant, I didn't really get a good look before Volcanion showed up."

Esper narrowed her eyes in thought, "Well, marks and murals aren't exactly uncommon. Many such features exist in old ruins and archaeological sites. The mural could be important, but at the same time, it might just as likely be an old piece of artwork that had just happened to survive for that long."

She shook her head, "Either way, I appreciate you bringing this up. I'll be sure to include it in my report. Perhaps someone at the Guild will have a better idea about this."

Esper motioned with her hand towards the assembled recruits, "Come. We'll get you back to Robinswood." She headed back further the path towards the others, and Sam took the few steps after her. But then the memory yanked him to a halt. W-Wait! Of course! There was something else!

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Sam pulled out the blue armband, complete with it's silver tear and cross. This was by the mural! He opened his mouth, ready to call back Esper…

But then the new memory flushed back to the surface. "With the children's cries more desperate." Edward had said, "The Pokémon of the island didn't know how best to proceed, until a Lapras arrived on the shoreline, carrying two Pokémon on it's back. A Lucario and a Zoroark. The villagers who lived close to the cave didn't not recognise the newcomers, but they did know of the emblem they carried. A sharp cross, emboldened with a tear in front of it. According to the myths, they were known as Guardians."

Sam blinked, the realisation hitting him with a jolt. Guardians! He realised; Edward talked about that myth! The emblem they mentioned. A tear and a cross! That means…

He looked down at the armband, bearing the exact same symbol.

It's the emblem of the Guardians!


You watched from atop the cliff as Sam stuffed the armband into his pocket and scrambled to catch up with the others, a conflicted look on his face. For the most part, you were merely relieved that he had made out safely from that dark place. Whatever the reason, he was still in play.

Ah… elected to be the hero hmm?

That dark presence drifted by your side, and a quick glance revealed a black shadow drifting by your side. It was about time I met you face to face… this is not actually me by the way. Just an extension of my will. Did you think I wouldn't notice that little stunt?

A chill ran through you at the presence's words. You can relax. I must say, I'm impressed you could actually slow Sam's descent. Whilst he would likely have been fine, he was getting perilously close to some of those rocks… that would be something even myself would struggle to achieve. At least with this shadow anyway.

The chill faded as the presence seemed to lean forward, inspecting Sam leaping up into the cart. So… the mythical Volcanion. It has been some time since I have been aware of his existence. I had thought he had died centuries ago. And yet he lives… hmm… most curious. But even Volcanion couldn't destroy this place on his own. Not in this state. Something else is afoot. And that mural, a strange place for it to be, is it not?

The shadow shifted, And these Guardians… that is a title I have not heard for a long time either… is there a link between these events? The disasters? Volcanion? Broken… Broken Wood, is it? And the Guardians… and a mural? Most curious. Perhaps it is all connected.

Somehow, the form managed to pull a shrug. Alas, there are missing links to this. Perhaps they are indeed unrelated, at least from what little I know on Volcanion. To enter this place like this would risk the wrath of Volcanion, but I must investigate that mural. I have a feeling Sam will want to read into the subject matter.

You turned towards the shadow. I imagined you would be curious. You are determined to look after our young fellow here… I will investigate this crater as best I can. You follow Sam as you always do, and perhaps he will find his way over to additional answers.

In silence, the shadow drifted away, and you moved to follow the Pokémon as they departed.


The journey back to Robinswood was uneventful, and frankly, that was all that really mattered to Sam and be extension, the others, he imagined. Most of the rescuers had elected to walk on back to town, leaving only a few others to watch over the now ruined area. But as for the rescued, the cart was a convenient change of pace. Dan and Nia were cuddled together inside a blanket, whilst Denver, Callum and Filip were likewise wrapped in their own sets. Aidan, Alice, Bruce, Edward and Sam himself were not. Namely because out of the lot of them, they were all in the best kind of shape. At least, that was Sam could guess any way. Bruce and Edward were sat down next to their teams, flashing looks of concern at their comrades and quietly working to talk to them. Edward was quiet and supportive, and it seemed to be bringing his Skorupi companion out of his shell. No pun intended. Bruce was a little more upbeat, if only barely, and it didn't seem to be having the same impact.

Alice and Aidan stood at the edge of the cart; their eyes fixed on the ruins of Broken Wood behind them. From his position further to the front, Sam couldn't see their expressions. But he could easily imagine their dour looks. This is going to leave some scars… especially after going through all this so quickly…

He reached into his jacket pocket, feeling the armband within… So quickly…

The journey was at least far quicker, and soon enough, the cart, having been towed by a big Tauros, came to a halt by the giant guild tree, the sun now hanging lower in the sky and approaching the horizon. It wouldn't be much long until sunset came.

Sam felt the metaphorical weight lift of his shoulders, that aura of safety now rushing into take its place. They were out of danger.

Well, he knew he had mostly been out of danger the moment they came flying out of those tunnels. But he supposed that tension had still remained. Adrenaline still waiting to get burnt out, he guessed.

Any remaining fears evaporated as they climbed off the cart to find none other than Rex and Emrys waiting for them. Rex stood tall, and yet showed a clear look of worry on his face. Emrys meanwhile, was wrapped up in a mix of bandages across their body and wings, clearly looking pained as they hobbled towards them. Sam's ears immediately sprung up. "Emrys! You made it!"

That joy quickly shifted to concern, "Are… you okay?"

Pulling the closest thing they could to a pained smile, Emrys bowed his head towards, twitching a little bit. "Nothing permanent, I'm already starting to feel better right now. But the main thing is you are safe."

"You know this guy?" Bruce asked, dropping down from cart and walking over to the rabbit's side.

"Emrys was the final test." Aidan explained with a little smirk, "And I guess it was based off a real event… although we didn't really get a chance to fight before that earthquake hit."

There was a little gleam in Emrys eyes. "Very astute. I lived on Air Continent during the disasters… to say that it drove me… mad would be an understatement."

"Let me guess." Alice said, arms crossed, "You ended up getting in the way of rescuers because your home was falling apart?"

The Skarmory dipped their head again, "Indeed… I was still enraged after that team defeated me, but after the crisis and I saw what had happened… I later came back to apologise. That little Diglett found that quite heart-warming once I managed to talk sense into his Magnetmite friend…"

The bird shook their head again with a wince as Rex crossed his arms, a little smile of his own forming. "Emrys insisted on searching for you in the air despite not officially being a rescuer, and wouldn't take no for an answer for at least passing the word back to me. And very few Pokémon can get past Esper like that."

The Blaziken turned towards the recruits, his gaze holding for a moment on… Alice of all people. Sam's ear twitched at that, especially when his beak opened a touch before continuing his scan. "Either way, I'm glad to see you are all home and safe. Esper managed to send me a telepathic report, although the instability of the area has made it difficult to get said information to me that way until now. Given what you have all faced, we'll get you all enlisted in the Guild soon."

A few smiles spread across the recruits at the words, some measure of relief after their experiences. "In the meantime, whilst we prepare and check things over accordingly, get some rest. All of you. It looks like you will definitely need it, especially if we need to discuss what happened in those dungeons. Especially you… Denver, right?"

The Skorupi perked up, his bandaged legs shivering a little bit. "Y-Yeah!"

Nodding with a relaxed smile, as if a little pleased with himself, the Guild master continued, "Go and get those legs checked out with Rebecca, she'll get you crawling around everywhere in no time."

"Err – sure thing!" Denver said, with his Skiddo companion stepping up alongside him.

"Come on." Edward said, "I'll help you there."

Denver took a few shaky steps forward on his own, before promptly collapsing into the Skiddo's side, "Alright. Thanks."

As the two departed across the square, Rex turned to Emrys. "Now, I insist you go and see Rebecca yourself."

"Of course." They replied, bowing their head once more before moving to follow the others on foot.

Rex turned to look over the group once more with a focused eye, again his gaze hovering a second longer over Alice… and then Sam. His heart missed a beat, worried that the Guild master would see some flaw or problem with the Scorbunny. But the gaze, likewise, only held for a second before he addressed the group. "Well, don't wait on my account. Go ahead, relax. If you need to talk to me, the door to my office is open to you. And I am certain the rest of the guild will assist you if you need it."

With a final bow of his head, he turned and strode back into the base of the tree.

A truly gigantic grin spread across Edward's face, his red eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Hell yeah! We're going into the guild!"

Alice rolled her eyes, "And immediately he goes into celebration mode." She mumbled, earning a glare from the Bulbasaur. "Oh come on! We made it out, didn't we? We should celebrate! Right guys?"

He turned towards his teammates… and Sam could promptly see the joy vanish from his face. Callum and the now lucid Filip had backed away from the group. The Ducklett was slouched, whilst the Yanma seemed to be trying his best to look away. "Yeah… err… Bruce…" Callum started, struggling to find his words, "Me and Filip have talked about this and… well… I don't really know how to put this-"

"We don't want to join the Guild." Filip buzzed quietly, still keeping his eyes pointed away.

Bruce blinked, shaking his head rapidly. "Y-You can't be thinking of that! We made it through in the end right! We all agreed to give it a try!"

"Yeah. We did." Filip said.

"And we nearly died down there!" Callum added, "That was just a bit of training, how are we going to fare with other missions!"

Alice narrowed her eyes, "We had no idea that would happen. Saying no to everything on one bad thing is a bit stupid."

"I wouldn't put it like that." Aidan said, "But going through all that effort to just give up? You've got no idea what you are missing out on."

Callum's eyes narrowed, "And constantly being at risk of dying?! Sorry. That was too much of a wakeup call."

"If you came into this not expecting to throw yourself into danger…" Alice said, "Then you haven't thought this through."

"Not as much as we thought." Filip said. "Either way, we're out."

"Come on guys." Bruce said, voice shaky and looking limp. "We tried so hard to get here… we can't just quit now. If you leave… I can't join either… we always planned on this as Team Forest… remember?"

The Yanma turned away again, and Callum seemed to hesitate, as if debating wherever or not leaving was the right move or not. But with a final sigh, he shook his head. "Sorry Bruce… I'm sure you can find someone who will take you in but… we can't."

"G-Guys!" Bruce called out, but it was too late, the two former recruits swiftly walked into the town.

Sam felt his chest tighten as he watched the two depart. His eyes flicking between them and the quivering Bulbasaur, now bowing his head down. A part of him felt immediately sorry for Bruce. So committed to bring himself and his team through to the Guild… and yet his team lost their spirit. Unwilling to put their lives on the line after all that danger… on one hand, he couldn't blame them for leaving. But at the same time, they are leaving poor Bruce to dry…

Of course, you have to join the Guild as part of a team, or not at all… maybe Rex can bend the rules on this occasion and… I don't know. Maybe we could ask for him to join our team? It'll give him a chance t-

"Hey Bruce… if you want to, you can join our team."

The Scorbunny blinked to attention. Nia had emerged from the blanket and was now standing next to Bruce. The reptile's head lifted just a touch; his voice shaky. "Are… are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Nia exclaimed cheerfully, "I know how much it means to you to be on a team! We'd happily take you on! The more the merrier!"

Sam felt a smile form on his lips as a few tears formed in Bruce's eyes, the grass-type lifting himself. "T-Thanks Nia! And you too Dan!"

Dan looked comical with that big blanket wrapped around him in such a way to leave only his head in view. "Err… yeah! Sure! It was mainly Nia's idea but I'm fine with it!"

Bruce let loose a massive grin. "Heh- thanks! Same with you Al-"

The smile faded, the realisation kicking in as he turned to face Alice. The Buneary kept her arms crossed, a slight frown sketched across her face but otherwise, her expression was neutral. If anything, she looked more concerned than annoyed.

Bruce grimaced at first, trying to work out his response before he opened his mouth.

And then promptly closed it, as if changing his mind at the last second. He opened it again and just as swiftly shut it. This time, he hesitated for two seconds before finally opening his mouth again. "Look… I suppose-"

"You don't need to ask." Alice interrupted him, "I'll leave the team."

Everyone's eyes locked onto Alice. Wait… what!? Now you want to leave?!

This was too much of a surprise for Sam, Alice didn't seem like the type to just bow out of something like this.

Aidan reacted first. "Holy ****. I wasn't expecting this…"

"A-Alice! You've been a big help!" Nia cried out, eyes widening in shock. "We'd be happy for you stay on! Right, everyone?"

Bruce once again looked hesitant, his nose wrinkling. Dan meanwhile seemed to shrink a little bit deeper into that blanket of his.

Alice didn't wait, shrugging without any signs of malice. "It's obvious. You don't entirely trust me, even you Nia."

Bruce finally spoke again, "I've got to admit… you aren't as bad as I thought… I mean, there was the camp… I just… I don't really know what to think."

Dan shivered. "Sorry. But you kinda… err…"

"Scare you?"

The Morpeko hesitated, before finally nodding, shrinking deeper into the blanket. "Y-Yeah…"

Nia shook her head, "But… we can work through that!"

"Rescue teams need to trust each other entirely." Alice said, not even angry or disappointed as she shook her head. "If you can't trust me now, you never will. And that could get someone killed."

Uncrossing her arms, she turned away from the others. Come on Alice… you don't have to force yourself out like this. It's no better than beating yourself up!

Sam straightened himself up, taking a breath in. Alright, here goes nothing.

"Alice, you c-"

"Don't bother." Alice said, "Aidan will never have me around either. Same with Denver."

He glanced over at his Froakie friend; the blue frog had been rubbing his head with a grimace before stiffening as the group's gaze shifted onto him. But he didn't hesitate, swiftly shaking his head. "No. I don't trust her."

His heart sank like a stone, Aidan…

Alice merely shrugged again, "Then I won't keep you. Good luck working at the Guild."

And with that, the Buneary strode away into the Guild Tree, leaving the others behind.

Sam felt a cold pang in his chest. Barely able to process this decision. The logic? Maybe he could see that. But at the same time… just calling quits because of a little bit of distrust felt… overkill… even Bruce seemed ready to try and shove that aside?

Alice… what made you start thinking this way?

"Well." Aidan started, bring himself forward. "You heard what Rex said. We need to go and get some rest. Don't think too much about this, alright?"

Bruce, Nia and Dan all looked between themselves, all of them seeming to shrink. The exhaustion now finally beginning to settle in to each of them. "Yeah." Bruce uttered. "I could sleep for a thousand years after today…"

"Same here…" Dan replied.

Nia didn't reply at first, eyes focused onto where Alice had entered. She held them there for a few seconds, before finally with a sigh she nodded. "O-Okay…"

Sam started to open his mouth, a flare of heat burning through his chest. None of this seemed right. Callum and Filip running off was one thing. Unkind but understandable. Driving someone off? Even unintendedly? He struggled to restrain himself from snapping.

But the group was already beginning to scatter, and Sam, unwilling to escalate this mess, clicked his mouth shut.

He turned towards Aidan, "What's your plan now Aidan?" Sam asked, "Anything you need to check out and-"

What was left of the anger quickly faded away as he found the Froakie cradling his head in his hands, eyes squeezed shut. "Aidan!" Sam exclaimed, focusing his full attention on his companion and placing a hand on his shoulder, "You alright?"

Groaning, Aidan nodded slowly back. "I'm fine…" he uttered, "This headache just doesn't know when to quit! I think I must have hit my head on the way down that pit."

"Come on then." Sam said, beginning to tug him a little bit. "Let's go and get it checked out."

"And take Rebecca's attention away from the others – and get her hooves up my behind too? No thanks."

The memory of the Rapidash screaming in his face sent a shiver running up his spine, and in a desperate attempt to hide any inevitable flash of fear, he quickly let free a chuckle. "I get what you mean."

His eyes flickering open, Aidan pulled a tiny grin, "It's not any worse than a Psyduck's anyway. I'll just get some health juice or something later to clear my head. A nap would do some good too."

Aidan's grin grew bigger, "In that case, I'm going to head back to the barracks and get my head on a pillow. A nap wouldn't hurt you either."

Sam was about to agree, but his mind shifted back towards the tunnels… and the armband that remained in his pocket. This isn't something I can just sleep on. If the Guardians actually existed, I need to try and find some information on them… and looking for some extra information on the world certainly couldn't hurt. Maybe I could ask Edward? Nah, he'll be busy with Denver… so perhaps… yeah, that could work…

"I'm actually going to do some reading up." Sam declared, "Is there a library here I can check out?"

"Ah, the intellectual type then?" Aidan mused, "Well, there is one in the Guild tree, if it helps."

Sam rubbed his hands together, "Great. I'll check it out."

The Froakie seemed about ready to ask another question, but then an invisible force settled back into the Scorbunny's partner. The grin flipped upside down as a hand cradled Aidan's head again. "Right… I'm outta here then. I'll see you later."

"Sure you don't need a hand back to the barracks?"

"I'm not a Psyduck." Aidan countered with a hint of warm sarcasm, "I can hobble back home dear nurse."

"Okay okay." Sam replied hurriedly, "No worries then. Take it easy Aidan."

"Yeah, you too."

Aidan back to half hop, half hobble back towards their barracks, leaving Sam on his own once more. He took a deep breath, Alright. Let's go and check out some books.

Turning away, Sam strode on into the Guild Tree.


To say that the inside of the Guild tree was quite the sight was a massive understatement. Sam had expected tight corridors cut through the bark and the trunk, complete with tiny chambers. Something that would be deeply cluster phobic.

What he didn't expect a room so massive, that he could barely see the ceiling far above his head at the end of the entrance. He let out a gasp, gazing at a beam of light shining down from above and through a series of what appeared to be rounded balconies that ringed the inner walls of the tree itself. At the bottom floor, where Sam himself stood, had three major features amidst the half a dozen Pokémon walking through the space. On his flanks, large open passageways beckoned and led onto to ramps that climbed or descended to other floors. Flanking the far walls, he could make out what appeared to be elevators, bypassing the ramps leading elsewhere. Finally, at the very centre of the room was a large round desk, a trio of Pokémon manning it and shifting through files…

All of them Meowth, he recognised. And yet, they looked very different from each other. The one in the centre he was familiar with, it's cream fur and golden coin on his head pretty distinctive. The other two less so, the one on the left was covered in blue-grey fur and the one on the right had a shaggy, grey-brown coat with a borderline black coin instead of the normal gold. Different variants? He guessed.

Walking across the stone floor, he approached the Meowth at the desk. "Hey there." He said, "I'm looking for the library, can you guys point me in the right direction?"

The cream Meowth lowered the file he was looking over, eying the Scorbunny now standing the desk's edge. "Huh, the studious Pokémon, eh? I've not really seen you round before kid."

Sam frowned, "I'm not a kid."

"Eh, you've got that young'un look. That's all I'm saying."

He poked over his shoulder towards the elevators. "Head up to the eighth floor. The 'hole library is there."

"Right, thanks."

Sam walked round towards the elevator. It was made entirely out of wood, and came complete with a sliding wooden railing to stop someone from falling off. It was operated by a single lever, and with quick lift of it, the wooden contraption swiftly but gently rose upwards. Okay… I've gotta admit this is pretty ingenious.

The ascent up to the eight floor took little more than a minute, and the Scorbunny stepped off to once more gasp. Bookshelves stretched for an easy eight metres above his head, all arranged round a donut shaped space with a handful of small offshoots to the sides, cut deeper into the tree wall. There were a few Pokémon scattered around the library, but it didn't take long for him to find an Oranguru at a central desk. The chief librarian, judging by the number of books that surrounded him. A fact that Henry proceeded to confirm when Sam spoke to him.

The orangutan frowned, "I don't have anything about Guardians here."

Sam blinked, "Really?" he asked, glancing around the vast space, "Seems like a pretty big library."

Henry chuckled, "Big for the Sea of Wonders? By far and away. But there are libraries back on the other continents which are much bigger than this, and they have far more specific books."

"So those ones could have some information on them?"

"Perhaps… but there is so little to be said about the Guardians. What is known has often been passed down orally and I believe only one such book detailing even minor details existed, and that was lost some time ago."

Sam rubbed the back of his head, "Do you know much about those oral stories yourself?"

"No." Henry replied, shaking his head. "I do not. I did speak to someone who knew of a simple tale, a young Skiddo, Edward, his name was, I think. And that was just something he had heard of as a child."

Well, bugger to that plan. There really isn't that much information on the Guardians at all? Well, unless that book is magicked out of nowhere, I think that is about as far as I'm going to get.

"You might find a reference to guardians of some form or another in one of the other books we have." Henry advised.

Sam's ears perked up at the suggestion, "That could work…". He pondered what kind of details he could read. Something that could better introduce him to this world…

"Anything history or geography related?" Sam asked, "Like an overview of the world or that? I just want to… brush up on some details."

A warm smile spread across the librarian's face as he clicked his fingers, "Luckily for you, I have an ideal starting point."

Within minutes, Sam was seated at a table ideally sized for himself. Someone had obviously been sat here just before he was, noting by the stack of books placed to one side.

He nearly choked however when he flicked open the cover to find the pages covered in scribbles. Weird symbols and shapes to be precise. In that moment, it became all too clear that Sam hadn't thought of one key detail…

I… I'm not sure if I can read…

Over the course of fifteen minutes, Sam would flick through the pages of the book, focusing his efforts on the diagrams, charts and maps that filled its pages. But with all unintelligible characters written across the page, he had no idea what any of it meant.

I mean… what the heck is this supposed to mean? He pondered, This circle with the two bent lines out to the side… I mean, this looks kinda like an N for some reason, but how could that-

Sam stiffened, immediately scanning over the characters on the text. That's an A… an I here…

He pressed his forehead into his hands, a faint ache running through his head… what was this? A memory? Or did some skill just turn back on in his head? He started reading through the characters again, and little by little, it started to make sense. He looked up towards the stack of books to one side, the titles now clear for him to read such as 'Rescue Teams of Air Continent', 'Explorers of Time, Darkness and Sky', 'Gates to Infinity' and 'The Dark Matter Crisis.'

Curious titles. He figured, and with that settled, Sam flicked towards the back of the original book now revealed as the Atlas of the Pokémon World, and flicked through to the curiously titled section, Age of Discovery. Reading further…

'After the Dark Matter Crisis, there was increasing support amongst the Pokémon of the world to come closer together than ever before. Individual towns and villages across the main continents of the world began to establish closer ties with each to the point that they were now economically and culturally aligned, aswell as being dependent on one another, leading to the emergence of a new entity in the Pokémon world. The nation. With the re-founding of Baram Town as Baram City on the Air Continent, this new type of society quick spread across the world. Sahra and Lively Cities followed only a few short months after that, and Capim and Noe Cities the following year. Each one becoming the capital of a new continental nation.'

Sam cupped his chin in his hand as he read on through, Huh. I'll need to read up some stuff on this Dark Matter Crisis later. But I guess just a few years ago most of the towns and villages were just that, little communities doing their own thing. I guess this Crisis was a big enough deal for them to come together.

He read on, 'However, attempts to unite the continents would ultimately fail. A combination of managing trade between each continent, the cultural differences between each country and finally, the rise of continentalism would prove decisive, leading to the five continents of Air, Grass, Mist, Water and Sand becoming competitors. Alliances would emerge from this however, between the Eastern and Western Continents. Air and Sand Continents had always been rivals, especially with the latter's more directly intrusive policies. Air enjoyed a new industrial and resources advantage, whilst Sand was able to compete with its own advances in technology. Grass, which had in the past been significantly settled by Pokémon from Air Continent, gradually became an ally to the increasingly strong Air, whilst the isolationist Mist, a rival to Grass, began to partner and work more closely with Sand in the process. Only Water Continent elected to remain neutral, working to try and mediate the differences between the opposing sides.'

'Roughly eighteen months after the Dark Matter crisis, it had become apparent that the islands of the otherwise uninhabited Sea of Wonders began to rise, becoming far larger and exposing new lands to discover and explore. This triggered an exploration race between the nations, only tempered by an agreement between Air and Water continents before Grass joined the partnership. Eventually, Sand and Mist would sign in. With this deal, the continental governments agreed to launch a joint expedition to the Sea of Wonders and run a shared administration within the region. A little town in the process of expansion and relocation by the native Corviknight and Talonflame known as Robinswood, would ultimately become the main hub for explorers and settlers from all five continents, as per an agreement with the settlers of the town. However, the competition between the nations continues to this day, especially as more islands rise and other explorers head out into the seas to try and find other potential lands in the Far West and East, or the North and South.'


Sam leaned back into his chair, An Age of Discovery huh? I don't know but that sounds…

He frowned, Familiar for some reason… either way, it doesn't sound like it's all sunshine and rainbows. So Robinswood is quite literally the frontier. Let's just hope this doesn't blow out of proportion. The fact they can agree on something helps at least…

Fingering the paper, he began to flick back the pages, whilst also reaching for the stack of books left behind. If these are what I think they are… they should help offer a bit more insight! Maybe they might have a reference to Guardians in here to-

"Ah! Found you!"

The Scorbunny nearly leapt out of his seat at the sight of Aidan hopping over to him, eyes wide. "Ge- Aidan! What are you doing here?!" Sam hissed, more surprised than angry, "I thought you were getting a nap!"

"I was!" Aidan replied, panting as he came to a halt. "I just… heard something important was going on that I need to check out."

Sam dipped one ear, "What do you mean Aidan? What's so important?"

The Froakie opened his mouth, but his eyes suddenly widened and he quickly shook his head. "I… I can't say here."

"You can't? Why not?" Sam's frown deepened, "I mean, it's just us two over here-"

"No." Aidan snapped, eyes narrowing for a second. "I really can't talk about it here." His gaze flicked round left and right, "It'd… be easier to explain if I just show you. I kinda wanted to show you this anyway. Just not so soon."

Sam narrowed his own gaze, "That… isn't a lot of information to work on."

"Look… I just need you to trust me on this. You trust me, right?"

Sam looked over the Froakie, fidgeting on the spot in front of him. Aidan's fingers were interlocked and rubbing against each other, and his eyes still flicked from left to right. The Scorbunny felt himself slump, Geez… Aidan isn't someone who would get nervous like this… well, he's been helped me out so much… it only makes sense that I help him out here.

Closing the book, Sam rose to his feet. "Alright then Aidan. Lead the way."

Aidan's eyes brightened immediately, "Brilliant! Come on then, I'll explain everything once we're out of here."

As the two Pokémon hurried towards the elevators, one of the books on one of the bookshelves shifted to one side, a pair of eyes watching them from the shadows…

Well, this took alot of time to write, but it is done! Unless it turns out that more are needed, there are now five more Chapters to go for the first episode! Chapter XX is going to very likely be a big one. So despite my efforts, that Chapter could take time. But I will be focusing my efforts on completing that chapter! Either way, enjoy the little bit of development and lore here! And the build up for Chapter XX.
 
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POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON
GUARDIANS OF BALANCE

ALWAYS AUDACITY
CHAPTER XX – DARK TRUTH

The sun was already dipping below the horizon as Aidan led the way out of the Guild tree, leaving the sky a smudgy orange that had started shrouding the entire town in darkness. Few Pokémon remained in the square, and those few remaining were already closing up their shops or making their way into their cabins and homes.

Aidan hopped along at a rapid pace, even faster than Alice had been within the tunnels under Broken Wood, and Sam scrambled to run after the Froakie. "Whoa Aidan!" Sam barked, "Slow down will you?!"

"Quiet down!" Aidan countered, pushing down on of the paths leading into the trees. "Just try and keep up!"

"I'm certainly trying to!"

They pushed down the path, and with Aidan's speed, they had soon cleared the outskirts of Robinswood. His partner pushed onwards, heading towards the south, Sam realised. What the heck is Aidan up to?

Bringing himself to a halt, Aidan snapped his gaze all around them, his eyes searching the trees for any signs of movement and likewise with the path. Sam had to wonder what on earth he was so worried about. But before he could either fully consider that, Aidan pounced off the path and into the trees. Mind racing, Sam leapt in behind him, struggling to follow the frog as he stumbled over thick roots and around the trees. "Aidan! Where the hell are you going?"

"Almost there…" Aidan replied from ahead, with a final bound, landed with a small clearing within the forest. Sam panted as he stepped into the clear. His heart pounded, taken aback by how fast Aidan could move if push came to shove.

The Froakie scanned the space one more time, before finally letting out a sigh and turning towards Sam. "Sorry for that." He explained, letting out a little puff of air. As if on cue, the orange sky faded away into a dark blue as night finally settled above his head. "I just had to get us away from the town first. This isn't something I wanted to risk anyone hearing back in town."

Straightening up, Sam pulled a deep frown. "Must be pretty serious if you wanted us to get away from Robinswood." He grumbled, crossing his arms. "Alright Aidan, what's all this about?".

Aidan looked over the Scorbunny, the two small bubbles on his nose twitching a little bit as part of his scan. "I guess I owe you an explanation." He turned away, his gaze seeming to pierce the trees towards the south west. "The thing is… there is another job I do."

"Another job?" Sam questioned, leaning forward an inch. "What kind of job is so serious you have to be outside of town to actually talk about it?"

Aidan closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as if preparing himself for what was to come. Or maybe he was trying to convince himself to stop at the last second. But regardless of what was buzzing about in his head, he nodded to himself and turned back towards Sam.

"I'll get straight to the point. I'm a smuggler."

Sam blinked, his heart missing a beat as the word pounded against his chest. A lump forming in his float, he slowly began to shake his head. "You're pulling my leg, right?" he questioned, his brow furrowing. "You can't be some kind of crook!"

Aidan shook his head, "Sorry Sam." He said blankly, "But I am a smuggler. I handle some of the goods that come into the Sea of Wonders."

He bowed his head a little bit, almost as if accepting judgement. Sam's head continued to shake, struggling to come to terms with this. A smuggler… so bringing in illegal goods? I don't know how trade and all that works in this world… but damn it… why is it… no! Aidan can't be one!

But as his partner patiently waited for his response, standing at the other side of the clearing with his head hanging, his doubts began to fade away… he knew how serious Aidan could get on key issues… and Aidan had been so open with him before about things

He… is he actually… but… if he actually is… then what is he actually-

Sam bared his buckteeth, "Why the hell are you doing this!? What stuff are you bringing in!? Weapons!? Or something worse!? People?!"

Aidan's eyes widened, both hands snapping forward and waving hurriedly back at him. "No no! Not like that!"

"Then what are you bringing in!?" Sam snapped, taking a step forward. "What are you bringing in that is illegal!?"

"Medicines!"

He took a step forward, only to stop dead in his tracks at the words. "M-Medicines?"

Aidan tilted his head, eyes flicking up to the night sky. "Well, not just that. I sometimes bring in rare foods and items amongst other things, but medicines are one big thing."

"And what? You get a little bit of profit off that?"

"Only a little bit. My prices a lot cheaper than the other smugglers who came here. They tried to rip everyone off."

Sam growled, "And that's supposed to make things seem better?"

"Because if I wasn't here, people in the islands who need critical supplies will end up suffering!" Aidan snapped, fists clenched, "But certain idiots would rather keep this stuff stuck in their coffers back home. How else are folks are going to get it?"

Sam opened his mouth to reply, but the words faded away just as quickly as his anger. "W-What? This stuff is being horded away?"

"In a way, yeah."

Sam frowned, he wanted to snap at Aidan. Smuggling was a crime; he was sure of it. And yet, if something fishy was going on…

"Alright." He started with a sigh, shaking his arms loose. "Tell me about this from the beginning."

Aidan hopped over to one of the trees… and incredibly managed to push himself up onto his hind legs. They quivered as he managed to lean against the tree, wincing as he did so. Sam bite his lip, "Aidan… are you sure you can do that?"

The Froakie pulled a thin grimace, "Yeah, I'll be fine… just… strengthening my legs."

Gulping, he continued, "Well… remember that I mentioned that I came from Sand, and my family was rich?"

"Yeah." Sam said, crossing his arms, "You decided to leave for Robinswood right?"

"That was part of it." Aidan admitted, eyes closed, "I was originally going to join the family trade business. Hell, I was already volunteering in it. But that's when I started looking deeper on the actual goods being traded and regulated."

"Assume I'm an idiot when it comes to all this." Sam said, "I know there is a lot more trade today compared to even a few years ago."

"You are right there. You've seen some of the items that are traded. We're talking food, clothing, orbs and medicines. Frankly there is a lot. Now, as part of all the trade agreements, some goods are regulated or banned."

"Like what?" Sam asked.

Aidan shook his head, "There are too many to list, but whilst there are some items which definitely deserve to stay on that list, but as I started working… I noticed some of them shouldn't have even been on there at all. I mean, I'm talking about special medicines that can alleviate headaches, viruses or other illnesses. There are rare fruits that can help improve health. Rare books that can help teach Pokémon how to reinforce their homes or learn new skills."

"Okay, then why would that be a problem?" Sam questioned, his ears tilting forward as his curiosity began to build up.

The Froakie nearly spat his reply out, "Bureaucratic bullshit. They say that the items in question are outdated, too dangerous or not as effective as the stuff otherwise available. The truth is, many of the guys in charge either don't want those products cutting into their bottom line, or they are hording that stuff for themselves and stopping the folks who actually need it from getting it."

He opened his eyes again, "With all the restrictions on the continents, that only incentivised the worst kind of smugglers to go on crime sprees and sell of those goods at insane prices, and people are going out of the way to ruin themselves out of Poke to get them. When I tried to tell my father about all this, along with the other leaders back on Sand…"

Sam caught a glimpse of Aidan's arm quivering, his hand squeezed tight enough it was going whiter than normal. "I was laughed out, and on top of already being seen as that 'weird' family member, my reputation in Sand only got ruined even further."

"You… you were treated badly back home?" Sam asked back, the desire to reach out and pat his partner's shoulder growing.

With a nod, he continued, "I was kinda shoved around as a kid. I wasn't slated to take over the company, and I was different enough that most folks didn't want much to do with me. After everything, I just had enough. When I tried to set up a separate business, they dropped the prices so low I couldn't compete. After seeing what they were doing with the goods there, and how many people needed them... I figured I had little left to lose by getting into smuggling. If I could cut the prices on them goods, I could push out the cruellest smugglers out, and be a pain in the ass of the elite. Actually, worked for a while." He puffed up his cheeks, "But then I got caught."

Wincing again, Aidan finally dropped down from his lean and back onto four limbs. Sam instinctively took a step forward, but Aidan merely raised a hand to stop him, "I managed to get on the first ship out of Sahra City and made my way here. After a while, once I saw similar problems going on here, and I started to establish a little smuggling network here too."

He managed a shrug, "It's just a side thing though, I'm genuine in wanting to do exploring. It's part of the reason why people didn't like me back in Sand. There never was a massive investment in exploration over there."

Aidan sighed, focusing his gaze directly onto Sam himself. "So, there it is, my life story for you. Like I said, I wanted to give things a little more time but stuff… has kinda got in the way of that."

Silence reigned, Sam's heart slowly pounding hard in his chest. It took him a moment to realise that Aidan was waiting for him to reply.

I mean… smuggling anything is a crime… good intentions or not… he is committing an illegal act… but at the same time… he's been a good friend. And if he is doing things because of some really screwed up ****… especially after the kind of life he has lived?

Sam let out a heavy sigh, stepping up to Aidan and patting his shoulder with a furred hand. "Well… I can understand why you went ahead with this. To be honest… err…"

"Go on." Aidan quietly urged.

The Scorbunny hesitated, "If you want me to join you… I can't say I would actually do smuggling… but I can keep quiet about it. If you really are doing it for a genuinely good reason, then I won't stand in the way."

A small smile slowly spread across the frog's face as he slumped, less from worry, but relief. "I'm glad to hear that. That would be all I ask."

"Why did you tell me this then?" Sam asked, "You could have just kept quiet about this and I would have been none the wiser."

Aidan shrugged, "Well… after what we've been through and with everything happening, I figured I'd be honest with you. You'd figure it out eventually and I guess a part of me wants to leave the door open, in case you wanted to join. But since you don't, that's fine too."

Sam tilted his head at that, I suppose that makes sense. At least he is trying to be upfront with me.

Aidan began to turn towards the trees, "Come on, I didn't bring us out here just to chat."

He hopped on into the trees, thankfully a lot slower this time than before, enough that Sam only needed to walk to keep up with him. "Then… why else did you bring us out here?"

"We've got a transaction."

Aidan led the way through the undergrowth, with only the twinkling stars above their head to light their way. Sam could sense he would have got lost the moment he would try and make his own way through the woods. But Aidan seemed to have a firm idea of where they were headed, and soon, they cleared the trees and found themselves within a larger clearing.

Sam tilted an ear at the sight of a very small carriage that came complete with a shroud over the top of it. It was catered to by a Pansage and an Aron who stood nearby. The green monkey towards the new arrivals, face composed and lips pressed tight together. "Aidan. What are you playing at?"

Aidan merely bowed his head, "Just an assistant, you can trust him."

The monkey and armoured Pokémon glanced at each other with narrowed eyes, and even in the dark, Sam could tell they were flicking their gazes over to him. As if scanning for any sort of sign of incoming betrayal. He felt himself stiffen, weary of one of them lunging forward at him. He knew how twitchy Greg's companions were, no doubt these guys would be the same.

Both however seemed to relax, and the monkey turned back towards Aidan. "You have the Poke?"

"It'll be handed to you back at the beach. I have someone there waiting for you, as previously agreed." Aidan said, "What about the package?"

The Pansage stepped up towards the cart and reached underneath the canvas to pull out a small box, barely bigger than one's hand and tossed it over towards the water-type. Easily catching it with one hand, Aidan flicked open a lid built into the top. Filling the box was a strange green powder, one that looked like it had the consistency of sand. Aidan leaned in closer, inspecting the contents before closing the lid and tossing the box over. "Looks good. Head further up the trail, there will be someone there waiting to offload it all."

Nodding, the Pansage replaced the box as the Aron began to move towards the front of the carriage, about ready to start pulling it, Sam guessed. He leaned in closer towards Aidan, one eye narrowed and focused on the two other Pokémon. "What was that he just showed you?" he asked.

"Healing Powder." Aidan explained, "It can help clear up pretty much any affliction you have. Paralysis, Poisoning, the lot."

"And why was it banned?"

"Eh… it's pretty bitter. Tastes nasty as all hell."

Sam frowned at the words, "Bitter? That's it?"

Aidan shrugged, "Well, apparently people can get addicted to it. But that is unlikely as long as you are careful with how much you take. Plus, to get rid of the taste, it can be mixed in with other stuff to do that."

Sam's frown only deepened. That's… pretty tame. I mean, if it can be carefully monitored then that's fair… but if people can get addicted to it…

"I know what you are thinking." Aidan confirmed, "I don't distribute a lot of powder to individuals at any time. That way I can make sure the chances of that happening are nil."

Nodding, Sam watched as the two smugglers began to move the carriage towards a path cutting through the trees, heading further to the west. His stomach churned, a part of his screaming that this was wrong. Even with the best of intentions, this was just wrong. And yet… this was Aidan he was thinking about here. Given everything he had seen Aidan do with him back in Robinswood and in Broken Wood… he just couldn't accept the possibility that the Froakie would allow for anything bad to happen. He did go and find Dan for a start… helped Bruce and helped himself.

"You alright?" Aidan asked, voice lowering.

In that moment, the Scorbunny realised he hadn't been breathing, and took in a deep, sharp hiss of air. "Y-Yeah… I don't want any part in this but… I trust you are doing the right thing in this…"

"That's fine. That's all I really ask. I wouldn't want you to get involved in this anyway."

Aidan did one small hop forward, his eyes fixed on the back of the carriage as it approached the edge of the clearing. "It's good to have someone who understands why I have to do this."

Sam tilted an ear again, his gut churning even more. "What makes you say that?"

The Froakie was already clenching his fist again, "Just some goodie-two-shoes." He growled, "Even when I have tried to explain that things like Healing Powder are safe if kept carefully managed, they still buy into the lies of the elite and think it's the most important thing in the world to stop people getting the help they need." Groaning, Aidan grasped his head and shook it hard. "Just thinking about it gives me a headache… I had to deal with enough of that back home. And that damn Pikachu and his mates always kept sticking their heads into my business!"

Sam rubbed the back of his head, "Well, you can't exactly blame them for being like that. They are only trying to follow the rules-"

His heart stopped dead, a cold chill settling over him as the memory rushed to the surface… all the way back from when he first awoke…

The yellow body from before he recognised as a Pikachu. Their eyes were shut and their face was relaxed… but the amount of blood covering them, especially round their neck…

"B-But this isn't just killing! You've torn them apart!"


"Seriously, if they had just opened their eyes for one minute… hey, Sam? What's wrong?"

Sam narrowed his eyes, his gaze burning into Aidan who stood across the way in the clearing.

"Oh, I was just thinking about those bandits? One of them was a Swampert right?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Just glad that guy got caught. Last I heard he was stealing a lot of supplies of the caravans."


"Sam?"

Staring down Aidan, Sam couldn't stop his body tremoring. And when he finally spoke, his voice was deeper, and he struggled hold it together. "What… did you just say about a Pikachu?"

Aidan blinked in confusion, before rubbing the back of his head with a hiss of air, "Did… I say a Pikachu? I meant a Pachirisu." He let out a clearly nervous chuckle. "I-I still get them mixed up a-"

"Stop lying to me!" Sam screamed, loud enough for Aidan to shuffle back. In the corner of his eye, the carriage, on the trail, shuddered to a halt. Sam panted; his eyes focused now purely on Aidan. "What about a Pikachu?" he questioned, firmer and far more direct.

Aidan seemed to hesitate, as if trying to work out another way of talking his way out.

Before finally closing his eyes and bowing his head. "…this operation has gone rather well… until a resident Pikachu and his Squirtle friend started snooping around."

A light blue coloured turtle, its head twisted at an awkward angle.

"…I tried to encourage them to look the other way, to stop chasing this all up but they refused to back down… they were going out to find evidence to bring to the Guild…" Aidan's voice quivered for a second, "So I decided to send a group Pokémon to convince them to back off… including a Swampert."

Sam's blood once more began to pump, now pounding in his ears as his whole body wouldn't stop twitching. His mind racing. Shock. Confusion. Betrayal. Anger. Rage. All of these emotions flowed through, brewing into a fire that burned in his chest. This wasn't about good intentions any more. A line had been crossed. Something Sam couldn't stand.

Aidan raised his hands slowly, his own voice quivering. "Look… I didn't-"

Sam barely registered his cry as the Scorbunny shot across the distance with Quick Attack, his foot flying into the smuggler's face with an almighty crack.

Aidan bounced across the grassy ground, grunting as he slid to a halt. The Aron and Pansage sprinted over to his side, looks of shock on their face as the Froakie began to push himself up to his feet. "Damn it Sam!" he managed snap, clutching his head as he pushed himself up, "For someone who listens a lot you do tend to throw yourself into trouble a lot do you!?"

"You had them killed!" Sam bellowed at the top of lungs, the flame within threatening to burn the fire type up. "How can you be helping Pokémon if you are also killing them too!?"

"I didn't order that idiot Greg to kill them!" Aidan snapped, eyes narrowing as he finally got back on his four feet. "And given that he did, it must have been in self-defence."

"Bullshit! I saw the bodies; Greg and his goons tore them apart! If you think running this operation is helping people, then you've lost it!" Sam shook his head, "Hiding a small little bit of smuggling is one thing, but hiding a cause behind murder? I'll never do that!"

Aidan's features softened, his two compatriots glancing nervously over at their employer. "I suppose… this means you are going to the authorities?" he quietly asked, almost pleadingly.

Sam bared his buckteeth, eyes burning as he locked onto Aidan. I can't let him get away with this! Even if he didn't intend for them to die, the fact he still sent Greg after them to do harm… I just can't stand by!

When his next words came out, they were barely more than a hiss. "You can count on that. I'm not letting you get away with this."

Aidan held his gaze for a moment longer, lips twitching for the briefest of moments.

Then he closed his eyes with a shake of his head, sighing softly. "Well. Sorry I have to do this."

His eyes snapped open, the Froakie leaping upright into a bipedal stance. In a moment, one ball of water swirled into existence in between his hands. A second later, the hands came apart and the ball split into two. In silence, Aidan took one step forward and threw the balls towards the Scorbunny.

Sam yelped in surprise as he rolled out of the way of the first water ball, the projectile sailing past where his head would have been to fly into a tree over his shoulder with a bang.

The second he wasn't so lucky with. The projectile slamming into his chest like a cannon ball. Sam felt all the air rush out of his lungs, the flame within immediately getting smothered under the ice-cold water. He felt himself fly… and immediately slam back down to the ground, bouncing once before rolling across the grass and skidding to a halt.

Pain pulsed through every part of his body, the rabbit crying out as he tried to pick himself back up, a sharper pulse rushing up through his limbs with every little movement. W-Water Pulse… how did Aidan know- He coughed, shakingly managing to get himself to his knees in find the three smugglers approaching him from three directions, with Aidan positioned at the centre of them, his eyes narrowing and his voice suddenly deep. "You know… I do kinda like you Sam. We've made a pretty good team so far, what with Broken Wood and that."

"What's your point?" Sam gasped, struggling to draw air back into his lungs.

"I meant what I said with the Guild." Aidan replied, crossing his arms, "We can still join, pretend this never happened and go on with our lives. We could make a real impact in the world. Help Pokémon."

His eyes narrowed even further, "I would like that. So, I'm giving you one more chance. Forget this ever happened, and we can go back to adventuring."

Sam narrowed his eyes, feeling the diminished flame starting to reignite in his chest. That Water Pulse may have hurt like hell, but it wasn't the Hydro Pump that Greg had nearly killed him with. Grass and Steel Types too… something that fire could definitely hurt. Even if he couldn't beat them… he could just create an opening to escape…

"I-I could never just forget all of this…" Sam managed to utter, spitting into the grass as he strained to get himself back upright. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Greg."

Straightening himself up, he looked at Aidan – his former partner – in the eye.

"I'd rather die."

Aidan's fists clenched, a hiss escaping his mouth as he began to step forward towards the Scorbunny. "Then you give me no choice…"

He started to rise to his feet, a new water pulse beginning to charge, "Goodbye old friend!"

"Not today asshole!"

Aidan blinked, his eyes widening in surprise at the new voice, "W-Who was-"

A brown shape flashed through the darkness above his head, sailing straight into Aidan with a salvo of two kicks straight into his face. Aidan let out a pained roar, flying back once more and sending his partners scrambling back to join him. The brown shape flipped backwards onto the ground in front of Sam, one fluffy ear coiled in and ready to strike.

Sam could barely hide his gasp, "Alice!?"

Alice settled into a more combat ready stance, only taking a brief glance back to check Sam over before focusing her gaze ahead. Following her eyes, he could see Aidan surrounded by his two smuggler partners, head clutched deeply in his hands and stuck between groaning and crying out.

"I knew you were hiding something Aidan." Alice stated with a clear bite in her tone. "But I never thought you'd stoop so low."

Aidan's pained eyes locked onto the Buneary, "Alice… Alice, Alice you little damn wi-agh!"

He tightened the grip on his head, a curse escaping his lips. Sam frowned, stumbling over to Alice's side. Damn, those headaches must be killing the poor guy. "How… how did you find us?" Sam managed to ask.

In the corner of his eye, Alice glanced once more over at him. "I've been following Aidan for a while, but I knew he was up to something when I saw him with you in the library." She pulled a shrug, "I figured Aidan was doing something screwed up around here, but never this.".

She focused her eyes on the still pained Aidan, "So what's the matter Aidan? Lost your tongue?"

Snarling, Aidan forced himself back onto four feet to face them. "You have always been a piece of **** Alice. Always have, always will be." He shook his head like a wet dog, his entire body tremoring. "You know what? I've had enough of this. I'm done with you constantly butting your head in my business! And I'm sick of the fact you have somehow managed to bend Sam here to your whims!"

Sam bristled up, the fire in his chest now beginning to flare fully once more. "No one manage to 'bent' me to their whims at all! The only one who has lied to me has been you!"

"Enough!" Aidan roared, one arm pulling up as he settled into a new stance. "I was going to hold this back for as long as I can… but I don't think I can do that anymore. Let me show you how strong I truly am!"

In that moment, Aidan's entire body was enveloped in white-blue light. Sam recoiled, his white paw shading his eyes from the bright glow. Narrowing his eyes, he struggled to focus his view back onto the Froakie.

Only it wasn't quite a Froakie anymore. Sam could only gasp as Aidan's form began to shift and change shape, growing to become twice the size he was before. Finally, with a brief flash, the light was blasted away from the Pokémon.

And left a completely new Pokémon in his place. Aidan's body was now a much darker blue this time, with a pair of spikes sweeping back from the top of his yellow eyes. A pair of eyes now locked on the two rabbits standing across from him.

Sam looked over to find Alice's eyes were now wide, struggling to hide her own surprise. "Evolution." She managed to utter out. "He's a Frogadier now…"

The Scorbunny narrowed his eyes. The fact that Aidan was able to stand on two legs and the fact that Aidan was able to use Water Pulse like that must have indicators that Aidan was ready to evolve! How did I never see that? I guess I was still shaky over everything that's happened!

Aidan laughed, inspecting his new hand in front of him with a sparkle in his eye. "Finally!" he exclaimed, his voice deeper. "Those headaches were really starting to ****ing kill me! I've held back on evolving for so long!"

Eyes narrowing, he jabbed a finger at the two rabbits. "Now! Cut them down!"

With a bark of acknowledgement, the Pansage and Aron charged towards them.

Sam slid his foot back, feeling the fire inside burn bright. "We're gonna have to work together Alice!"

In the corner of his eye, he could see Alice's head turn and return a sharp nod. "I'll deal with the Aron, the ape's all yours."

With that, Alice bounced forwards at the steel type, and Sam shot left to face the Pansage head on.

The monkey sprinted towards him on all fours, teeth bared as he charged. Fire vs Grass, should be easy!

Thankfully, even in the grass, little pebbles must have been present, and Sam managed to boot away an Ember straight at the grass-type. Grunting, the Pansage leapt to one side, the fireball striking the ground where he once stood. Sam pulled his foot back to fire off another attack, but within a blink of an eye it was already upon him.

Its claws flashed through the air at him, and Sam immediately leapt back once, then twice as the monkey chased after him. It shrieked all the while, each Fury Swipe only just missing Sam as he tried to beat a retreat. I can't get an ember off like this! Wait! I still have Quick Attack!

He kicked back extra hard on the next swipe, opening up some distance between him and the Pansage. He sprinted back forward, willing himself to go faster.

His foe attempted to swipe him again, but his claws only cut through thin air.

Sam blinked back into existence behind the Pansage, and with the briefest flash of a grin, booted another Ember into his back. The monkey cried out, thrown down onto his front with a thud. Wincing, he tried to push himself back up to his feet and bared his fangs, daring the Scorbunny to give it another shot.

He promptly answered by kicking a fresh fireball straight into the monkey's face. The Pansage let a faint gasp as he keeled over onto his back, unconscious and out of the fight.

"I've got mine!" Sam cheered, spinning round to find Alice punching the Aron in the face with a seemingly darker ear. "Great!" she barked, "Give me a hand with this guy!"

Sam jerked up straight, "I'm coming!" he shouted as he sprinted towards them.

Another ear-punch sent the Aron skidding back with a grunt, "Rock Smash!?" he rumbled, "How d- forget it, try dodging this!"

A crackle of blue energy flowed around the Aron. Instantly, Alice leapt back, "Shock Wave! Watch out!"

Sam barely registered it, "Sh-"

Alice bounced into the air just as the blue electric attack shot out from the Aron, flying straight towards him.

The Scorbunny could only cry out in agony as the bolt hit him. Pain surged through him as if he had just been set alight, stabbing into every part of his body.

It only lasted a couple of seconds, but as the discharged faded away, his limbs continued to jerk uncontrollably and the Scorbunny collapsing to his knees, only a single arm strong enough to keep himself up. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight off the now reduced but sharp pain that surged through him. His fur was stuck on end, his ears ringing with the crackle of electricity.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Alice throw off another Rock Smash, sending the Aron tumbling across the field into a battered heap. The Buneary's head swivelled left and right, "Aidan!? Where are you hiding!?" she shouted, a snarl on her lips.

Her eyes briefly passed over Sam, only to spring back and widen. "****! Are you still breathing there?"

Aidan silently fell in from above, touching down behind her. Before Sam could even shout, Aidan's glowing fist had already flown into Alice's side. She grunted as she was shoved onto her front. But just as quickly threw herself back onto her feet and charging back at Aidan, her ears throwing out punch after punch at the Frogadier. Aidan smirked as he casually dodged each punch with a twist to the side. With an angry yell, she jumped into the air, ready to fire off another Double Kick at the frog's head.

Sam blinked, and heard Alice's gasp.

Aidan had grabbed hold of her feet mid-attack, the Buneary's eyes wide with shock as her opponent threw one hand back and charged up another Water Pulse.

The injured Scorbunny could only watch as the water ball struck Alice hard. The rabbit screamed as she was thrown into the air and crashed back down to earth with a crack. Shivering, Alice struggled to push herself back up again, teeth gritted… only to collapse back into a heap, panting away.

A cruel laugh escaped Aidan's mouth, "By Arceus! That was too satisfying!" The Frogadier coughed, wiping his forehead with one hand. "Well, it's been fun Alice." He purred, stepping forward towards her on two legs and tightening his fist. Alice winced, trying to pull herself away, "But I think that this game is up. Might as well end your cursed existence."

Sam's heart threatened to burst out his chest, the fire in his chest raging once again. "Get away from her Aidan!" he barked, willing his limbs to stop shaking and throwing himself back up to his feet. His entire body protested at the sudden movement, but biting his lip Sam manage to stay upright. I'm… not letting Aidan get away with this!

Aidan raised a brow, opening his hand up to face him again. "And what are you going to do? Water types beat fire types. I'm one whole evolution ahead of you. And that's before you see what state you're in."

Shivering, Sam knew that Aidan was right. He held all the cards. Quick Attack wouldn't do enough on its own, and Ember might not even hurt Aidan at this point. But the fire in the Scorbunny only burned hotter than ever. To give up now would mean death. Not just for him, but for Alice too.

I can't… I won't give up now!

He took one painful step, then two, and began to sprint towards him. With a horrific yell, Sam kicked out his attack.

But instead of the sound of fire igniting, his ears picked up the crackle of electricity. A yellow ball of electricity sparked into life, growing bigger as it flew towards its target.

Aidan could only let out a surprised 'What?!' as the orb sailed into him, lifting the Frogadier off his feet and flinging him away. Sam skidded to a halt, watching in shock as Aidan cartwheeled across the ground and into a tree. The snap rung in his ears like a bell. H-How did I do that!?

"E-Electro Ball?" Alice managed to pant, looking up at him with her mouth agape.

He looked down at himself, finding the little yellow flickers of electricity flowing around him. That electric attack… I must have been charged up!

Sam clenched his fists, Electro Ball huh? Should be handy against water types then!

"Sam watch out!"

His head snapped back up in time to find Aidan throwing another Water Pulse straight at him.

His body still quivering, there was no way for him to dodge it. He held his arms out in front of him, braced for the impact.

And it hit hard. A wave of pain rushed up his arms, the ball of water shoving him back across the ground. Sam dug his feet in, gritting his teeth as he pushed back-

Wait – how am I-

The ball dissipated before him, leaving Sam standing. His arms ached and pulsed… but compared to the last water-type attack...

That felt like nothing!

Aidan straightened up, and it was his turn for his mouth to hang open. "H-How did you survive that?"

Sam blinked in confusion. That should have been the end of him, and yet, here he was.

And that is when he noticed the glow. He looked down again to find a soft blue glow flow around him, sheathing his entire body. "What is this!?" Aidan growled.

Alice pushed herself up that little bit more, a tiny grin straining to emerge across her face. "Libero."

"Lib-what?"

The Buneary looked over at the Frogadier with a truly cathartic and smug look. "Scorbunny's hidden ability. It changes one's type to the type of the move they are about to use. That means your water type moves won't hurt him as much, and his electric attack will hit you a lot harder."

Her grin grew that little bit bigger. "You aren't as clever as you think you are."

Aidan quivered, his eyes burning with rage.

Alice spun round to Sam, "Now! Hit him again!"

Sam sprung forward again, "Got it!".

Sliding his foot forward, he felt the electricity surge through him as another Electro Ball went flying forward. This time though, Aidan was ready, the Frogadier flinging himself forward and under the ball. As it sailed into the trees, he had rolled next to Alice, readying another Water Pulse as he sprung back to his feet. "That Libero won't save you Sam! One more attack and you're finished!"

Stumbling, Sam struggled to stay upright, his entire body screaming in protest as he tried to spark another Electro Ball… but he knew Aidan would get to him first.

He braced for the final blow.

Aidan started to throw-

Alice sprung backwards, crying out as she sailed straight into Aidan. Crying out, Aidan's Water Pulse sailed away. Sam flinched, ducking as the ball of water skimmed past his head and into the trees behind him. A near miss!

"Sam!" Alice screamed, "Now!"

He didn't hesitate, his feet throwing off sparks as he sent the Electro Ball flying.

Aidan's roar was cut short as his head snapped back as the orb struck his chin, lifting the frog clear off the ground. He sailed through the air, body flailing before he finally struck the ground with a horrific crack and crumpled into a bruised mess.

Sam keeled over, catching his hands against his knees to hold himself up with the remaining strength he had left. I… I did it…

Aidan's body stirred, a quiet moan rising from him.

A chill fell down on him like an axe as his old partner pushed himself back up to his feet. Aidan shuddered, clearly struggling to stay up himself. "You…" he hissed, eyes almost literally on fire, "You're dead!"

He took a step forward. Sam shuddered, feeling his face beginning to get wet. He tried to blink the tears away, but it was no use. He was in no state to fire another attack off. It was over.

They were going to die.

"Hey! I think they went this way!"

Aidan stiffened, his head snapping upwards. Sam glanced over his shoulder, where within the gloom of the trees, faint orange lights flickered in and out in the dark. "I can see something ahead!" came a familiar voice. "I'll have a look!"

J-Jack…

Aidan's eyes flicked back and forth between the injured or fainted Pokémon, and the lights at Sam's back. As if trying to debate wherever or not he should take his chances at killing his foes. Sam could feel the scales shifting, ready to tip one way or another.

Fist's clenching, Aidan shook his head. "Damn it… you've got lucky this time."

He jabbed a finger at Sam, hatred evident in his expression. "But mark my words! I trusted you. I actually thought you were my friend! But I'm not letting you get in my way!" Aidan turned away from him. "Goodbye, old friend."

And with that, Aidan sprinted away into the trees.

Sam watched him go, his entire body shuddering out of his control. It's over…

A quiet groan brushed by his ears, and Sam glanced over to find Alice trying to sit up, only to slump back down onto her back. Wincing, he started to stumble towards her. Every part of his body was protesting, begging him to stop. But he pressed on, trying to get to her side.

He was literally right next to her when his legs finally gave up, and with an understandable lack of grace, unceremoniously toppled face first into the ground next to her.

Sam lay there in silence, only the sound of his own breathing confirming that he was still awake or even alive. His mind went to and from, bordering on the edge of unconsciousness.

"Sam…" Alice uttered, "Are you dead?"

Blinking, Sam coughed and rolled his head towards the source of the sound. Alice's eyes were half closed, but with her head rolled over, they were focused straight on him.

"Y-yeah…" he snarked weakly. "You?"

She let out a pained huff that could only indicate amusement. "Yeah."

They remained silent again, the sounds of the approaching search parties getting ever closer.

"Nice… moves by the way." She whispered.

The Scorbunny managed to nod softly back. "Thanks… and Alice?"

"Yeah?"

"…thank you… I wouldn't have got out without you…"

Alice didn't immediately respond, but even in his state, Sam saw – or at least thought he saw – the flicker of a tear in one of the Buneary's eyes.

"S-sure."

The beat of wings finally reached Sam's ears, as the bug-like form of Jack hovered over their heads. "Holy- are you two okay? What happened?"

Sam closed his eyes, letting out a little sigh. "That's… a long story…"

And in record time, Chapter XX is now done! I will probably slow down now, as I will be catching up with other projects, as well as revisiting the first few chapters based on some of the feedback I have recieved. Those first chapters were done when I was less committed to writing GoB, so I figured I might as well sort them out and improve them whilst working on Chapter XXI. Either way, hope you have enjoyed this one!
 

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POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON
GUARDIANS OF BALANCE

ALWAYS AUDACITY
CHAPTER XXI: THE CURSED PAST

And so, Chapter XXI is now up! Sorry for the delay, as I decided to take a break and focus on other projects. But this was a major chapter in it's own right, so I figured I would get it done!

As a bonus, in response to some feedback, I have expanded and reworked Chapter I, complete with an all new scene and some neatened up content, so be sure to check that out! Either way, enjoy Chapter XXI and the new Chapter I!

Sam was stuck bouncing between two sides of a very thin coin. On one side, there was that feeling of comfort and security that flowed over him like a warm wave. An utterly pleasant and welcome feeling after all the troubles and horrors of the day.

On the other side, was the heavy breathing of the clearly pissed off Rapidash, busy doing the healing.

"Are you truly that stupid!" Rebecca snorted, her horn glowing as she focused her Heal Pulse on himself and Alice. From Sam's perspective, sprawled out across the couch, he could just make out the Buneary slumped upright against the seat, a pair of narrowed eyes focusing on the horse.

"Come on!" Jack started, hovering in the background, "That's just uncool, you can't just go off like this on them!"

"Someone has to say it!" Rebecca growled back.

"Look." Alice started, sounding so tired that she didn't even seem to have the energy to be angry anymore. "I knew Aidan was up to something for weeks now. I only followed a lead and stumbled into something far bigger."

"You could have called for help!" barked the fairy-type. "Or reported this to the Guild!"

"And who would believe me?" Alice quipped back, "The cursed kid? Hell, I tried and it only just worked."

Sam sighed deeply, "To be honest, if Alice didn't jump in when she did, I would have been toast."

He caught a flicker of a glance from the Buneary, and a glare from the Rapidash. "You weren't much better! Walking out in the dead of night alone and rather than fleeing from danger, or playing along to report it to us, you try to fix the problem yourself!"

Unable to muster the will to counter the argument, Sam simply redirected his gaze back towards the wooden ceiling, and the white lamp that hung above. "Yeah… I guess that's what happens when you get betrayed by someone you trust."

Rebecca seemed ready to snap back, but no answer came.

But Sam knew the Rapidash had a point. The gravity of what had happened just over an hour ago now beginning to pull him down, even in the shelter of the Guild Tree after Jack and the other Guild members found them.

The fact that Aidan – someone who he thought was his friend – tried to kill him. All to keep his precious smuggling operation safe. The fact that Aidan tried to have Sam put aside the fact that he had sent goons to hurt that Pikachu and their team only added salt into the wound.

Maybe once upon a time Aidan really wanted to help people. Maybe he was desperate enough to try smuggling and he really had the best of intents. But to go so far to try and cover his tracks…

He closed his eyes. Regardless of what had happened now, someone who had once been his partner was now an enemy. And Sam knew that this was far from over. We'll come across each other again… I'm fairly sure of that.

The familiar wave of warmth faded away as the Heal Pulse ceased. "How are they?" came the quiet, composed voice of Rex.

Sam pushed himself upright to find Rex stepping down a set of stone steps into the lower level of his office, with Esper and Jack following him down. Rather than being rushed to the clinic, Sam and Alice had been quickly healed up impromptu at the field and swiftly rushed straight back to the Guild Tree once Jack had learnt what happened. Sam supposed they wanted to hear the story straight from him, and that had been proven quite accurate as he did a brief summary of what had happened.

Rebecca, looking a little bit calmer – if only just – turned her head towards the guild master. "They'll live. They got lucky though, try and keep them from running off to do heroics."

Rex bowed his head in response, "I'll try. Thank you, Rebecca. I've taken up enough of your time."

With a quiet snort and a nod of her own, she strode out of the office. Rex settled himself down on the couch opposite from Sam and Alice, his cool blue eyes glancing between the pair. "You two do seem to have a thing for getting into some kind of trouble, do you?" he mused.

Sam felt one fist clench, "It's not funny."

"Of course it's not." Rex replied, "And I'm not trying to belittle you both. Just trying to make a little light of things."

He leaned forward; hands cupped together. "How are you two though? You have been through a lot just today."

Sam leaned back into the couch, noting how soft it was against his head. "I'm alright… just a bit, err…"

He frowned, trying to rephrase his sentence. "Just been a long day."

In the corner of his eye, he could see Alice nod back.

"I'm so sorry you have had to go through this. Both of you." Rex replied, "If you ever need anything, let me know. Understand?"

Sam nodded back, and the Blaziken leaned further forward on his couch. "Sam, you got to know Aidan rather well, after all he trusted you a great deal, even just after one day. Was there anything he said that could better link him to this smuggling operation he is running? Or anything more about him that might help investigate him?"

The Scorbunny shook his head as he leaned forward, still trying to dig deeper into his memory for any snippet that could help. "He did get quite nasty at a few points, and those headaches were pretty regular. But nothing he said mentioned anything related. He did say he wanted to stick it to his family, but that was something he just brushed over. I never thought it would be that, err, deep."

"He had snuck off a few times in the woods. And seemed to be getting a little bit of extra cash." Alice added, "I noticed he was paying a few Pokémon underhanded, and he was trying to make himself more of a voice within the barracks. That's when I started looking to see what he was up to."

"Any idea who those Pokémon were?" Esper noted, sitting down next to Rex whilst Jack touched down on the floor besides the two couches.

"I couldn't get a good view of their faces. And they seemed to be using something to muffle their voices." The Buneary shrugged, "I guess they didn't want to take any chances with rabbit ears."

The Blaziken and the Meowstic shared a glance, one that seemed to radiate some level of concern between them. Especially from the Blaziken, who's hands seemed to tighten up at the words.

Sam frowned, eyes narrowing. "You don't believe us."

For the first time since they met, Rex's face darkened with a little bit of anger. His brow furrowing and his beak clicking, struggling to restrain himself. Sam felt himself shiver a little bit, worried that the fighting bird would start shouting at him. But the fact that the Blaziken kept his gaze away from the Scorbunny seemed to indicate otherwise.

"I believe you." Rex said, "If I could, I'd have wanted posters for Aidan posted up in every part of Robinhood and apprehend him myself. But it's not me you have to convince."

"I don't understand."

"Robinswood isn't an independent town." Esper said, leaning forward herself. "Whilst the Guild does handle the capture of criminals, it is the judicial bodies back in each of the continents that gets to decide wherever we can try them or not. No doubt someone is already writing up a report about what has happened to send back to their superiors."

Shuddering, Sam snarled in response, "So you're saying Sand could just write Aidan's actions off? That's stupid!"

"That's politics for you." Rex replied, rubbing his crest with a clearly frustrated look. "We've got a small window to try and find any additional evidence, or preferably Aidan himself."

"And if we are lucky, Sand might actively want him caught." The Meowstic added, her eyes narrowing. "That is, if Aidan wasn't lying about that description you gave as well Sam."

"The fact that you didn't sniff him out doesn't do you much good." Alice said bluntly.

"Alice!" Rex snapped, his eyes darkening, "We've disc-"

Sam stiffened as he looked over at the Buneary, shaking her head to interrupt the guild master. "Guildmaster, if Aidan could fool everyone here about his true intent and set up a network around Robinswood, then any crook or lunatic could walk in with a false background. We need to check around the town itself and carefully, otherwise they can slip away without any problem to themselves."

Esper flashed an unblinking gaze towards the Bliziken, but Sam could tell she was nervous. Indeed, the guild master's snap made him half worried that Rex was going to throw Alice out of the room. But instead, the guild master returned an unblinking stare… before slipping out an amused huff, a faint flicker of a smile forming round his beak, "I wouldn't be so blunt next time, but you are right." He turned towards Esper, "Can you double check the details of each of the residents of Robinswood? Discretely?"

The feline bowed her head towards the guildmaster. "Of course, but it will take time without utilising my psychic power."

"Let's reserve that as an absolute last resort." Rex stressed, "Just work through things the old-fashioned way."

"I'll get started now, whilst any evidence is fresh."

"Go ahead."

Bowing once more, she turned to look over the two rabbits. She carefully scanned them both, mouth twisting as if in thought, trying to recall something. But then she bowed her head towards them, "I'm sorry for everything that has happened. I've taken precautions to make sure you aren't in any danger. Take care."

As the Meowstic walked out of the room, Rex leaned forward towards the two rabbits. "In all seriousness, I have to apologise for everything that has happened to you today. Both of you."

Sam straightened up, "It's no problem, guildmaster." He replied, "I mean, it's no one's fault here. Save for, well…"

He couldn't bring himself to say Aidan's name.

"I agree with him." Alice added, with a faint hint of warmth in her voice. That was a small, but helpful amount of reassurance to the Scorbunny's mind.

"Very well then." Rex confirmed, "Then in that case, I advise you get some rest. You will be safe in your own rooms and in Robinswood, you have my word."

"Thanks." Sam replied, sliding off the couch. Alice likewise did the same, returning a simple nod to the Blaziken as she started walking out of the office. Sam moved to follow her.

"By the way Sam." Rex started, prompting the Scorbunny to look back. The bird was still seated, making himself look smaller than if he was bringing his full height to bare. "Tomorrow, it might be a good idea to ask the other recruits if you can join their team. I can hold a place in the guild, but the team requirements are still out of my control."

Of course. Sam mused, You need a team to work for the guild proper. Safety reason, I suppose.

"No worries." He replied, "I'll ask around."

Rex returned a nod, "Then have a good night, Sam."

*****
Sam strode out of the office feeling more alone then ever. Aidan had been the one constant he had since waking up here. And it had only been a couple of days! And all of a sudden, he was now on the run, no doubt planning his next crime.

Sure, the other recruits and the guild members - Eck, the entire town – would be on hand. He was certain of that. But right now, Aidan's absence and betrayal had left a hole in his chest.

He looked up to find the brown form of Alice approaching one of the elevators in the small lobby. In that moment, he realised that he was being an idiot. There had been another constant, if he wasn't being completely blind.

"A-Alice!" Sam shouted, breaking off into a jog. The Buneary turned towards him, looking tired but not angry as he approached. "I just wanted to say thanks." Sam said. "Properly and not half dead, I mean." He rubbed the back of his head, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't still be alive."

Alice merely shrugged; her eyes closed. "It was nothin'." She replied, "You didn't do half bad yourself."

Sam nodded gratefully, "If you need anything… well, just let me know alright? I mean, we made a good team there."

"We got lucky. And it's best if people don't start hearing you say that."

Sam blinked, "Huh?"

The Buneary crossed her arms narrowing, "One good thing isn't going to change the fact most people don't like me. Don't get me wrong, you did well there, but if you think I'm going to be all happy about it, I'm not. Aidan still got away, and I'm not looking for friends."

She started to turn away again. No! Sam growled to himself; I'm not letting you slip away sulking again!

Against his better judgement, he grabbed hold of her arm. The Buneary immediately spun round, ears coiling to strike. "The hell-"

"Alice, shut up and listen!" Sam snapped, hard enough for the other rabbit to recoil a touch. "Every single time someone tries to be nice to you, you push them away. Enough that no one seems to be able to work out who you are and they just fall back on this… this damn curse!"

He narrowed his eyes, "Right now, I'm only person who is even willing to help you out completely. What the hell went so wrong for you to be so hostile? Let me help, please I owe you that!"

Alice glared back at him, "You don't have any idea what I've had to put up with." She hissed, body shivering as if being restrained.

Sam tilted his head, "You're right. I don't." he admitted, "But I've just been betrayed by my friend, and I still have no memory of my life since a few days ago. I'm probably the best you're going to get."

She kept her burning eyes set on him, and yet, she didn't lunge back at him. Even then, he could imagine the gears turning and soon enough, her lips were pressing together and her nose was wrinkling. That conflict bubbling up to the surface.

"…idiot!" she hissed quietly, one ear popping back up as she tore her gaze away. She hesitated, and Sam released his grip on her arm.

That seemed to be enough.

"Follow me." Alice said, climbing onto the elevator.

As Sam stepped aboard, Alice swung the switch up, and the elevator rose higher up into the tree. Indeed, she didn't get the elevator to stop until they were quite literally at the top. They emerged onto an open-air balcony amidst the huge branches of the tree. A single building was built into what was the upper most part of the tree trunk. The carvings of what appeared to be two bird Pokémon stretching their wings over the closed entrance seemed to confirm it as the TalonKnight Post Office.

But instead of going for the entrance, she went round the side of the building. She scanned the wooden wall, tracing her hand across the bark. "I think it was… here."

Sam noticed her fingers had caught a lip in the bark, and from there, she grabbed hold of it with both hands. Grunting, she pulled a whole section of bark back, revealing an opening inside, big enough to crawl through. "Close it behind you." She said as she made her way inside. Sam followed, making sure to pull back the hatch.

"What is this?" Sam asked, "Some other way into the Post Office?"

"It's an old vent." Alice replied, "But it doesn't go into the office, it goes towards the top."

"And what's there?"

"You'll see."

Sam moved behind Alice on his hands and knees, finding himself shrouded in the darkness of the vent. The only indication that he was getting anywhere was the fact he could feel himself move over the bumps in the floor beneath him, and the fact that the vent was sloping upwards.

Soon enough, light began to shine at the end of the vent, and Sam pulled himself out onto a small wooden balcony, only really a metre and a half in area. A sheer drop greeted him on one side, with only a tiny wooden railing barely a third of his height stopping him from falling to his demise.

Alice had already sat herself down on the floor, her eyes gazing off into the distance. Sam shivered at the sight of the drop, trying to focus his eyes on the rabbit. "How high up are we?" Sam asked.

"About as high up as we can get unless you are good at climbing." Alice confirmed.

"Huh… so… what are we doing up here?"

The Buneary pointed a finger out into the distance. "That."

His eyes followed her finger… and he gasped at the sight that opened up before him.

Standing amongst a vast forest, and standing against the backdrop of distant mountains and the stars above, was the most colossal and breath-taking tree he had ever seen.

Even at the night, the whole tree was bathed in a soft, warm light. Light that was radiating from its spectacular canopy. Instead of green, the leaves must have been every single shade of the rainbow. Reds, greens, violets, the whole lot. Golden vines hung from that canopy, adding their own light to the tree as a whole. A golden trunk hefted the whole construct into the sky. Altogether, it was massive. So massive that it would make the Guildtree look little more than a sapling. The trunk alone had to be at least five times the width, and the tree three times as tall.

And that, was a minimum. The whole tree stood proud over its surroundings, like the biggest jewel in a very expensive crown.

Sam's lungs began to burn, and he quickly realised he wasn't breathing. He gulped in a breath of cold air; eyes fixed on the giant tree. "W-what is that thing?"

"That's the Tree of Life."

Frowning, the Scorbunny turned towards Alice. "The Tree of Life?" he asked, "That can't be a thing, right?"

"Believe it."

Sam settled himself down next to her, keeping his eyes focused on the colourful tree in the distance. "I've got to admit, it looks pretty." He simply said, not quite finding the right words to explain his awe at the sight of the tree.

"It is." Alice admitted, "Still going strong even after everything that had happened to it."

"What's it even supposed to be anyway? Beyond the whole life thing." Sam asked, leaning forward.

The fellow rabbit shook her head, "I'm not really an expert." She explained, "Apparently that thing is the source of all life on this world."

"All of it?"

"Yeah."

The Scorbunny seemed to lean even further forward, feeling the goosebumps forming on the back of his neck. All life. And this thing had been sat in the Sea for all this time? How the heck did I even miss it? I guess I wasn't high enough each time.

The awe however turned into confusion. "You said the Tree was still going strong after everything. What do you mean by that?"

He looked over to find Alice had stiffened, eyes now looking blank as she looked over at the Tree of Life. "Have you heard about something called Dark Matter?"

Sam frowned, trawling back through his memory. "Only by name." he admitted, "I came across a book with it as a title. What about it?"

Alice closed her eyes, and Sam leaned back, focusing all of his attention on her.

"Dark Matter was some kind of entity that ran on negative emotions." She explained, "I don't really care about the details, but it attacked the Tree of Life six years ago."

"Six years ago-"

Sam stiffened as the memory resurfaced.

'The planet nearly got thrown into the sun. Yeah, that was pretty shitty. I mean, friends getting turned to stone?'

Aidan had told him that. About a horrible crisis six years ago.

Was that it? Dark Matter was responsible for that?

"Wait… did it include the planet getting thrown off into space?"

Alice again seemed to hesitate, before finally nodding. "That's the one."

"Geez…" Sam whispered, eyeing the tree again. Wondering what kind of power it would take to throw an entire planet into space.

Only then did Alice's eyes to sharpen, looking over at Sam. "You really have no memory of that?"

Sensing himself shrink, he looked away towards the balcony floor. He wanted to curse that amnesia of his. He couldn't bring to mind if he had even been around to live through that crisis.

"Consider yourself lucky then." Alice said softly, leaning back far enough to put her back against the wooden wall behind her. "When Dark Matter attacked, it either corrupted Pokémon to its cause of destroying the world… or it turned them into stone."

Sam wanted to tell her to shut up. He almost couldn't believe that this Dark Matter was capable of causing so much harm. But as he looked across at her face, and heard how softly she spoke, he knew she wasn't playing him for a fool. Not with how sad she looked.

"I was only a teenager then." Alice explained. "I can still remember it like it was yesterday."

*****​

"Alice!"

The Buneary bounced down the stairs like a rocket, going about three steps at a time. Too fast as it turns out, when her foot connected with the corner of the rug. She cried out, struggling to keep her balance as tried to bounce down the last steps. She landed on her feet with a loud thud, the young girl wincing as she stumbled on forward.

"Alice, I told you to come downstairs! Not to try and break your own neck!"

Alice looked up to find a Lopunny towering over her. He hands rested on her hips and she looked down with a scrawl on her face, her massive ears swept back behind her.

Sheepishly, Alice pulled a little grin. "Sorry Mum. Didn't want to keep you waiting." She motioned with a fist pump. "Gotta get out and train."

The Lopunny held her gaze for a moment longer, seemingly unamused.

Then the little smile formed. "Well, I did tell you we had to get up early kiddo." She teased.

"I was getting all warmed up!" Alice protested, pumping her two ears in and out into the air. "All those stretches and jogging in my room, I wanted to make sure I was ready to get started!"

"So, you got up early." Her mother replied, "Didn't tell me what you were thinking, or rather, got too excited to think about it, then did a warm up in your room. I haven't done a warmup yet." The smile transformed into a cheeky smirk. "Now you'll have to wait for me. And have to do another warm up again."

It took a moment for her to realise what she had just done. Groaning, Alice stomped the ground. Above her head, she could her mother chuckle warmly. "Oh, don't worry. I'll just warm up on the way to the training ground."

Alice beamed at the words with painfully obvious delight.

A little bell rung, "So, how are my two girls doing?"

The Buneary's grin grew even bigger as she spun towards the entrance of their little cottage. A white furred feline had pushed his way through the door, massive red marks running across his body. He had a massive brown sack slung over his shoulder. The Zangoose flashed a massive grin as he walked through. The Lopunny rolled her eyes, "Happy until you showed up." She purred, clearly in a better mood with the Zangoose's arrival. "We're just about to head over for training now, Sylvain."

Sylvain's grin got even bigger, "Well, you two better make the most of it. I'll have one heck of a good snack ready when you get back." He plonked the sack down on the floor, the red glint of an apple sticking out of the top. "I managed to pick up some extra apples on the way back from the Trail Office." He explained.

"Any jobs on the board?"

"Nope. All clear Tyera."

She brushed one ear back. "All the more time to train then."

The little cottage was split between a small kitchen and a lounge by a round wooden table. Reaching over it, Tyera picked up a pair of red fingerless clothes and slipped them on. "Come on kiddo." She said, waving for Alice to follow. "I'll race you there."

My mum and dad were my whole world. We lived in a small village at the far end of the Air continent, where they worked as explorers.

They were on an exploration team?

Yeah. Mum was training me to become an explorer too. I was so excited to go ahead with it. But it was as we were getting ready to go out for another day of training when it happened.


All of a sudden, the room darkened. The light fading from the windows of the room. Sylvain stiffened, eyes narrowing as he peered through one of the windows. "What the- where did those clouds come from?"

Alice frowned, feeling her heart beginning to pound. This couldn't be right. It was perfectly sunny just a moment ago. "W-What's going on?"

Tyera peered outside herself, body already tensioning for a fight. "I'm not sure. A ghost type?"

"Never seen a ghost type blot out the sky." Sylvain replied.

"Why would anyone do that?" Alice asked, "C-Could it be a prank?"

"I don't know kiddo." Tyera said, her expression stern as she scanned the surroundings of the cottage. "Just stay away from the windows."

CONSIDER THIS A WARNING TO ALL POKÉMON IN THIS WORLD!

Alice recoiled as the voice boomed, moving to cover her ears. But then she realised, it wasn't a sound. It was coming from inside her head!

Tyera and Sylvain jerked upright, sharing a worried glance between each other. They could hear it too!

I AM YVELTAL! I AM THE ONE TRUE DESTROYER! I AM THE END OF ALL POKÉMON!

"What in the blazes is this!?" Sylvain growled, claws flashing. "This is some kind of trick!"

"Mum!" Alice asked, voice quivering, "What is going on!"

Tyera backed away from the door, wrapping one arm around her daughter protectively. "Stay close to me!" she hissed, eyes flicking from window to window. "Syl, I don't think this is."

ALLOW ME TO DEMOSTRATE. NOW I SHALL SEND ALL POKÉMON OF THIS WORLD… TO THE VOID! I SHALL SNATCH AWAY THE ENERGY OF ALL POKÉMON!

"M-Mum…"

Sylvain had backed up to join his family, defensively raising his claws up.

IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE FOR YOU TO POSSIBLY ESCAPE. NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD… NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU RUN… I SHALL HUNT YOU DOWN. YOU WILL BECOME NOTHING! PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR THE COMING OF MY WRATH! TREMBLE BEFORE THE GREAT TERROR I SHALL UNLEASH! FEEL THE UNENDING DESPAIR I SHALL BRING TO THE WORLD!

Alice felt her mother's grip tighten around her. "Stay close Alice!"

In that moment, they were plunged into darkness.

*****
Alice shivered, eyes looking glassy for a flicker of a moment before shaking her head. "It became light again not long afterwards, but down in the village, people were starting to turn into stone. One by one. No one knew who was actually doing it, but there was no trace of those responsible. But we had a good guess."

Sam went cold at the words, "Yveltal. Who – what was that?"

The Buneary barely glanced at him. "A Legendary Pokémon. More powerful than even Volcanion." She explained. "I don't really care on what it was, but they say it's the Pokémon of Destruction."

The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, the air seeming to freeze around him now at the mere thought of such a Pokémon. One powerful enough to turn people to stone. A literal god of destruction, if the legendries were any indication. Volcanion was bad enough. To have a Pokémon with that kind of power…

"As it turned out, it wasn't Yveltal that went for us in end." Alice said, "It was someone else who causing problems in our village."

"Someone else had that power?"

"Not quite, but they had the same power Yveltal had thanks to Dark Matter." Closing her eyes, she puffed out a quiet breath. "He went on through the entire village at the head of a possessed group of Pokémon… before he finally found us…"

*****
"Get inside! I'll keep them busy!"

"Sylvain you can't deal with him alone!" Tyera shouted, wincing as she held onto one side.

"Just get her somewhere safe for now! If you're going to fight with me at least do that!"

Tyera pulled Alice sharply into their now darkened cottage. Shadows clung to every piece of furniture and every feature inside. "Mum! Let go of me!" Alice barked, trying to shake herself free of her mother's iron grip on her arm. "I can fight too!"

The Lopunny flashed her teeth into a snarl back at her, "You aren't ready for this kind of fight!" she stressed, pulling her towards the centre of the room and throwing a rug aside to reveal a hatch in the floor. "You'll do more good by staying safe."

She lifted up the hatch to reveal a small space underneath the floor. "Get in!" she hissed.

"No!" Alice snapped, stamping on the ground and struggling to hold back tears. "I'm not a kid anymore! Let me help!"

Tyera looked ready to scream at her daughter's face, eyes burning with not only rage, but fear too. But some force held her back at the last second, and instead, she crouched down and took the Buneary's hands in her own. "Alice." She whispered, "We need you to be able to get away. If we can't stop these… these things here they could cause more harm elsewhere. You need to hide. Wait this out, and if we can't stop them here, you need to run. Run, run and run. Warn any other Pokémon of the danger and find help."

Alice looked up at her mother, sensing the fur along her cheeks beginning to get wet. "But Mum… please… I can't just leave you and dad alone…"

"Tyera!" her father barked, "That grass-type asshole is coming! Hurry up!"

Tyera flinched briefly, glancing over her shoulder at the shout of Sylvain. Alice's body quivered, her heart slowing as it became apparent there was no changing her mother's mind. The Lopunny scanned the room… and found a single blue object lying on the table. She quickly scurried to collect the plate shaped object, complete with small orbs on the edge, and brought it back to Alice's side. "I know an old friend."

Alice blinked, "A friend?"

"A very old friend." She explained, "He'll come to help. If all else fails, I'm counting on you to find him, and tell him everything that happened here. Understand?"

"But Mum-"

Her mother grasped onto her shoulders, leaning in and quietly whispering to Alice's ear.

A moment passed, and she pulled away. "That is his name. This is your mission. Find him west of here. Tell him everything. Learn from him. Understand?"

Alice was struggling to hold back the tears, still mentally begging for her mother to let her stay. But this was it. It was a mission. Something to help people. And even with her youth, she could see its importance. If this was to be…

Shakingly, Alice nodded. She turned, and climbed down under the floorboards.

"Alice?"

She looked up to find her mother reaching back down, her red gloves now off and in her grasp. "Keep these safe, will you?" she pulled a wink. "I'll want them back."

Even with her cheeks wet, Alice managed to slip out a tiny giggle as she took the gloves. Tyera looked down upon her daughter one more time.

Alice could see a little tear of her own forming.

"I love you kiddo."

And with that, she shut the trapdoor and threw the rug over the top, shrouding Alice into an even darker shadow. The only light she could see was through subtle cracks in the floorboards above her heads.

For the next few minutes, she sat there in silence. Doing her best not to breath too loudly, holding the gloves close to her chest.

Then she could hear the thuds. The bangs. The slashes. She could feel each blow resonate through the ground. Each one shaking particles off the floor panels and down into the small hide away.

Alice jerked back as the screaming started. Pained and feral. Was it her mother? Her father? There was no way to tell.

With a final piercing scream, the air finally fell silent.

The Buneary remained still, ears peeled for any sign of a victory cheer. To hear mother return and assure her they were okay.

Instead, she heard the door creak open. And the footsteps thump against the floorboards. She held her breath.

"Well, well, well." Came a voice, twisted into a strange accent. One that Alice didn't recognise. "You done hidin' here? I reckon those Pokémon brought you in here just for t'at."

Shivering, Alice clamped her mouth shut, desperately trying to hold her breath. No… no…

The new arrival stepped further into the cottage; a little cackle evident in his voice. "Come out child." He said, "It'd all be over soon…"

A shadow formed in the cracks above her head. It was right on top of her now.

"Hmm… I wonder if you're right… down-"

His voice was suddenly cut off, the shadow stiffening. Alice folded herself back deeper into the hole, trying to make herself less visible, holding her breath.

"T-they're nearly there! At the Ruins! Hmph! I'll be right there!"

The shadow withdrew, but not before his voice brushed past her ears one more time. "Don't worry little 'un. Your time will come."

He stepped out of the house, and with that, he was gone.

Alice stayed there, remaining silent. Waiting. Waiting for any sign of the invader or anything else returning. But nothing came.

Finally, the tension became too much, and gritting her teeth, Alice kicked herself up, ears jabbing out together. She smashed the hatch up, tossing the rug aside as she scrambled out of the hole. Please, please be okay!

She sprinted for the door, left slightly ajar and barrelled through it into the night.

Alice found herself alone, the sky covered in thick black clouds. Her head flicked left and right, trying to search for any sign of her parents. "Mum!" she shouted, "Dad!"

Her eyes finally settled on a dark lump, a few metres away from the cottage. That… that isn't supposed to be there…

She slowly approached, the crackle of thunder booming over her head. "Mum?" she whispered, "Dad?"

Alice was almost on top of it when purple lightning flashed above her. She gasped, stumbling back and falling to the floor.

She looked upon her parents, her mother cradling her father in her arms. Both with their eyes closed.

Turned to stone.

*****
Alice dipped down her head, eyes squeezed shut. "I wouldn't leave for ten minutes. Trying to work out how to get my parents out. But I remembered what my mother told me to do. I left the village, looking to try and find that one person she had mentioned. But I didn't get far before… well, the Tree of Life was killed by Dark Matter and me and everyone else got turned to stone."

Sam felt ever more chilled to the bone as Alice told her tale. He barely even registered the fact that everyone else got turned to stone. No. They were dead. The lot of them. But as horrible as it sounded, he wouldn't wish what Alice had to go through to anyone.

"I thought that was it. Dead. No hope for the future. But a team of Pokémon managed to defeat Dark Matter, saved the Tree of Life and seemed to revive us. When I realised what had happened from one of the other villagers, I ran back home. I thought Mum and Dad would be there, waiting for me."

She visibly stiffened, and it was all too clear to the Scorbunny what the answer actually was. Alice hissed as she drew a fresh, if shaky breath in. "But they were still there. Still stone. I waited for days, thinking that they were just late in getting pulled out. But…" she visibly gulped. "They never did."

Unable to hold himself back, Sam reached out towards Alice and placed a hand onto her shoulder. He held his nerve as the Buneary instantly flinched, half worried she would throw the arm – or him – off. But as she started to relax, the Scorbunny finally spoke up again. "Alice… I'm so sorry." He managed to say softly, not wanting to imagine what that felt even felt like.

Slowly nodding, she continued, "Over those few days, the villagers started to believe this rumour going round. A rumour about how I was alive and yet my parents weren't."

The chill was now finally being challenge, a little flame sparking inside the Scorbunny's chest. "No…" Sam started, already shaking his head as his ears stiffened upright and his eyes narrowed. "They can't have used that. What the hell were they thinking?"

"They thought 'bout it enough." Alice took in another breath. "They called me cursed. They thought I had something to do with Mum and Dad dying. Maybe even worked with Dark Matter to do it. Some even thought I wanted to bring Dark Matter back. I got stared down at first, then people started throwing rocks at me. Then two weeks after we call came back… they… they…"

She thudded the balcony with one hand. "They came to the orphanage I was staying at. The whole village. And they bloody burnt it down."

Sam very nearly did the same, the cold now driven away and replaced with the hot, simmering flames of anger. He almost wished he was there right now, try and shake some sense into those villagers. But he was no master of time, and he struggled to hold his tongue.

"I had already fled before they arrived though. I knew I couldn't stay there anymore. I remembered what Mum told me again and set off west. Word of advice? Try not crossing Air Continent alone."

The flames cooled a touch, "Y-You went across a whole continent?"

"Yeah. It wasn't easy. Air still had fissures and rough terrain left over from the original disasters, so progress was slow. I had to try and run through Mystery Dungeons because the alternative was just… impassable."

"I don't even want to think about how you managed that."

Alice looked down towards the floor, "I… just got lucky. I managed to get past Mount Blaze but after that I was exhausted. I had eaten or had water for days before I finally just passed out. I still remember it now. This grassy patch near this cave. I figured it would be a nice place to die."

And for the first time, Alice's eyes sparkled. "That's when my uncle found me."

Sam blinked, "Your uncle?"

A little smile formed on Alice's lips. "He's not really my uncle. He was the old friend Mum had contacted. He had been over on another continent and was heading over to find me. He took me under his wing when I had nowhere else to go. Taught me everything I know."

His own smile began to emerge, but that was cut short as Alice's own faded away. "Eventually however, one of the Pokémon from my old village came to town and saw me there. The talk about the 'curse' came back, and eventually we had to move again. About a year ago, we came here and with that, the curse."

She closed her eyes again, "No one was setting fire to anything anymore. But I was now just ostracised wherever I went. I was some kind of witch or troublemaker." She spat the last sentence out, "After spending so many years trying to prove otherwise… I just had enough. If they thought I was a jerk at best, I'd be a jerk right back."

There was a little twitch in the corner of her mouth. "Started off by punching the lights of one nasty piece of work. Never bothered me again after that."

Sam tore his eyes away. The image of it all was too much for him to put up with. She's had to deal with losing her parents and being pushed out by everyone who hears of this… bullshit conspiracy! For six years! What kind of assholes would ever do this! He clenched his fist, he almost wished that village which had pushed her out had burnt to the ground itself.

He mentally winced at that. He knew that was too morbid a thought, but to push her out like that when she needed help? No wonder she was so angry a lot of the time. The fact she managed to hold onto herself for that long was just staggering.

He certainly wasn't that strong willed.

"So there." She finished. "You know my entire life story now."

He looked towards her again, the Buneary's eyes fixed on the tree in the distance. He knew it was his turn to reply. But he wasn't sure what would be best to say. I need to offer support… but… how?

"Alice." He managed to start, "I can't begin to imagine what that was like for you. I'm so sorry this happened to you… if I could do anything to change that, I would."

Alice merely shrugged, rubbing Sam's hand loose. "I've had six years to deal with it." she said, "It's fine."

"Do you… have anything to remember them by?"

Looking over to her side, she reached one paw out towards a groove in the floor that ran on her side. She hesitated, before reaching her fingers inside and pulling out a pair of red gloves, far too big to fit her hands.

Sam tilted an ear at the sight of them, "Your mother's gloves?"

"Yeah." Alice replied, "They were all I could bring with me when I ran away."

She tightened her grip on the gloves. "That's why I wanted to join the guild." She explained, "I wanted to follow in my parents and my uncle's footsteps." Her eyes narrowed, "And perhaps one day. I'll find the Pokémon that killed mum. And dad too. And I'll make him suffer."

The Scorbunny shivered at the words. A part of him knew that was just… wrong. Going for revenge in that kind of way? That would probably harm Alice more than help her. But at the same time, he couldn't blame her for that.

She sighed, putting the gloves down. "I shouldn't be thinking about that, especially since I doubt the Guild wants me."

"Rex and Esper seemed okay with you."

"They would be. But not everyone else."

"I would be fine with you being around."

Frowning, Alice turned towards him. Sam swallowed, realising what he had just said. Well… after everything that has happened, this is the least I can do for her. And I don't… I don't want her wallowing in pain on her own any longer.

"Look." Sam said, turning himself round to face her fully. "I know you don't think people trust you. But you just telling me that means you trust me."

"That's different fro-"

"Alice." Sam interrupted her. "I trust you as well. And I want to help you in whatever way I can."

He hesitated for a moment, continuing. "Alice… you want to be in the guild. And at this point the Guild seems like the best option for me. How about we form a team?"

Now it was Alice's turn to flinch, a flicker of confusion on her face. "You can't be serious."

"I mean it." Sam stressed, "We made one hell of a team against Aidan and in the dungeons. We could do a lot of good with the Guild, and maybe we can get a bit of what we want to. You get to follow in your parent's footsteps and I might learn about my past. Either way, I'd happen to count on you… partner."

He reached out one hand towards her, letting a little smile form on his face. "So, what do you say?"

Alice looked down towards his open palm. He didn't feel like he had to do this. He felt obliged to do so. He genuinely believed they could really form a good team. And if he could be there to help Alice, he would.

The Buneary looked back up at him, a smile of her own forming. "I'll be honest. You're not half bad Sam."

Sam closed his eyes, grin getting even bigger. "Thanks! You're not bad ei-"

"No thanks on the team."

The Scorbunny jerked upright so suddenly, he swore he heard his bones crack. "H-Huh?"

Alice pushed herself back to her feet. "I know what you are trying to do. You are trying to be a bit of a hero and help me out. I appreciate it."

She crossed her arms, not in a display of anger. Instead, she seemed more relaxed than before. "But hanging around me… tends to cause a lot of trouble down the line."

"I don't give a damn about that!" Sam cursed, pushing himself back up. "I'll put up with any crap thrown over!"

"You don't understand." Alice said calmly, "Just being associated with me would put a big target on your back. You've just come flying out of nowhere yourself, so Pokémon are still making their first impressions of you. To team up with me would sour your image. Many won't trust you for it, and might even spread rumours about you too. My uncle nearly got caught up in it just by looking after me"

She shook her head, "I can't allow that to happen to you too."

He couldn't believe it. Just when he figured they were getting somewhere, she was pushing him back out of arm's length. "Come on Alice. Let them spread rumours, I'll prove the-"

Alice was already moving to slip past him. "You'll thank me later." She said, heading for the tunnel leading back to the front. She stopped just short of it, not looking back towards him. But it was clear there wasn't a shred of tension in her body. "You're a good person Sam." She added softly, "You don't need me cluttering your life up."

Sam couldn't respond as she entered the tunnel, "Enjoy the view." She finished, disappearing into the darkness.

He stared at the entrance for the better part of a minute, trying to process Alice's last words to him. For someone to be so badly affected by such a troubled past that they would push away any sign of friendship to protect the other in question?

The fire fading away once more, Sam turned his gaze back onto the colourful shape of the Tree of Life in the distance. How could something kill you? He questioned, You may have come back to life… but it seems like the scars left behind might not be healing anytime soon…
 

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Apologies for the extremely long delay in releasing this chapter. But life has been extremely hectic for me. I've been balancing a bunch of different projects for the last few months, namely trying to balance out my different bits of writing and art. On top of that, I've recently been involved in extensive training for a new career, so that has eaten up alot of my time which has made things more difficult. But this chapter essentially sets the stage for the finale of this first episode. There is alot of stuff I want to do with GoB down the line, so any support and discussion about this would be greatly appreciated, along with any feedback you might have to offer!

Thanks again for the wait, and I hope you enjoy that chapter!

POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON
GUARDIANS OF BALANCE

ALWAYS AUDACITY
CHAPTER XXII – INSURENCE

Most of the lights in Robinswood were now out, as the inhabitants of the small town were now turning in for the night. Even the Guildtree itself seemed darker than before as those working within finished their business. The streets and the paths that connected the different buildings together were empty and devoid of any life, save for a handful of Guild members quietly patrolling in pairs. No one was ever on their own.

One of those pairs stood by the entrance of the Guildtree, both scanning the trees and the square for any sign of potential movement. They were in the middle of a quiet conversation between themselves when something crackled within the town itself.

Jerking to attention, the pair stepped away from the entrance, trying to pinpoint the source.

That was when the dark shape bounced in behind them and straight through the entrance with them none the wiser.

Aidan touched down inside the empty lobby, his eyes flashing left and right for any contacts. But none appeared, not even those damn Meowth were at the desk as they usually were. He reached round to his satchel, tapping on the selection of orbs held within. They weren't the standard run of the mill orbs. They were new, experimental models alongside some older types. He didn't have to use an Invisify Orb for a start. Good thing too. They weren't really made anymore officially. Especially after some of the issues became apparent with the mental problems they could cause. And if there were any of the replacement Stealth Orbs in existence, he hadn't found them.

Best he didn't use those rare tools until they were needed.

He moved towards one of the smaller doorways off to one side of the lobby, that was where his objective was waiting for him.

Most would consider this plan foolish, but this was a contingency that was too useful for him to pass up on. Especially-

The elevator creaked above his head, and in silence, the Frogadier rolled off to the side, hiding himself behind a large crate stacked at the edge. Damn it, who the hell would still be leaving now!?

He peered round the corner of the crate, observing the elevator touch down and open up.

Stepping out into the lobby was a familiar white and red rabbit.

Aidan stiffened, tightening his grip on the crate. Sam…

Sam had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket; head bowed as he walked across the lobby. Aidan narrowed his eyes as he watched, Rebecca's done her work, he's looking better already.

The frog's thoughts darkened. He could take him out. Grab him, pull him into the shadows, break his neck whilst no one was looking. Dispose the body in one of the crates and carry on with his task. It would be so cathartic. Aidan had to admit, trying to bring Sam into the rest of his life was a risky move, especially so soon. But that bond they had… he thought that would be enough. He trusted him! Vengeance would be so…

He bit down on his tongue, resisting the urge to attack. No. Even if he could kill him now, everyone would immediately realise that Aidan would have done the deed. He didn't need a bigger target on his back right now on top of what he was about to do now. And besides, given that bowed appearance, the Scorbunny seemed to be tumbling emotionally right now anyway. To jump in now…

Aidan couldn't tell if he was feeling cruel or pitiful.

Regardless, he watched Sam wander out of the Guildtree and stepped back into the open, heading towards the door he was looking for and made his way through. A corridor curved downwards into the ground, and Aiden silently jogged down it towards the lower levels, wrapped around the roots of the tree itself. He had never been down here before, but he was already familiar with the layout. Getting his hands on the floor plans was certainly worth the effort.

The corridor itself didn't branch off in any other direction, and at the end he found himself standing before a large metal door, easily large enough to allow for the likes of all but the biggest Pokémon access whilst also being very difficult to break down. At least by some manner of physical strength or the power of specific moves. Wouldn't be a very good door if anyone could just open it.

Reaching into his satchel, Aidan pulled out an average sized red orb that was cool to the touch. Rubbing it between his hands, he focused his attention on it as the object as it sharply began to heat up in his grasp. He pressed it against the wall, "Three, Two, One…"

He pulled his hands back, leaving the red orb to remain fixed within the surface of the metal. It brightened as much as a cheri berry. And then the sparks flew off the orb, the object beginning to shrink as the metal started to glow, and then quickly began to melt under the sheer heat.

Aidan could help but smirk as the molten metal fell away from the centre of the door, pooling into a steaming pool of red goop on the stone floor. He blew out a little Bubble attack at the opening, a faint hiss and crackle tickling at his ears. Barely waiting for it to cool, he hopped on through to find himself where he needed to be.

To his right was a long corridor, lined with what appeared to be cell doors, also made of the same material as the outer door. On his left, behind a wooden table and slumped over it was the familiar shape of a Sableye. Its crystal eyes were unmoving and 'open', yet given he could hear the faint snoring rising it was all too clear that the Pokémon was asleep.

Aidan didn't take any chances though. Reaching back into the satchel, he pulled out a small wooden stick and waved it towards the Sableye. With a flash of golden light at the tip, a tiny star blinked towards the guard and touched him on the head. He stiffened, seemingly disturbed before he started snoring again, more deeply than before.

The slumber wand disintegrated into golden specks in hand, and without barely a second glance at the firmly asleep Pokémon, Aidan made his way deeper into the prison. He strode past each of the cell doors until he found the one he wanted and slid open the viewport.

Within a small cell, was a large blue Pokémon that leaning against the wall. The massive amphibian stiffened and lifted his head up towards the viewport, a toothless, unwelcome smile forming.

"Boss." Greg rumbled.

Aidan tilted his head, lips twitching. "How did you figure it out it was me?"

The Swampert sighed as he pushed himself up to his feet. "I've seen enough of those headaches to know you were ready to evolve. So, what are you doing here? Can't be just wanting to gloat at some crook like me?"

"I couldn't be bothered to do even that." Aidan explained, casually leaning against the cell door and gazing at his hand. "Certainly not worth wasting some rare and valuable Orbs just to pay a visit."

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms in disapproval. "Especially after you screwed up so badly."

Greg stiffened up, eyelid twitching in subtle rage. "Come the hell on." He growled, "That was an accident! Besides that team was asking for it in the en-"

"I didn't order you to kill them." Aidan coldly and quietly snapped.

Two giant fists pounded against the metal of the cell door, the bang echoing through the prison like a wave. Aidan felt his body shudder under the impact through the metal, but it didn't faze him at all. It was a pointless and meaningless gesture. Nothing more.

Aidan rolled his head back, and let out a quiet yawn. "My my. What a foul tempered Swampert."

Quivering, Greg grumbled as he pulled his fists away from the door. But he said nothing else.

Satisfied, Aidan reached back into his satchel as he pulled out another one of the red orbs. "What I have here is an experimental orb." He explained, "It's a Scorch Orb. Very rare. Very illegal. Burns through near enough anything. Metal. Wood. Pokémon." He juggled the orb in one hand. "Naturally makes it dangerous. One of the few things the continents, guilds and societies could actually agree on was destroying every single record on making them so no humble craftsmon could try and replicate them. Well, so they say. Good news is, I smuggled a few of these bad boys in as… insurance."

He turned his gaze back onto the bandit leader. "I've already used one of these to get in. Luckily, I have this spare. I could use it to get you out of here. But then again, my hand could just slip-"

Aidan pulled his hand away, allowing the still airborne orb space to fall. Greg's eyes widened, going still as the orb dropped out of sight – and into the Frogadier's other hand. Smiling, he lifted the orb back into view.

Straightening up and recomposing himself, the Swampert narrowed his eyes. "…what do you want?"

"Like I said." Aidan replied, "Insurance."



Sam's ears twitched as the rays of sunlight hit his face. Feeling the warmth soak in, he opened his eyes to find that little window above his head twinkling with white light. A new day. The first time he had woken up in the room since…

He rolled his head over to look over at the empty bed across the room. It was in a messy state, still not laid out since their return to the town. I suppose Aidan didn't have much of a chance to sleep. Sam mused as he clambered out of the bed. I wonder if he left anything behind. Something that could be useful in Esper's investigation.

He searched through the contents of Aidan's side of the room. But as he opened his drawer, Sam could only sigh at the sight of what only appeared to be a few wraps of cloth and an empty bag. The lockers yielded little too. Just a scarf and a small bag of berries. Nothing that would point towards Aidan's activities.

The Scorbunny booted both shut, stretched back and rolled his shoulders. Come on Sam. It's a new day. Just forget about last night. Forget about Aidan betraying you and forget about Alice walking off again.

How could he forget though? He had trusted Aidan. And Alice… she had admitted to all that pain, and was still so wrapped up in it she wouldn't join another team.

But as he threw his jacket and googles on, he mentally worked to shove the thoughts aside. Now was not the time to get lost in them. He still had to secure a place on a rescue team. And even if he didn't, he couldn't stay couped up all day.

With the thoughts compartmentalised away, Sam let himself pull a weak smile, if only briefly, and wondered out into the day. He followed the paths back through the trees towards the square and the Guildtree. He watched as the crowds of Pokémon moved between building to building. Or from shop to shop for that matter. The way they happily chatted and bartered with one another. A few hearty laughs here and there. Even a few giggles from what Sam imagined were children. There was signs of an increased guild presence, judging by the extra Pokémon standing on guard around the outskirts and at the base of the tree with their own unique armbands. But beyond that… it was just as normal a day as any. Much like how he first arrived here.

Given what has happened… I'm surprised this place can just, I don't know. Brush things off maybe?

Walking past a pair of guards, he wandered on back into the Guildtree and its lobby.

It was already far busier this time round, there were multiple teams moving across the floor and accessing the stairs and lifts. The three different Meowth were jogging back and forth between the desk and the series of cabinets at the back, no doubt trying to fill the requests that were being thrown their way.

Sat at the front desk was the familiar shape of Bruce, tapping his foot away as waited for one of the Meowth to come running back round to him. Given Bruce was the only one he both recognised and knew in some way, Sam stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled up to join him. "Hey Bruce."

The Bulbasaur turned towards him with a massive smile, "Sam! Doing good?"

"Been better." Sam replied, rubbing the back of his head. "How about you?"

Bruce nodded back towards him. "Yep! Just waiting to get details on the new team done. What about you? Gonna get set up with Aidan an-"

He visibly stiffened at the name, mouth twitching open and shut. Sam's ears dipped a bit. "Word travels that fast huh?"

"Yeah…" Bruce admitted, seeming to shrivel up. "I only heard about it this morning." He shook his head, "Sorry dude, I tried to distract myself by getting everyone signed up but well-"

The words died on the top of the Pokémon's tongue. Sam could feel the mood dampen even further. Better change the topic quick.

"Let's forget about that." Sam replied, "Any idea on a team name?"

"A team name… oh yeah!" Bruce exclaimed, standing up. "We're still working on that."

Sam tilted his head at that, "Don't you need one before signing up or something?"

"Not at the start. Shouldn't be much longer though. I mean, we can't use Team Forest anymore. Nia wants to be Team Go-Getters or Poképals."

It took a couple of seconds for Sam to realise what Bruce had just said. The Scorbunny could already sense his face twisting, cringing at the names. "Go-Getters? Poképals? Really?"

Bruce himself seemed to shrivel up at the words, "Yeah… not my kind of name. They kinda have a good ring but…" the Bulbasaur pulled the best shrug he could, "Not what you would call epic."

Sam nearly choked out a chuckle, "Epic huh?"

"Come on man-"

"Relax Bruce. I'm pulling your leg." He hesitated, "Or vine."

"Very funny." Bruce replied with a smirk.

Sam grinned, a pleasant warmth filling his chest. "In all seriousness, I'm sure you'll come up with something good."

The Scorbunny stiffened further upright, recalling Rex's words on finding a new team. "Actually." he started, relaxing in front of his fellow initiate. "I was wondering if you coul-"

He caught a flash of red and yellow in the corner of his vision, and with the sentence fading away, Sam turned to find Rex strolling across the lobby, Esper moving alongside him. Huh? What's Rex doing down here?

"Hey Sam? What's up – oh, the guildmaster?" Bruce questioned, "You need something off him?"

"Not really…" Sam replied, focusing his gaze on the two Pokémon as they approached a door on one side of the lobby. It was there, impatiently pacing at the portal was a Sableye. "The jailer…" Sam mused, ears going more erect. He watched as the Ghost-type almost leapt upright as the two higher ranked Pokémon approached him and quietly uttered a few words between them. Sam leaned over, trying to listen in. But the din of the surrounding crowd of Pokémon was just too much even for his ears to pick out their voices. But judging from the rather skittish gestures that the jailer was making…

Something's wrong.

Rex nodded at the Sableye and made his way through the door, Esper and the jailer following close behind.

"Weird." Bruce started, "That Sableye seemed a bit-"

Sam was able to hear the Bulbasaur choke over his shoulder. "W-Sam! Where are you going!"

Already jogging for the door, Sam barely glanced back, "I'm taking a look!"

"W-What!? No! We can't-"

The Bulbasaur growled, his footsteps clattering behind him as Sam slipped his fingers through the closing door and slipped on through.

He entered a stone corridor, quite a bit different compared to the likes the interior of the Guildtree. Bruce grunted behind him, the Bulbasaur barely managing to squeeze through the gap before the door closed. "Sam!" he hissed, "We aren't allowed down here!"

"I need to know what's going on." Sam replied, narrowing his eyes as he started to jog down the corridor. "I think it's to do with Aidan."

"Aidan? What the hell has he got to do with the-" his voice teetered off. "****. Wait, what would Aidan have to do with this place… whatever it is. Jail?"

"Must be." Sam replied, "Aidan was a smuggler, there might be something down here he is after."

"On top of trying to… err… you know."

"Kill me." Sam grunted, "Yeah, I know."

It didn't take long before voices started rising up further down the corridor… and soon enough, the ruined prison door. Sam struggled to stop the gasp, seeing the puddles of molten metal piled round the entrance.

"Holy." Bruce whispered, "Any idea what caused this?"

"Beats me." Sam replied, "Quiet. I'm trying to listen." He said, focusing on the voices.

"…on't get it! I would have woken up!"

"The door was likely covered by an orb." Rex stated. "As for you not waking up, it would have to be a Slumber wand. Probably as a pre-"

"Sorry old man." Esper interrupted, "We've got guests."

Sam felt a deep chill settle over his body, a faint blue glow flowing around him. We-what?

That was when his feet lifted off the floor. Out of his control. He barely heard Bruce stutter in confusion before he suddenly found himself thrown through the hole in the door.

The flight barely lasted more than a second, as he suddenly jerked to a halt at the entrance to a line of prison cells. It was down this corridor where Rex, Esper and the jailer were standing. The Meowstic's eyes glowed a solid blue, her head tilted back as if in mild disinterest. Rex crossed his arms, "Ah, Sam. Bruce."

Sam blinked as his feet touched the ground again. "H-How did you know we were there?"

"I'm Psychic." Esper explained as her eyes slowly returned back to normal. "You were loud enough."

"S-Sorry that we are here guildmaster!" Bruce started, shaking his head, "We didn't mean to-"

"Relax Bruce." Rex interjected, raising his hands in a calming motion. "You were following Sam, right?"

Bruce fidgeted on the spot, eyes flicking away, "Yeah."

The Scorbunny stiffened as Rex turned his gaze on him, "And I'm not surprised you followed us down here."

Hesitating, Sam nodded. "I figured something was up."

"That's completely understandable." The Blaziken motioned with one hand, "Come on. You two might as well see this."

Sharing a glance with Bruce, now looking like he had shaken off his nerves, Sam made his way over to the gathered group. They had been directing their attention to one of the cells – the door had been melted through just as the outer door had. And the cell itself was empty. He glanced at the molten patches, feeling his chest go cold. "Did you say this was due to some kind of orb?" He asked.

"He did." Esper confirmed, yellow eyes inspecting the markings, "But I've never seen anything like this before."

"A Scorch Orb."

Esper's eyes – and by extension Sam's – flicked over to Rex, his arms crossed. "An extremely dangerous Orb type. They were made before the first Rescue Teams were formed."

Bruce patted a foot on the scorched metal, wincing at the touch. "Sounds like you've seen these before Guildmaster." He visibly swallowed, "Not that I'm suggesting anything."

"It's a fair observation." Rex reassured him, "And yes. I've seen one once." He closed his eyes. "Let's just say the results weren't pretty. I helped made sure that production of them ceased. But I didn't think any would still exist."

"If anyone could get them, Aidan could." Sam noted. Granted, he didn't know that for sure. But given what he had just from that one encounter, it would make sense. "But who would Aidan or anyone want to break out?"

Bruce had wandered into the cell, his eyes widening as he looked at the other side. "Arc-big guy to the looks of it."

Tilting his head, Sam frowned. "A big guy?"

His mouth opened to reply, but the Bulbasaur shook his head and bumped it against the door. It squeaked as it swung out, revealing the dozens of dents on the other side. Each one easily bigger than Sam's head.

The hairs rose up the back of his neck, the Scorbunny immediately stiffening at the sight. He remembered that first day in Robinwood. How that Sableye came running out for help. There was only one Pokémon that could leave that impression."

"Greg." Sam hissed, sharply enough that he could feel himself coil up.

"Greg?" Bruce asked, a flicker of confusion evident.

"A Swampert." Rex stated, "A strong one to boot too." He turned towards Esper, "At the very least, if Aidan did do this, he only elected to release Greg and not his fellow bandits."

"Perhaps he only needed the leader." Esper noted.

Sam tapped his foot, his mind whirling to conclusions. "Or maybe he didn't have enough Scorch Orbs."

"Wouldn't there be keys lying around for that?" Bruce asked.

The Sableye shuck his head. "Nada. The keys are kept elsewhere in the Tree. Makes it harder to break out!"

"That still leaves why Aidan would risk coming back here." Esper said.

"Likely a distraction." Rex suggested, "And at the worst possible time. We still need to send out search teams at once."

Esper glanced up at the avian. "You said it yourself. We still have a large portion of the Guild monitoring what remains of Broken Wood in case Volcanion remerges."

Rubbing his wrist, the guildmaster narrowed his eyes. "Greg is still a dangerous threat. I'll dispatch Lance and Reave. They've dealt with Greg's team before."

"I bet if we find Greg." Sam started; arms crossed as he pulled a determined look their way. "It'll lead to Aidan too."

Rex pulled a small smile in approval, "You read my mind little one. Esper, cont-"

"Guildmaster!"

Sam spun to find the Bibarel, Oscar, stumbling into view at the end of the corridor from the entrance. "By golly! I thought you were down here!"

"Oscar? What's wrong?" Esper asked, eyes widening.

Panting, the beaver leaned against one of the walls. "It's the port. There's been an explosion!"

"What!?" Bruce shouted, leaping out of the cell. "I know a few of the guys there! Is-"

"I don't know! I just heard from one of the Fletchlings that happened to be close by! Poor fella nearly collapsed, how fast he flew. Much of the place is already on fire, and could spread to the nearby forest!"

Sam swivelled towards Rex, his heart already beginning to pound. There was only one logical suggestion after all of this. "Aidan." He hissed, fists already tightening enough that a tiny part of his mind was worried they would start bleeding.

Rex clicked his beak in a clear show of agreement. "Indeed." He breathed out with disgust. "Another part of his distraction." He rubbed his forehead, a soft groan escaping his lips. "No doubt he is taking advantage of the fact that we are spread thin. Between Volcanion, protecting Robinwood, Greg and now this…"

"Guildmaster?" Oscar gently questioned, "What do you want us to do?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Rex focused his attention back onto the beaver. "Assemble the guild members. Pull those back searching for Aidan. We'll divert them back to the port, rescue those stuck there and contain the fire."

Bruce practically bounced at the words, "I'll come too! I'm not leaving those guys to burn! Doesn't matter how hot those flames are, I can take it!"

"What about Aidan?" Sam questioned, "I'm all up for saving that place as much as the rest of us, but he could still get away." The Scorbunny could feel his body quiver, and a heaviness settle into his stomach. It felt wrong to focus on Aidan, not with everyone else in danger. But every second spent acting on the defence was another opportunity for the smuggler to escape.

Or to plot something worse.

Rex held his gaze on Sam for a solid ten seconds, his blue eyes piercing through his own. He felt his heart slow for a second, as if the fire type had somehow turned into an ice type to cool him down. But it didn't last for long, and the Scorbunny merely straightened up. "I'll come and help at the port. But we should keep at least one team out to look for Aidan."

"Which is why you will be staying here." Rex stated.

Sam blinked "H-Huh?"

Rex crossed his arms, raising a brow, "You have the most experience in working with Aidan and contending with Greg. Or rather, the most recent encounters. You will be the most up-to-date with whatever tricks they might try."

"I barely know them."

"My point still stands. Plus, if Aidan sees you in a less well defended town…"

Sam let his mouth drop open as it dawned on him, "Ahh… he might make a run for me."

"Exactly. And because of that alone," he turned towards Bruce, "I must ask you Bruce to get the other recruits who returned from Broken Wood. You'll form the protection detail."

"B-But-" Bruce started, only for Rex to raise a finger to stop him.

"I know you want to help your friends in the port, but I can't leave the town defended by just Sam alone, and I can't pull back anyone from Broken Wood. They aren't just there to act as a tripwire for Volcanion, but it's for anyone who is dares to try and get in. That, and you all don't have the experience to deal with an emergency like this." He motioned a hand towards the Sableye, who immediately jerked up to attention and scurried for the prison entrance. "As for sending a team to focus on tracking Aidan or Greg, I will send our best."

He turned towards the Meowstic. "Esper. Get Team Spirit ready. Now."

A determined look forming, Esper nodded back. "Spirit will get it done." She confirmed sharply, before turning to make her way out after the Sableye, with Oscar following close behind. Rex himself directed his attention to the remaining two Pokémon – Sam and Bruce.

"Listen to me carefully." He started, "I'll hash out key areas to guard and rotations if this takes too long. But whatever you do, focus on protecting Robinwood. Don't try and go on a rescue mission. Send someone to report it to me as soon as you can. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" Bruce declared firmly, one foot stamping the ground as if coming to attention.

But Sam himself hesitated, a part of him wanting to chase Aidan and Greg, another wanting to help at the port, but if this needed to be done…

"You can count on us." He said, sharply nodding back at Rex.



When they emerged from the prison, Rex had immediately rallied the Guild to action. Rapidly assembling the Rescue Teams to set off towards the port at all speed. Some were already prepared to depart, and led the way through the forests towards the south, whilst others hurried back to their rooms and barracks to gather their equipment. Rex took the opportunity to inform Sam and Bruce of the guarding arrangements for Robinwood, in case of Aidan or Greg suddenly made their return to the town. Arrangements that were soon passed over towards Nia, Dan, Edward, Denver and at last, Alice herself, looking no different than from the following night.

And with that, the plan was set. The seven successful guild recruits would be split into three separate units, centred around their teams (mostly). Some of the townsfolk were also willing to throw in their support in each spot. Edward and Denver would guard one side of the outskirts whilst Bruce, Nia and Dan would cover the other.

That left Sam and Alice to guard the town centre and the guild tree itself, the location with the largest number of Pokémon on its own.

With the final guard details arranged, Rex led the remaining teams out of town, following the vanguard towards the port.

The mysterious Team Spirit didn't appear. Must have already set off after Greg. Sam figured.

"Seems like we are stuck together again." Alice mused once they were alone, eyes fixed on the sky. "Not like this though."

Sam followed her gaze. Hanging above the treetops like an angry giant was a dirty black cloud, the smoke bellowing upwards. When he first stepped out of the tree, it had caught him completely off guard, freezing him in place. But he had just quickly snapped out of it. I couldn't afford to shut down there. That being said…

"Yeah." He admitted, "I didn't think Aidan would do something like this."

She huffed at that, "Shows how little you actually knew him."

He turned away from her, eyes flicking towards the ground, "Yeah, you have a point."

Sam could make out the quiet shuffle as Alice turned away. "I'm going to do some rounds. You better reassure the locals too. They won't listen to me."

"Huh?"

"Curse."

His heart only sank at that, his clenched fist the only indicator of the anger struggling to surface. The pain that Alice had been thrown through all too familiar to him. An event like this would only make people even more unsure of Alice. He let out a heavy sigh, "Alright then. I'll do the same. Be careful."

Alice grunted in reply, "You do the same."

The patrols were short and brief, Sam electing to jog through the town at a rapid pace. Whilst there were still Pokémon inside the tower, most weren't fighters like the guild members. Neither were the regular townsfolks for the matter, but losing even part of the Guildtree to any intruders would have been especially bad. Sam took the time to reassure those townsfolk. That the guild teams wouldn't be long, and those still on site were able to look after the place.

But the hours started to drag on, and with the smoke cloud still towering into the sky, day slowly became night.

And still no sign of the other Guild members.

At the entrance to the Guildtree, He took one more look at the sky. Bruce and Edward's teams should be starting their rotations now. That way they could remain fresh.

It's about time we did the same ourselves.

He turned towards Alice. "You better get some rest." He started, "I'll stay on watch."

Alice turned to look at him with a concerned look. "You sure about that?"

"I'm sure." Sam nodded back. "I've still got some energy on hand. Just try and get down in a few hours for me, alright?"

She glanced him over once more, before nodding and turning towards the tree entrance. "I'm only a couple of floors up. Holler if you need anything."

Turning, Alice made her way through the entrance.

Thirty minutes passed, and Sam was already regretting that he sent Alice first. He was beginning to pace at the entrance, trying to keep his focus on watching over the square and yet, he struggled to reign in the boredom of nothing happening.

It wasn't just that of course. It was worry too. Aidan or Greg could have been hiding in the darkness. And there was still no word from Rex and the other guild members. Part of him figured that that the flying types would at the very least be sending messages back and forth, but their absence would only seem to indicate how dire the situation actually was at the port. At least in theory.

He thumped the trunk with an open palm, Dang it! I wish I was out there! It's better than sitting here and doing nothing! He sighed, Then again, this place needs looking after. Rex has a point. But I guess I just prefer getting stuck in with stuff.

He tilted his head at the thought, Kinda like how much enjoyed the fighting in the dungeon. He mused with a faint chuckle, Is that a Pokémon thing or something else?

Something rustled over his shoulder.

The Scorbunny sprung round, foot sliding back to fire off an attack at the new contact and-

A little white bug crawled round the edge of the Guildtree. Sam felt his entire body crumple at the sight. "Kyle!" he hissed, "What are you doing out here!? You should be at home!"

The Snom recoiled an inch back, "S-Sorry Mr. Sam! I-I-I-"

Anger was immediately washed away with regret. Damn, I terrified the poor kid!

"Hey hey." Sam quickly uttered softly, as he lowered himself down to one knee. "Sorry, I shouldn't have shouted."

He relaxed as Kyle seemed to creep forward again, the fear quickly fading. Water of the duck's back huh? He calmed down quick. Putting the thought aside, he lowered himself further. "But what are you doing out here? Aren't you going to worry your mum?"

The kid's little eyes sparkled, "I'm looking for Papa." He declared, trying to sound as determined and brave as he could. "I want to help him."

Sam let out a quiet sigh, feeling his heart sink a touch. Jack was going to go crazy if Kyle had gone wandering off. "Even if I knew where your dad was, that is a bad idea. He's probably really busy right now helping everyone, and the last thing he needs is to be worrying about you." He frowned, "How did you get past… Bruce, Nia and Dan?"

"That's a secret!" Kyle giggled, and Sam couldn't help but chuckle at his comment.

"Of course it is." He managed to reply with a tinge of sarcasm, before flicking his gaze between the Guildtree and the path leading to the barracks. I really need to get him back home. His mum's going to be scared to heck and back. But I can't leave this place unguarded.

"Alright." He started, "I'll get you back home, I just need to wake up my friend first."

Kyle slumped a little at the words. "Do I have to?"

"Think of it this way." Sam countered softly with a friendly smile, patting the little ice-type on the side. "You can help look after your mum and everyone in the barracks whilst I keep an eye on the square. Do you like the sound of that?"

The little Snom nodded, eyes brightening again. "I-I do!"

"Good." Came the rumble. "Luckily you ain't got to worry about that."

Sam stiffened, feeling the voice force its way through his chest and shake at his bones. His ears immediately snapped round to the source – behind him.

Kyle's eyes widened.

The Scorbunny leapt forward.

The paw clamped down round his legs. Sam cried out as he was yanked down and back, his head barely skimming past the ground as some invisible force lifted him up into mid-air. Quite literally. There was nothing standing behind him.

Then the air shimmered, as if light was being bent around one spot in the air before the imposing form of the Swampert revealed itself. "Surprised to see me kid?"

Flashing his teeth, Sam squirmed in his grasp, trying to glance over his shoulder. "Kyle! Get out of here!"

Greg pulled his toothless grin as he glanced over at the ice bug, the kid frozen in place. "Don't worry kiddo. I'll show you how you can protect your daddy."

"Kyle run!"

Sam recoiled as Greg's face flooded his vision, "You might as well as shut your mouth!" he snarled, "I've been waiting for this!"

Oh cra-!

Sam's shout was cut off as his head slammed into the side of the tree.

Once. Then twice before the bigger Pokémon let the Scorbunny crumple to the floor. Groaning, Sam rolled his head to one side, his ears barely registering Kyle's cry as the Swampert scooped him up with one hand. "You're coming with me – don't try biting me you little ****, or I'll chew you up for breakfast!"

"H-Help!" Kyle screamed.

"K-Kyle…" Sam whispered before he finally slipped under.


"So let me get this straight." Greg grumbled. "You want me to get the Guild breathing down my ass again by doing a spot of kidnapping, whilst you blow up the fricking port… all so you can get your **** out of town?!"

Aidan narrowed his eyes, still leaning against the cell door. "You've got to understand, I've set up a big operation. That kind of stuff takes time to move around, I need muscle to cover all that."

"And you would rather waste me on that than one of your regular grunts."

"And you've got plenty of muscle."

Big blue fingers tapped away at the metal door, "Doesn't sound like a fair arrangement. That chicken will just get me locked up again."

Aidan smirked at that, "I let you out, then you at least get the chance to get off this island if you follow my instructions. That, or I'll find another crook and leave you to rot. All you need to do is to keep the Guild occupied for a night so I can get everything moved, I don't care how, what or who you take as long as you get it done."

Greg narrowed his eyes, and pulled one of his signature smirks. "You know what happened last time. Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Aidan barely showed any reaction. He's got a point. He'll leave a bloody mess.

It didn't take him long to decide.

He held up the Scorch Orb, holding an inquisitive gaze at the Swampert. "Are you?"

The crook glanced away one more time, then nodded.

Within moments, the Scorch Orb had faded away, and the metal of the door was bubbling away onto the floor. Greg stood at the threshold, puffing as he inspected the cooling metal before finally stepping through. Aidan took a few steps, more to give the bigger Pokémon room to move than anything else.

The Swampert narrowed his eyes as he looked down at him. "And if anyone tries to stop me?"

Aidan crossed his arms, "That's easy." He stated, tilting his head forward and furrowing his brow. "Kill them."


"H-Heya! A-Are you alright!"

His head rapidly throbbing, Sam groaned as he rolled over onto his back. "I'm going to have brain damage at this rate." He grumbled.

"Brain damage?" The voice whispered, "J-come on, don't be stupid! You're lucid aren't you!"

"Oh give the poor guy a chance. He'll probably get more knocks like that at some point!"

"Keep running your beak like that and someone might just blow you from the sky."

The Scorbunny's eyes flickered open to find three Pokémon looking down on top of him. One of them he recognised immediately as Perry, the Corvisquire that he and Aidan 'rescued' from Broken Wood. The other two took a moment longer, but he recalled seeing their faces back in the square once or twice. One was tall, and covered in what appeared to be a light grey metal. Yellow and green eyes looked down upon him. The other looked a bit like a… Chameleon? They were covered in green and yellow scales, albeit with a strange blue stripe running along their belly. A Duraludon and a Kecleon respectively. Ah… they ran the shop and bank here…

The Kecleon focused her attention on him, "Are you alright?"

Wincing, Sam managed to push himself up to a sitting position, "I'll live."

That was when the memory of Kyle rushed through his mind. Panic gripping him, he sprung to his feet. "K-Kyle! Where is he!? Did-"

"That Swampert took him." The Duraludon confirmed, his metallic fingers clamping open and shut. "Poor kid was frozen on the spot."

"I don't blame the little one." Perry mused, "A big guy like that would scare the living daylights out of any little bug. Before they are inevitably rescued of course."

The Kecleon shot a cold glare at the post bird. "This isn't the time for one of your jokes!" she snapped. "Not that my brothers would be much better with selling things. Come on Dural! You have to agree with me there!"

"As much as Perry is being an ass." Dural started, "He has a point, Larissa. Most of the town folk are too scared to come out. And us three weren't fast enough to out here, being on the other side of town and not in the stores. Except Perry – so called fastest post-bird around my ass."

As Dural stomped the ground, Perry flashed a wounded look, "I was further away than the rest of you! I'm fast, but I don't have super hearing."

"Alright enough!" Sam barked, snapping the three Pokémon back to attention. "Did any of you at least see where Greg went!"

Larrissa nodded sharply back at him, a determined look on her face. "He wasn't stealthy leaving for sure." She jabbed a finger over her shoulder. Leaning to the side, he found that part of the undergrowth to one side of the Guildtree had been crushed, low hanging branches snapped like twigs. "How he got in is a better question."

"He was invisible." Sam breathed, his chest quivering at the feeling of Greg's voice rumbling through it. "Never knew Swampert can do that."

"They can't." Dural noted, "He must have used an Invisify Orb."

He hummed to himself, eyes looking towards the sky. "Not many of those left…"

Sam flashed his buckteeth, "Aidan…" he growled, before shaking his head. "Alright, that doesn't matter. Greg's took Kyle." He stiffened himself, readying himself for the response even as he barely thought about it, "I'll go after him."

"Are you serious!" Larissa exclaimed, eyes widening, "He just threw you around like a plushie!"

"Never mind type and evolution advantage." Dural rumbled.

"Go for it."

All eyes locked onto the Corvisquire, "Close the fracking door." Dural growled.

The heck?

Perry pulled a shrug with his wings, "Well someone has gotta go after him. Most of the guild is at the port and the other recruits could be in trouble too. There isn't a second to waste."

In that moment, the post-bird looked deathly serious, turning his gaze on the Scorbunny with a steely look. "The question is who is going to step up?"

Sam didn't hesitate, "I'm going." He reaffirmed, clapping a fist into his palm, feeling the flame in his chest roar as the throb faded away from his head. "Kyle needs help. And I have a score to settle with Greg."

Perry nodded, a tiny flicker of a smile emerging, "I'll fly out and get the word out to Team Spirit. They're the closest. Dural and Larissa-" he turned towards his companions, "You better let the other recruits know what happened."

"Whoa whoa." The Kecleon started, "You can't just-"

It was too late, the Corvisquire had already shot up into the night sky and was banking away. "And there he goes." Dural mumbled, slowly turning away. "I'll head towards the barracks, that's where I last heard some of the guards were being placed."

Larissa glanced between the metal dino, Sam and the night sky. "I-I'll check out that other place."

She look down on him, "If you are going… please be careful. Try and not get yourself killed."

"I second that." Dural said, "I still think this is a bad idea."

Sam felt his ears quiver. He knew what he was planning was insane. He barely survived against Greg last time, and that time he was completely fresh then. Here he had just gotten beaten up and barely survived his fight with Aidan and his flight from Volcanion. But he couldn't sit back. The memory of the dead Pikachu and his companions flashed across his vision. No… I can't let Kyle suffer the same fate!

He nodded back, "I don't plan on dying. Stay safe."

Sharing a final glance between each other, the two Pokémon went their separate ways, running with surprising speed towards the forest paths and once more, leaving Sam alone at the foot of the tree.

He didn't wait either. He spun towards the Guildtree, breaking out into a run. Insane plan or not, I can't do this alone. Bruce and the others might not be ready in time either… and there is only one person I can count on to help me.

It didn't take him long to find her room, thanks to a little bit of guidance from one of the few remaining Pokémon in the tree who had been wondering down from the upper levels. He booted in the door, barely breaking his stride as he got in. "Alice! Wake up! We've got a problem."

He didn't note much about the room itself, save for a single bed that had been assembled to one side of the room. Alice's shape rolled over; her ears sprayed out across the pillow. "Apples… training…"

"Alice! Come on!" Sam snapped, scouring the room and scooping up her satchel. "Now is not the time to be sleeping!"

The Buneary seemed to grumble under the bedsheet, her body stirring, "If… if you want to recruit me onto your team… I'll punch your eyes…"

Heart racing and temper boiling over, Sam spun round to face her. "Jack's son has been kidnapped!" he roared.

The shape froze.

Stiffened.

The Buneary shot out from under the bedcover in a flash of light that could have only been a Quick Attack. The anger flipping into shock as Sam staggered away, only for Alice to grab hold of his chest fur and yank him back, one ear coiled in and shivering as she roared back into his face.

"Why the hell didn't you start with that you idiot!"
 

Spiteful Murkrow

Early Game Encounter
Okay, so I know very, very little about this story other than that it's set in an island setting, has an emphasis on seafaring, and has a thing for gritty politics. I'd also heard that the story left a decent impression on others who read it from past V-Wheels, so between that and the generous feedback you've been providing on my writings, I decided to check things out a bit to pay things forward.

Though that’s enough prattling. Let’s kick things right off with the Prologue:

Prologue

The view had been truly spectacular from the sky. Islands stretching out as far as the eye could see, each and every one of them lush with life. [Green trees were laid out across each landmass, surrounding the grey and brown mountains, topped with snow white peaks which rose above the brilliant azure seas. The waters of which gently rolled onto the white sands that made up the beaches.]

From this bird's eye perspective, one could see that the islands themselves were not devoid of activity. Walking along the beaches, through the forest trails, working on the fields and riding through the waters, Pokémon of nearly every kind and type were going around went about their daily lives. Most moved across the land, interacting with each other in and around small villages scattered across the islands. They were simple places. Most of the structures were wooden, sometimes mixed in with stone buildings that were placed here and there. One could see the odd cart on the roads connecting the villages on the little islands, whilst on the water, small boats journeyed between them all. Each one often Many of them accompanied by one of the resident water-types that called the sea home.

Alright, so I know that you mentioned you had spelling errors here and there in the early part of your story, so I won't harp on them too explicitly. As a general format, I tend to leave inline corrections / suggestions for word reflowing in a format like this. You can take or leave the verb tweaks, though in general, most bits of writing benefit from being written in active verb tenses, and IMO these paragraphs aren't an exception.

As for the bit in brackets, I thinkit might sound better reflowed to use fewer commas / less passive verb tense (e.x. "was/were [verb]ing"), kinda like so:

Green trees carpeted each landmass, surrounding grey and brown mountains topped with snow white peaks that rose into the skies. Below them, waves gently rolled in the brilliant azure seas, breaking onto beaches made up of white sand.

Something to for you to consider, anyways.

All of the islands surrounded a much larger landmass that dwarfed the others. But it was not a natural feature that dominated the landscape.

On the northernmost tip of that continent, a colossal fortress sat atop a bluff connected to the mainland by a pair of stone arches was a colossal fortress. Stone walls rose for dozens of metres around its base, with towers reaching up even higher beyond that. Flying above the castle, one could see a vast courtyard that seemed to separate the main castle's battlements from a smaller outer wall that secured access to the stone arches that led to it. Dozens, to if not hundreds of Pokémon strolled through this courtyard between the gatehouses. Some clearly looked like villagers and merchants, but many had an air of… duty around them. Some stood at attention at the gateways, whereas others happily chatted with the locals moving through the courtyard, each one wearing an armband around their arm and often many of them carrying a satchel on their person. Each conversation was warm, if borderline familial in appearance.

Ah yes, a castle with a boatload of armed muscle. Though you did a pretty good job at setting the scene for this place. Wonder if we'll be seeing a lot of it in the future.

Powerful. It seemed like it anyway.

And yet, very closely trusted.

The world blinked.

The sun was gone. Storm clouds crackled overhead, hiding away the sky. Waves slammed into the rocks with thunderous booms, sending up dark sprays up into the air. The land was shrouded in shadow.

... Or maybe we won't be seeing this place a lot in the future.
:fearfullaugh~1:


But the castle, and its surroundings, were now in flames.

Whelp, it was a nice castle while it lasted. Guess we won't be seeing this place anywhere near as lively and bustling from this point on.

The outer wall had been thoroughly smashed up, with many gaping holes in its fortifications. Inside the courtyard, what had been a peaceful scene was no erupting in chaos. A gigantic force was swarming through the breaches in the outer wall, all of them Pokémon. It was hard to tell who they were. Some looked like they were wearing the attire and gear of the villagers, but others wore dark armbands that looked far more menacing than those of the castle's inhabitants.

I mean, could've been worse. The invaders/defenders could've been rocking crude artillery, since it's not that hard to tape a bunch of Blast Seeds together and then fling it with a catapult ^^

Though I suppose that "just hit it with Hyper Beam" might be more efficient depending on how battle and damage scaling in this setting works.

At the gateway built into the inner wall, those very same inhabitants with their lighter coloured armbands stood against the massed attackers. Above them all, flying Pokémon dueled above their heads, or launching strafing attacks on the fortress itself with their elemental attacks. On the ground, the defenders were outnumbered, either struggling to fend off a massed attack on their own or forming part of a defensive line. But even with their backs to the wall, they were holding that line. Each one of the defenders was more of a match for multiple attackers, and even the ones on their own were able to keep most of their threats at bay. Some still fell to the onslaught, but it almost seemed at first glance, they were beginning to push the invaders back.

Which from that wording, means that things are going to go really, really south in short order.
:copyka2:


That was when the dark green ball of energy fell from the sky. One of the defenders looked up, and tried to cry out a warning.

The energy ball slammed into the centre of the defensive line and detonated with a blinding flash of light. Many of the defenders screamed as they were thrown clear of the blast zone, the attackers recoiled from the massive strike, ceasing their attack.

:wtfuckle:


I take that that doesn't normally happen in fights such as these, though I'm now wondering what on earth caused that.

A thick ash cloud slowly began to fade away with the moans of the injured defenders, many trying to scramble back to their feet. Others were caught out, set upon by the raging mob of attackers.

Wait, just how bad were things for the defending force such that they had no equivalent to artillery positions / sniper nests to try and stabilize things from behind the front lines? Not that it would've helped that much given the giant ash cloud would've helped give Team Darkbands potentially exploitable cover to use for trying to punch through these defensive lines.

Amongst the green flames, the dark Pokémon landed with a thud. Its black fur would have made it invisible without the flames to light it up. Green vines pulsed around its arms as its head snapped up, revealing its bright, almost demonic red eyes.

The Zarude looked upon the wounded defenders with an almost hungry eye as it rose to its feet. A few of the defenders, eyes widening with fear, started to back up, weakening their defences. Likewise, even the attackers seemed spooked, backing away and clearing a space for the new arrival.

I mean, yeah, this sounds like a great time to go "nope nope nope" and get far, far away from that monkey.

A cold, evil grin formed on the Zarude as it glanced back down towards the ground, watching as one defender, a Machoke, tried to drag himself away from danger. The simian approached, raised its right foot…

And slammed it down on the defender's neck with a vicious crack. The Machoke's eyes widened, a faint gasp escaping as its body went limp. A flicker of intelligence remaining evident before finally, its gaze went blank.

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The defenders shuffled back, fear becoming terror as the Zarude's smile grew even more morbid. It started to approach again.

Whelp, these walls are going to get a lovely new red paint job in short order at this rate, since this is obviously going nowhere good.
:uhhh:


A blue bolt flashed as it struck the ground with a sharp thundercrack. All Pokémon, attacker and defender alike, flinched backwards as the electrical energy sparked across the battlefield, separating the two sides.

All except the Zarude, whose smile vanished completely.

As the electricity faded away, a patch of clouds parted, revealing the untouched splendour of the moon and shining a new light onto the fortress.

Standing before the Zarude, holding position in front of the defenders was a yellow and black Pokémon. Humanoid in shape, its jagged fur glistened in the light as a lightning bolt shaped tuft of fur hung from its upper back. A pair of bright blue eyes glared at the Zarude with untold intensity.

A Zeraora.

Ah yes, a clash of the gods. Maybe. Possibly. Not sure how this is going to shake out, but I'm pretty sure there's going to be one hell of a body count afterwards.

The Zarude seemed to hesitate for the briefest of moments.

Then it let out a bestial roar, a green vine unravelling from one of its arms into a whip, pulsing with dark green energy as it snapped round. Air rushed around the Pokémon, tugging at the other Pokémon present who once more retreated.

I mean, considering how Legendary Pokémon's feats quickly go off the charts in game cutscenes... yeah, giving these two a wide berth to slug things out would be well-advised regardless of what side you're on. ^^;

Unbowed, the Zeraora merely cracked its fists together, blue electricity sparking as its eyes narrowed.

And with that, it broke out into a run, a snarl forming as it charged for the Zarude.

The Zarude, whip still flailing in the air, charged forward, whipping it down towards its new opponent.

The Zeraora leapt forwards, it's fist crackling with energy.

The whip and fist connected.

And with that, the fortress and everyone within it were engulfed in light.

:UnownF:


Whelp, I suppose that's the last we'll ever see of that place.

That was quite the sight, wasn't it?

Yeah, no kidding, but who on earth is this anyways?

Darkness engulfed everything, from every direction. The voice, intimidating but warm likewise came from all sides.

I do not know what that was, or when it was. But it is a most curious thing, is it not? I only caught a glimpse of it.

But alas… now I have found you… I suppose I must only say one thing.

Oh, this is the equivalent of the interviewer that summons humans in the canon games, isn't it? Though that's some ominous language if I ever heard it.

It seemed to take a breath.

So… it begins.

Really ominous.

The darkness seemed… almost inviting.

Come with me, if you will. 'Observer'. Yes. That is what I shall call you for now. I might as well guide you into this world. A new world for you, I imagine. It's one of many. It's A peaceful world, where individuals belonging to many different species have come together. To work together, for the betterment of all.

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If the voice is describing the world we just saw there... yeah, "peaceful", my foot.

Now. I imagine… we should start with a quick personality quiz?

The voice chuckled within the darkness.

I'm joking.

I'll admit, that one made me chuckle, though it's a clever sidestep to that particular trope in PMD stories.

A sigh echoed by.

I shouldn't. In truth, it's not that simple. This world has teetered so close to the edge so many times that… its inhabitants have changed somewhat. They aren't as kind or as noble as they had been decades ago. Or in a couple of years ago, even. Of course, some do hold onto those ideals of old. They try and help others, or make new discoveries.

But it is not an easy path. Even before the calamities, it has been like this. But now… it's slowly become worse. Distrust and anger has slowly bubbled to the surface. Every time this world comes closer together, it fractures just as quickly. There has been too much strain. Too much pain for the inhabitants to try and wash away.

I would recommend hacking this paragraph up into two. Though I wonder if this is hinting at this being a grittier future to PMD!Canonworld, since the story summary does mention casual spoilers to the canon games, so...

Would you be surprised that these inhabitants are creatures called Pokémon?

Do not forget, these are living beings. And I sense they are not the Pokémon you may remember.

Or perhaps you do remember? The way
they arrive has always been shrouded in some kind of mystery until the end. Even when the answers are revealed, it's never been an entirely consistent set.

Something has brought you here. Are you here by choice? Or are you lost on this world?

Oh, so our protagonist is a human. Though I suppose that if this is indeed set in a fork of Canonworld, that it'd make sense, since that world has a thing for human heroes. So of course it'd get a fresh one in the wake of things going pear-shaped yet again.

Hmm… until you find that answer, please, come with me. Follow my voice. You may sense me only as a presence at the corner of your spirit. But in truth I'm not actually with you physically. I am elsewhere in this world, working at unravelling a truth that has evaded me for so long.

But I will watch you all from a distance to the best of my ability. I can promise you that.

I... am not convinced that that's necessarily a good thing.
:fearfullaugh~1:


Though I wonder if this speaker is a Pokémon, or something more wibbly-wobbly like the Voice of Life all over again.

I see you can sense their arrival. I cannot make certain of who they are or what they may become. Or even what they are here for. But the fact you are… drawn to them. And at such a time when this world has entered another dangerous time cannot be mere coincidence.

We will have to find that truth at another time. Stay close to them. But don't get too close. You don't want them to lose their minds.

Well, that's a concerning sentence there.
:uhhh:


Though I can't tell if this voice is talking about a human or something else entirely. Since since when would a human cause Pokémon to lose their minds?

Trust me. I know.

And who knows? Maybe there will be more to this world, and beyond… that meets the eye.

Yeah, no kidding. Though that was certainly an ominous Prologue. Time to jump straight into the next chapter and see where things go in the wake of that one castle and two armies abruptly getting peaced.

Chapter I

Initially, he could only see darkness. It was all he knew. Just this inescapable, unknowable blackness.

Then, slowly, little by little, the light began to appear before him. Constantly shifting and evolving, flowing almost like water. The reds shifted into oranges, then yellows and so forth. His mind wandered, wondering what he had to have had in order to get such a vision. Something in the water maybe, he imagined. Then again, his body didn't feel sore.

Wait. I've just woken up; how do I know what water and a body feels like? Wait… yeah, of course I know what a body is! I should have one!

Can't tell if a human with amnesia, or this is a fakeout and the protag something much, much weirder.

No, this was worse. He couldn't feel his body at all. Legs, limbs, head and yet he still had senses. At least partially anyway. He could see these colours, obviously. And he could hear a faint hum that almost sounded oddly rhythmic.

Okay… is this some kind of dodgy dream?

Considering the given rating and summary of this story, you're likely gonna wish it was a dream in a bit, kid.

Even without his body, he could sense himself moving – somehow - forwards. No. He was being pulled onwards. It was strange, he couldn't physically move even if he had a body at this point. Maybe he was just dreaming. But where was he sleeping? In a house? Had to be. He tried to imagine having an actual arm and yet nothing happened.

The colours wavered before him, and a very faint star seemed to blink into view before him. Growing that little bit brighter, that bit bigger.

Um… maybe this is me waking up. Weird way of doing it...

Protag: "... Actually, I should try pinching myself. That's a fast way to tell if I'm dreaming, right?"
- Beat moment -
Protag: "Assuming I can even do that at the moment."
:fearfullaugh~1:


And with that, the star began to blink. Hang on-

"Hello?"
came a quiet voice, "Can… can you hear me?".

He felt a strange warmth run through him. Compelling him to move further on. H-Hi? I can… what's going on? Is this some dodgy dream or something?

You probably want to rephrase either this bit about the "dodgy dream" or else the one from two blocks ago, since this reads almost verbatim the same as that earlier one.

There was a moment of silence, the little star ceasing to blink for a moment, before it started again… "You can? Great! Listen… I don't have much time…"

The voice wavered for a moment. And with that, he began to feel drowsy… the light and the colours seeming to dim before him. "Oh no… listen to me! You need to save…"

Wait, is the voice supposed to trail off like that? Or is it supposed to abruptly cut out? If the latter, you should consider a hyphen over an ellipses.

What? I-I can't hear you… I'm… His thoughts began to blur together, the lights now fading away, the hum ceasing. The star the only thing left he could even see. "Please! All of this… it needs saving…"

Save… save what…
He could sense himself slipping away. I… can't…

"You need t-"

Boy is that some awful timing to get your supernatural wibbly-wobbly connection to start cutting out. ^^;

Star: "The wor-"

The light faded away.

And he slowly, so did he…

"Sam!!-"

Oh, so that's our protag's name, huh? Well I doubt that you're seriously going to kill him off right here barely halfway into your first chapter, so let's see where he goes from here, huh?

He moaned as he slowly came to, feeling his body ache in protest. He snapped his eyes open, only to cry out as the light flashed onto his retinas. Nearly blinded, he squeezed them tight again. Was he under attack? No… he could feel the warmth soak through his skin.

The Sun? Yeah, has to be. Just like…



When did I last feel sunlight?

Whelp, guess that that's a sign that Sam has gotten mind lazored as part of his summoning to this world.

Wait! Do I even know my own name!?

"Sam!!-"


He shivered. That voice.

Sam?

Sam: "Whuh?! Huh?! Who's there?!" O_O;

The memory rushed through him, and with that, it clicked. Sam… my name is Sam! Damn, glad I know that at least!

Sam: "Aaaand I'm pretty sure that I know exactly nothing else given that I can't remember when I last felt sunlight."
:uhhh:


Sam opened his eyes again, much more carefully this time. Thankfully, instead of being blinded, he slowly gained a blurry view of the world. He could just make out trees around him and blue skies above him. His other senses started to emerge. He felt himself curled up on his side, could smell the fresh grass he was on and heard the sound of leaves rustling peacefully in the wind and the light trickle of flowing water.

Water.

A faint itch worked its way through Sam's throat, forcing him to take a sudden breath in surprise. Damn. How long have I been out?

Sam: "... Actually, on second thought, I don't want to know, do I?" ^^;

If he had even been out at all?

His arms even more blurry than the trees around him, he slowly pushed himself up to his hands and knees. His eyes flickered around and settled on the familiar shape of a pool of water. Vision be damned, he could at least tell that.

Grunting, he crawled over to the pool and, without delay, scooped up some of the water in his hands and gulped it down, feeling the cool water that spilled out drip down his chest.

Seriously, how long was it since I last drank?

Sam: "... Probably 'too long' if I'm thirsty enough to wonder that to myself." ._.

He blinked as he stared down at his hands... they remained blurred, but he could make out they were some kind of gloves. Completely white and – Wait. They were very small.

What did he even look like?

White and glove-like huh? Getting Ledyba vibes right about now, which would definitely be a head-turner as a species choice.

Splashing his face with a handful of water, Sam wiped his face clean and with a quick shake of his head, focused his gaze at his hands and at last, his vision began to clear.

Sam's hands drifted back into view. They were white, covered in fur.

Whelp, not a Ledyba, confirmed.

But something felt wrong. Deeply wrong. This couldn't be right to him.

I'm human.

Wait... does Sam even know what a human looks like at the moment given that he doesn't remember when he last felt sunlight on his body or had a drink?

And with that, his vision cleared entirely. He realised they weren't hands. They were paws with three little digits. Huh?

He dropped the paws, finding himself looking at a weird rabbit. One that was staring back at him from the water. Covered almost entirely in white fur… save for a little patch of orange across its nose, a flash of reddish orange on the tops of its ears, and finally a pair of eyes with bright orange irises…

Its mouth dropped open, showing a pair of brilliant white buckteeth. "What?"

Ah, so Sam's a Scorbunny now, huh? Never pegged those paws as being glove-like, but I guess I can see it from the official art.

The realisation hit him like a punch to the gut.

That you're cute and adorable right now? :V

Sam: "I'm not supposed to look like this, okay?!"
:grohno~1:


He sprung upright, paws snapping up to his chest, digits running through his fur and past his ears as the instinctively flicked aside. No no! It can't be-

"I'm a bloody Scorbunny!?" he exclaimed, "What the flying!?-"

He stumbled back, crying out as fell back onto his backside. He panted, trying to bring his heartrate down, his breathing under control. "H-How? I'm human! Now I'm a Pokémon? How's that supposed to…"

Considering how for all we know, Sam's mind is a tabula rasa at the moment given that he has zero perception of past history at the moment, I kinda wonder if it'd have made sense to show off what his present understanding of a human is at the moment.

e.x. if he tries to remember what they were, but comes up with nothing other than "... I'm supposed to be taller, and not have long ears, or a tail, or a body covered with fur, but that's about all I can remember" and then freak out harder when he realizes that he doesn't even remember what he used to look like. Or whatever details he can recall along those lines.

His voice trailed off. This can't be right. It can't be.

Slowly, he crawled back forward towards the water's edge. And once more found the reflection of that Scorbunny. Of him – Sam - staring back up at him… "I…" he fell silent. All he could do was simmer in the simple, plain fact of reality that happened to be staring straight back at him.

Sam: "U-Um... th-this isn't some weak and pathetic creature that commonly gets preyed on wherever I am, right? Since 'bunny' is in the name, and rabbits... aren't exactly high on the food chain, I'm pretty sure."
:uhhh:


Chapter II

The sky was almost picturesque. A big bright sun, a few fluffy white clouds over there. Lots of strong trees topped with emerald green leaves. Not that they were actually emeralds, just regular leaves

Groaning, Sam thumped his head against the tree he leaned against. He was still half convinced that this was some kind of dream, even if the slight throb running down his back of his head seemed to confirm that, yes, this was all real.

But the question was how this was even possible? He knew what he was right now. A Pokemon, and yet he somehow thought he was a human. How did that even work? They were completely different species at the end of the day.

I'm going to assume that Sam's mind lazoring allows him to roughly know what humans and various species of Pokémon look like given how reflexively he bandies those terms around and doesn't hesitate and stop to wonder "wait what am/was I?" at any point.

Though this is another paragraph that struck me as one that'd benefit from being broken up, since IMO you basically have 2 separate topics being addressed in this one paragraph as it stands.

"Come on!" he growled, pounding his paw into the bark. "I've got to remember something from before… err…" He chewed on his lip, his mind going blank. "Okay okay… my name is Sam… I'm – was human… obviously I'm a guy… unless I'm non-binary or… hang on, where did I hear about that?"



"Dang it." he hissed, "No idea."

That actually makes me wonder if there are other concepts that Sam remembers the term and idea behind, but can't really place how he knows it at all. Like if he came across a gutted microwave, if he'd be able to go "Oh, that's a microwave, it's meant to cook food!" without being able to explain how he remembers that.

Slowly, he began to pace, questioning his memory. Trying to glean something from before he had woken up in the first place. Hmm... maybe I should try asking myself some questions, see if anything comes up from all that... yeah, let's give that a try.

Bringing himself to a halt, Sam rubbed his hands together and started the questioning. Where did he come from?

...No idea.

Sam: "... Let's try some different questions."
:fearfullaugh~1:


Okay, what did he look like as a human?

…nothing.

Sam: "Oh, come on!" >.<

He grumbled to himself. How old was he?

"25."

Sam: "Well, at least I got something. That's young for a human... right?"

The lack of hesitation nearly caused him to cheer, his eyes instead widening in delight, "H-Hey! I know my age at least! So what did I-?"

Sam's mind went blank again. "Dang it!"

Kinda wonder if you should've had Sam finish more of his question there before cutting it off, since I'm actually not sure what he was supposed to say there.

Sam: "Well, this exercise has been going really swimmingly right now."
:riohnolu:


Angrily, he swivelled around and booted the nearest tree. But as his paw connected, his entire leg turned to jelly, the pain rushed up it like a wave. He hopped away with a cry, clutching his throbbing foot like some cheap cartoon character. Okay mate… calm down, stop acting like some bratty kid!

Well, I'm guessing that Sam's from Galar, since thar be Britishisms in this fic. I presume you're from a Commonwealth country as a writer? Or is that a deliberate stylistic thing meant to play into Sam's background?

Taking a deep breath, Sam forced himself to relax, rubbing the back of his head. Probably some weird fire rabbit hormones or something he figured.

And then there was that voice. The… star? If it was even one. Asking him for help. But help with what? Did they want help? Someone else? He shook his head, maybe it was tied to him being a Scorbunny?

I mean, given that it was trying to encourage you to save the world and this is a PMD story...
:wellyousee:


He frowned to himself, They knew me too… but… how? I don't… damn it, I can't remember that either.

With a shake of his head, he rubbed his paws together. Alright, forget about the memories… I need to find some help first.

Sam: "Just... where do I even start right now?"
:ohnowen:


He slowly spun on his foot, scanning his surroundings. Other than the pool of water he had found himself next to, the only other feature of note was an opening in the trees. That had revealed what was a barely marked, dusty path that cut into the woods, but beyond that, he couldn't tell what would lay further within.

Well… it's better than nothing.

IMO, in this case, your paragraph is long and idea-dense enough that you probably want Sam's internal thought off on its own instead of taped to it.

And with that, Sam started to jog his way down the path.

The path was fairly easy going, twisting and curving through the trees even if it was barely… well… that at all. Shrubs, bushes and grasses rose up around him in every direction, hanging around in little clearings where the sun managed to break through. Even a few surprisingly big flowers were poking out from the grasses. The canopy offered plenty of shade from the sun high above his head too, so he wasn't going to cook anyway.

I might be overthinking it, but is it supposed to be hot at the moment? Since why is Sam's thought about being in the shade that he wouldn't cook/overheat?

Well… technically I'm already cooked… you know… being a fire type Pokémon and all…

-snerk-

He stopped mid stride, rubbing the back of his head. Hang on… Pokémon have awesome powers right? I should be able to do some fire moves! Err… what moves can I do… Ember I think? That tends to be pretty standard for fire-types right?

I'll legit be shocked if Sam does pull off a move off the bat this chapter, since it's really uncommon for human TF stories to smoothly give them Pokémon abilities from the jump.



Err… how do I do that?

Yeah, I thought so.

He frowned to himself as he started walking again. So Ember… works out of the mouth right? Almost like breathing fire or something. But I've got ha- paws so… does it come from me using those instead or i-

"-hat seeds are these? Blast Seeds?"

"No, they're regular ones, I told you!"

Sam: "... That's a good sign, right?" ._.;

Sam slowed down again, his ears already twitching around to track down the source. Well, that didn't take long to find someone… sounds like they're… huh, further down the track.

Beating his feet into the dirt, the Scorbunny rushed on ahead, picking up speed as he pushed onwards. Maybe there will be other humans there. Don't know how I'm going to explain things but I've gotta try.

Image


"Damn… they just look the same, you know?"

"The same? They've all got symbols on them you nitwit!"

"You know what I'm like! It's pretty easy for me to mix that stuff up!"

"Clear! Symbols!"

Oh, so PMD items in this game don't track their PMDX appearances, duly noted.

Blast Seeds… what? Nevermind. Either way, sounds like they should be some regular people to talk to.

He emerged into the clearing, paw raised in greeting, "Hey there, look, I'm a bit lost can you-?"

The Rattata and Pidgey spun towards him, eyes widening in surprise.

Sam: "Uh... hi there... I- er... come in peace?" ^^;

Immediately, Sam began to run on autopilot, "Ah right… you guy's are Pokémon… right… this is going to be weird, but are there any… trainers near here? I kinda need an idea of my circum-"

The Pidgey snapped its beak with an audible crack, "Trainers? What the hell are you talking about?"

"H-Huh?"

"Yeah!" the Rattata exclaimed, "What's a Trainer?"

Okay, so Sam came from a mainline world. Or else one where Chunsoft's pitch for PMD got shot down by TPCI. Also filing that one away for the future.

Sam's mouth hung completely open, as the full gravity of what just happened hit him like a sack of bricks. How can I be so stupid?! I can talk so…

It was obvious… he was a Pokémon and could talk regardless… it only made sense that other Pokemon could do the same.

Now, the only question is if they can all do it in the same language. :V

And frankly, there was only one word he could say in response…

"…crap."

Well that introduction sure is going smoothly. At this rate, it's going to turn out that Sam ran into a pair of Outlaws. :V

Alright, I think that that's a pretty good place to leave things off on, so I'll gather my overall thoughts here:

I'll admit, I'm a bit biased here since the premise of this story being set in an island backdrop actually reminds me a lot of my own, just targeting a few notches up higher on the thematic/age-rating bracket. The prologue in particular was particularly intriguing, and I'm wondering just how quickly that's going to come into play in this story, since political intrigue and warfare aren't that common in this fandom space, so it makes the stories that do them, and especially the ones that do them well stand out. The chapters that I read all being bite-sized and approachable didn't hurt either. I think you were cutting it a little to the bone and could've easily bundled Chapters 1 + 2 together without missing a beat while still keeping things approachable, but eh. It's good for an initial taste, and there's something to be said about getting a coherent narrative out without writing out War and Peace all over again, and it looks like you've got some more conventionally-sized chapters down the pipe anyways.

As for stuff I wasn't as fond of, most of it's already covered by the writeup, though I did feel there was a bit of a disconnect between the Prologue which points at intrigue between warring polities and Legendaries with some sort of freaky thing going on with Zarude... and then the next two chapters that played things a bit by the numbers for fandom tropes. Like I get that "fakeout openings" are things, and they can be done really effectively for harder-edged stories (PMMM being one of my reflexive examples on that front), though if it's narratively possible it might make sense to worm in some hints as to where the story is ultimately going to go as a reward for attentive readers and to give that point where the plot just comes barreling through to run over Sam all the more oomph.

But all-in-all, I thought that it was a decent opening, @StolenMadWolf , especially after you get a chance to buff out a few of the kinks you're already aware of. Color my interest piqued, and I'll be looking forward to coming back to this story more for our review exchange. ^^
 

Spiteful Murkrow

Early Game Encounter
Heya, it's taken a little while, though life's been a touch crazy the past 2 weeks and with things set to get a bit crowded in the imminent horizon, I decided to get in a quick and dirty bump to not leave you hanging too much on our review exchange.

So in light of that, I’ll be picking right up where I left off with:

Chapter III

Other than the soft rustle of leaves above his head, silence dominated the clearing. The bird and rat Pokémon staring him down with a mixture of confused and annoyed looks. Sam held his ground, frozen in place with his paw still hanging in mid air in greeting. Okay… this is awkward…

Something about the way the middle sentence is worked in feels a bit abrupt. Maybe it'd flow a bit nicer with some sort of added transition like...

There was nothing to distract Sam at all from the world around him, or from the bird and rat Pokémon staring him down with a mixture of confused and annoyed looks.

Some food for thought, anyways.

He lowered his paw, "Yeah… sorry about that… didn't exactly have the greatest night." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Still a little bit… err… hungover…"

Rattata: "Buddy, what exactly have you been drinking?"
:what:

Sam: "Probably something stronger than I'd care to admit given that I don't exactly remember a lot of anything before last night." ^^;

The Pidgey and the Rattata glanced at each other, the disgust now being replaced with disbelief. The Pidgey clipped their beak as they looked back at him. "Hungover?"

"Err… yeah?"

"At your age?"

Sam: "B-But I'm 25... that's not super young... is it?" ._.;

Sam blinked at that, mind initially drawing a blank. Ah… Scorbunny is a pre-evolution right? Err...

Oh, I see that evolutions are inherently age-tied in this setting, huh? Filing that one away for the future.

"I was…" he started slowly, trying to work out another solution, "...drinking a lot of juice… but I think someone spiked it."

Sam, pretty sure you're digging yourself in deeper in live-time right now.

"Really?"

"Yeah…"

The two Pokémon glanced at each other again, and Sam could tell they didn't quite believe him. The Rattata seemed to shrug half-heartedly, so at first glance, it seemed like they were going to let it slide. Okay, let's get them distracted…

I just realized it, but both "At your age?" and "Really?" are ambiguous as to if the Pidgey is saying all of this or if the Rattata cut in at any point. It might make sense to drop in some reminders of who's saying what.

"Hey, I'm kinda lost… do you happen to know where the nearest town is?"

The Pidgey cackled, "Really? It's not that big an island and you managed to get lost?"

Sam: "Buddy, my drink nuked my memories, alright?" >_>;
Pidgey: "Still quite the feat of yours there." o<o

"I'm kinda new here. And-"

"You got hungover?" the Rattata interrupted, whiskers twitching.

"…yeah."

Sam: "... All of that just sounded completely unbelievable, didn't it?" ._.;
Rattata: "You said it, not me, pal."

Twitching an ear, Sam straightened up, "So can you… you know… point me in the right direction?"

I kinda wonder if there ought to have been more focus on Sam's state of mind here or somewhere just before here where we get to see how he's reacting here? Like is he panicking right now? Is he breathing a sigh of relief? Is he in "I-It's just a little airborne! It's still good! It's still good!" territory?

Their eyes flicked back for a second, almost distractedly, the Pidgey nodded. "Sure, just follow the track that way." He pointed an wing towards another, more defined path through the trees on the other end of the clearing. "That'll take you to the main road."

Wait, "track"? Are there trains in this setting? Or was that supposed to be a "trail"?

Suddenly, the Rattata spun on its feathered companion, eyes narrowing. As the Pidgey leaned in, it began to whisper.

Too bad it didn't really recognise the fact that Sam now had pretty big ears. "What are you doing? We don't know where this kid came from!"

Sam: "Seriously, how do you manage that when you're a rat? Your own hearing is supposed to be really sensitive!" >.<
Rattata: "The implication is that I know that you can hear me and I don't care that you do."
:typhNOsion:


"Says the guy who couldn't work out his seeds."

The rat quivered, "Look, you know how no one's evolving again, he could be from one of the teams, or those hunters! Besides, I've never seen Scorbunny around here."

>those hunters

:fearfullaugh~1:


I'm... just gonna assume that that's not an epithet for Rescue/Exploration Teams in this setting.

Though I see that in canonworld in this story, times of crisis coincide with canonical "no evolution without fancy workarounds" mechanics.

"Come on." The bird hissed, "You said yourself, he's just a kid."

Ears twitching, Sam merely raised up one paw. "Err… first of all… I'm not a kid…"

Well, that's what I think anyway…

Sam, what are you doing...?

Rattata + Pidgey:
:sceptical~1:

Sam: "... I'm. Uh... a late evolver?" ^^;

"…secondly… look, I can see you guys are a bit on edge. So I'll just get out of your hair and hit that road."

He started strolling over to the path, keeping one eye on the two Pokémon, "I won't tell anyone you're here either. So you don't have to worry about th-"

That was when he saw the yellow shape, jutting out from behind the back of the Rattata, and with that, he stopped mid stride. He was about to brush it off, consider it nothing… but curiosity nibbled at the back of his mind and so… it got the better of him. "Hey, what's that?"

Oh, so that's what seeds look like in this setting, huh?

Taking a step back, the Rattata hid the yellow shape away. "It's nothing." The Pidgey said. "Just some berries."

"You said you were looking at seeds though…" Sam mused, taking a few steps closer, trying to peer around, "Unless you guys have berries to-"

The yellow shape reappeared into view… and he recognised it as an arm attached to a little yellow and brown body… covered in blood. Sam froze, his entire body stiffening, "W-wait… is that a-"

:wtfuckle:


Well that got really dark really fast. Guess 'hunter' might really be a term for Rescue/Exploration Teams after all.

He cried out as the Pidgey slammed into his chest headfirst, pain surging across his body as he was sent flying away and onto his back. Groaning, he shoved himself up, just in time to see the Rattata dive towards him, teeth flashing.

"****!"

Ah yes, not even 4000 words into this story and the customary opening arc has gone completely off the rails. There's that fake out opening I called happening last time. Here I thought we were also going to get some tour through a bucolic village, but nope, just casually bumping into a pair of outlaws chilling with a dead body.

I kinda wonder if it could've been foreshadowed a bit more by Sam noticing something consistently off earlier like a weird smell or something like that, though.

Kicking his feet into the ground, Sam rolled and bounced back, just about evading the attack as the rat slammed head first into the grass. Landing back on his feet, he raised his paws up, eyes flicking between the now hovering bird and the rat. The bird was slowly shaking his head, "I was kinda wishing you didn't see that."

"Now can we deal with the brat?" The Rattata snapped.

"Gonna have to now."

IMO, a little emphasis could make that line a bit more expressive.

Sam: "I... really don't like where this conversation is going right now."
:eltyscared:


Snarling, Sam bounced from one foot to the other, his heart pounding that little bit harder, ready to fight them off. "So what? You two are just some murderers?!"

The Pidgey snapped his beak, "We're just trying to make a living, this guy just got in the way!"

Sam: "... That's not a denial!"
:grohno~1:

Pidgey: "Yes? And? It's the law of the jungle, kid. Someone's gotta lose in it."

"Murder is still murder!"

Dragging his feet into the ground, the Rattata growled back, "Can't let you tell the authorities about us…"

Rattata: "Should've played dumb, kid. We might've let you off if you did."
Sam: "... Is it too late to start? Since I'm definitely feeling dumb right now..."
:uhhh:


Pulling a mock punch, Sam flashed a grin, the confidence flooding through him despite the throbbing chest. "I'm not helpless you know." He said, "Just me against the two of you? It's not like I'm dealing with some big dude huh?"

Sam: "... Wait, do I even know how to fight properly right now?" ._.;
Rattata + Pidgey:
Image

Sam: "... Oh my god, this is going to be such a disaster."
:ohnowen:


Something thumped into the ground just behind him, the earth softly quaking under his feet, and with that, the two Pokémon before him seemed to flash… smirks. Sam's smile melted away. "That's exactly who's behind me right?"

"Yep." Replied a deep, rumbling voice behind him.

Slowly, Sam spun on his heel to come face to face with a gigantic Pokémon with two heavily built arms and shorter legs. Not only that, but it was also covered in orange padding and grey fins… a Swampert. It flashed a toothless grin as Sam's confidence vanished, the Scorbunny stumbleing back… "Fancy your chances now?"

Sam: "Oh come on! Seriously?!"
:WHY:

Swampert: "Well, kid? Do you feel lucky?"
Sam: "... No. Not at all."
:ScaredCabot:


The Scorbunny resisted the urge for his body to shake. "Err… yeah… I don't think so…"

Yeah, I figured. :V

With that, he snapped forward, crying out and willing the Ember to fire away.

Nothing happened. Blinking, Sam jabbed both paws forward, trying to focus on them, encourage flames to form. "Err…" He thrust them once more… and still nothing happened.

Sam:
Image

Pidgey + Rattata:
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Rattata: "You really are a genius, you know that, kid?"

Okay… kinda need a new plan…

[ ]

Run?

[ ]

Yeah… run.

IMO, this bit would've worked a bit better to show Sam getting encroached on a bit more before he comes to this conclusion, both to show that moment of blind panic at first / Swampert and the gang getting their giggles at Sam's epic fail at threatening them, and that sinking realization that "yeah, if I don't get out of here, I'm gonna die".

It might have also made sense to expand the paragraph right before this block to play up the whole "AAAAH! WHY CAN'T I INTO FIRE?!"-ness of it since Sam is in a really bad place at the moment.

The Swampert frowned. "You know… even if you knew what you were doing, I'm still a water type?"

"Err… yeah… point taken."

And with that, he leapt straight up at the muscular mon. Its eyes widened as it tried to pull back in surprise. But the little Scorbunny was faster, grunting as he booted the bigger Mon in the face. Another few kicks, and Sam was up and over the Swampert, touching down into the grass behind him. "At least I can still move, mate!" he teased.

Live look at Sam right now:


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And with that, Sam shot off, running for the woods as fast as his legs would allow. "What are you waiting for you idiots!?" the Swampert rumbled, "After him!"

Sam: "Boy do I hope that that guy doesn't know Earthquake... or something like Surf for that matter."
:fearfullaugh~1:


And jumping right into the next chapter as well since that one was a bit short:

Chapter IV

Sam ducked and weaved, trying to make up the distance between himself and those murdering sods. Licking his lips, he forced a determined look on his face, looking to keep up his confidence as he fled.

The truth was with his heart now pounding in his chest and threatening to blow out of it, he was terrified. Pokémon don't murder things! Do… do they?

Sam, have you read an Aloladex entry in your life before? ^^;

He slowed, taking a sharp breath. Okay okay, just need to get to that road… oh ****, what if they were lying about that!?

Then this is going to be a really short story barring someone coming in to bail your sorry bum (or I guess sorry bun) out.

"Stop pissing around and find that little brat!"

Head snapping round, he could hear the thumping footsteps of that Swampert coming up from behind him. Still chasing him… Dang it… even if I can outrun him, the Pidgey will keep place… I need a better idea and q- wait, the trees!

Wait, does Sam have any cover at the moment? Or else how has he not been summarily sniped by a water attack right about now?

Eying one particularly big oak, Sam kicked himself up and onto the first branch, grunting as he scrambled to pull himself up and onto it… only to half gasp as he nearly slipped off the other side with a creak, grabbing hold of a small branch to hold himself there. Right… I have no idea how to climb a tree…

Sam: "... Right, I'm a rabbit right now. Probably should've tried my luck trying to dig." >_>;

"He went this way!"

Gulping, Sam pulled himself back onto his feet, looked up, and leapt again. Making his way that little bit higher into the tree with each and every jump. Just as he broke into the leaves proper, the Swampert forced his way into the clearing below, eyes narrowed as they scanned all directions. The Pidgey hovered in next to him and finally, the Rattata came in at their rear. Sam tightened his grip on one of the patches of bark. Come on mates… move on, move on…

The Pidgey is just going to casually knock Sam out of the tree in about 5 seconds, isn't he?

The Swampert's head snapped towards the Pidgey, a low growl rumbling forth. "I told you not to lose him!"

The bird merely narrowed his eyes, "If we were on a field. Easy. I can either track him or dodge trees. I can't do both."

Wait, just how thick are those tree boughs such that Pidgey can instantly lose visuals of a bunny bouncing around from limb to limb anyways?

Swampert: "And you're not just chucking Gusts at the tree branches to try and blow him out why?" >_>;
Pidgey: "... Didn't get that far yet? Though if he managed to get up there, wouldn't the kid's grip be a bit strong for that?" ^v^;

As the Rattata marched onwards, the big amphibian could only let out a heavy growl in reply, "Grr… Well he can't have got far. If we split up, we might be able to cover more ground."

"He's a Scorbunny, he ain't exactly slow."

"I'm not an idiot! Just… let me think."

Sam: "Thank the great good lord that this guy doesn't know Earthquake."
:sweats:

- Beat moment -
Sam: "He... doesn't know Earthquake... r-right?"
:AlviseScared:


The Rattata was now out of view with the other two Mons still at the edge of the clearing. Sam held his breath, trying to not shiver in the treetop. Come on you assholes… get out of here…

At last, the big Swampert seemed to straighten up, eyes fixed on something further ahead on the ground. "Let's move out, see if we can track down that rat a little further. If not, who's gonna believe him anyway? We'll get rid of the bodies, get our pay and be off this rock before anyone bothers to look."

I was actually not expecting Sam to get off like that. Guess he really did score a lucky roll with that Swampert not having a great moveset there, since something like an EQ would've likely shaken him out of the tree... and out of the story considering what those three were getting ready to do to him.
:fearfullaugh~1:


Bodies? There was more than one?

Sam watched as the Swampert and the Pidgey drifted by underneath him and out of sight. But he didn't move. He stayed frozen where he was, not even daring to breathe as the footsteps began to fade away.

He waited one minute. Then another.

Sam: "Why am I still here and not legging it to get far, far away from this place right now?"
:grohno~1:


And after the third, he finally let out a sigh of relief. Okay… better drop down and go a completely different direction bef-

A massive crack rang out beneath him, the entire tree shuddering as the Scorbunny was thrown forward, wrapping his arms round his branch. His heart pounded again, squirming against the wood. What the flying f-

Sam: "M-Maybe they didn't hear it?"
:fearfullaugh~1:


Something snapped… and he could feel the air shift as the tree began tilt... toppling over. "Oh come on!" he barked, as he struggled to get his feet onto the branch… and with another kick, blew clear of the leaves.

Straight into the Pidgey.

Sam: "Ah... er... hi there... Let's just pretend we never saw each other and part ways here."
:CabotScared:


Crying out, he tried to throw a wild punch, hoping to catch the bird's wing… but it only tasted thin air as he flailed helplessly past. A second later, he struck the ground face first with a dull thud. Moaning, Sam pushed himself back up to find himself staring down the Swampert rubbing his front paws together. That tree was just a punching bag to him! But how did he know-

Rattata: "Remember that rats have good hearing, kid."
:typhNOsion:

Sam: "But I saw you leave! How the hell did you-?!"
:grohno~1:

Pidgey: "Kid, if you're too dumb to see through a feint, you were never going to last on this island anyways." >v>;
Sam: "Oh yay, me."
:uhhh:


Down next to him, the Rattata was flashing a toothy grin at him, a big, leafy branch twice his size hanging out of his mouth. Plus the pristine leaves all scattered across the ground between Sam and the criminals. He bit off a curse at that. Damn it… must have broke it off when I tried to climb up!

Sam pushed himself back up to his feet, glaring back at the three Pokémon blocking his path again. The Swampert merely pulled its toothless grin once more.

"Thought you were being clever huh? Should have kept running, kid."

Ah, yeah. That would definitely be a decent tip-off. Though IMO this particular paragraph would work a bit better were it broken up into pieces kinda as suggested.

Suddenly sensing a flash of heat within him, the Scorbunny raised his paws, tightening them into fists. "You've still gotta catch me, yo-"

All his other words were silenced by a beam of water slamming into his chest. Pain tore through him, his ribs screaming as if they were being crushed as his body shot back. His breath stolen away. I-I can't m-

He felt his head strike against something hard, and his vision went black.

A few odds-and-ends suggestions for rephrasings here. Went a bit out on a limb on some of these, so not sure if they're fitting with what your intention was.

Sam: "Well that was a short story." X_X
- Sam looks back at the chapter text -
Sam: "Wait, wha-? There's another scene? So you mean I'm not dead yet-?"

Sam groaned as he slowly came to, his entire head throbbing as if someone had rammed an electric toothbrush into his skull. His chest also ached, and for a moment he half thought his ribs were broken. Slowly and weakly, he moved one paw up onto his chest, taking in a sharp intake of breath as pain pulsed along his skin… but they felt intact. His vision blurred, his other paw drifting back to behind his head… and when the furry hand came back into view, the pristine white fur was now red, dripping with blood.

A nitpick, but while 'ichor' is technically correct here in usage, in terms of vibe, it's usually more the preserve of 'alien blood' and as such, sticking to 'blood' is probably the best call here, since... yeah. Sam's a bit more red all over right now.

"Damn, you survived that? You're tougher than you look."

In that moment, Sam realised that he was being dragged across grass under an open sky. T-The c-clearing? "W-W-Wha… W-Where are you t-taking me?"

"To dump your body, but since you're still kicking, think of it as somewhere where I can give you a choice buddy."

Pidgey: "... Boss, why didn't you do something like cut his throat to make sure he was dead earlier?" >v>;
Swampert: "... Meh, he looked dead enough and I don't like getting my hands dirty. Plus it's not like he's going to stay alive for much longer."

The injured Scorbunny could only moan in response, barely noticing his leg getting dropped as his vision cleared a little bit… revealing the dark shape of that big leader. "I was just gonna kill ya and leave your corpse where no one would find you. But you're pretty ballsy for a rabbit." He grunted, "So, you can join our crew and we'll patch you up. Or… well… you can end up like this lot."

Oh so that's why Swampert didn't just cut Sam's throat and call it a day. Guy must be pretty confident of his ability to keep his underlings in line considering his offer, though.

Something pushed… no, pulled Sam upright, and his vision, whilst still dark around the edges, cleared up. It was the clearing he had first encountered them and…

His heart went still, unable to tear his eyes away from the bodies. The yellow body from before he recognised as a Pikachu. Their eyes were shut and their face was relaxed… but the amount of blood covering them, especially round their neck…

His eyes flicked over to the others. A light blue coloured turtle, its head twisted at an awkward angle. And another larger bug like mon, wings torn up… and another yellow mon, even smaller than the Pikachu with-

Ah yes, putting that M rating to work nice and quick, I see.

Sam:
Image

Swampert: "Kid, if you're done with your theatrics, you can give me an answer about if you'd like to live past the next 30 seconds or not. I don't have all damn day."
:eltyunamused:


Unable to look any longer, Sam tore his gaze away, his stomach churning from both pain and… that damn sight. "You…" he gasped, "Want me to join you? To kill!?"

"Eh, ruffle them up sure. Kill? Eh, we try and avoid that. But you know what us Pokémon are like. Once we start fighting it's not easy to stop, you know?"

Sam: "There's a mass grave with at least four corpses in it! Like hell you try and avoid that!"
:eltyscared:

Swampert: "And just how many do you think would be in there if we didn't try and avoid killing 'em?"
:typhNOsion:


Eyes squeezed shut, the Scorbunny could only shake his head. "B-But this isn't just killing! You've torn them apart!"

He could hear that damn Swampert chuckle behind him, "Hey. We're just doing what we can to get through life. With the disasters coming back, only makes sense. So, whatcha say?"

Sam:
:squirpuke:

Rattata: "... I think that's a 'kill me now', boss."

Feeling the tears forming at the edge of his eyes, Sam slowly pushed himself up, he took a step forward, stumbled. His vision was clearing now, and a quick glance behind revealed the Swampert, now flanked on both sides by the Pidgey and the Rattata… with the bodies in plain view next to them.

No… I'm… he punched the ground and shakingly pushed himself back up. I'm- I'm not…

Stumbling once more, he managed to turn round to face the team, his breathing laboured. "No… I'm not becoming a killer just to stay alive for a few days longer!"

This part got me more than I was expecting it to. It's a good character-establishing moment for Sam where even if he's scared and has his back against a wall, there's just some things he's not willing to do. Or at least not right now, anyways.

Weakly, he raised his paws up, trying to ready himself for the next blow. "I… I'd rather die."

The Swampert merely shrugged, "Welp… sorry to hear that."

With that, he opened his mouth, a blue ball of energy beginning to form within, slowly humming.

Swampert: "Story's over for ya, kid. Hope you had a good run."

His arms continued to shake. Sam knew he wasn't walking away from this, nevermind running. This… it's it…

As the orb started to look like a water ball, Sam could only close his eyes… and brace for the inevitable hit. For his bones to break…

Instead, the hum was cut out, and replaced with an almighty crack… and a surprised cry.

And here is the moment where the plot throws Sam a bone. Along with what I presume will be a buddy we see a lot more of in the future.

He opened his eyes.

Standing between him and the Swampert was a bipedal, avian like Pokémon with predominately red feathers, although also mixed in with yellow and beige ones too whilst cold, blue eyes were fixed on the water type… who had seemed to have backed off, rubbing his chin as his eyes burned. A… A Blaziken!? Where did he-

Blaziken: "... You know, now that you mention it, I guess I should've provided a couple more hints that I was hanging around, huh?"
:joltyshrug~1:

Sam: "Look, I'm sure that some readers are going to moan about this being a Deus Ex Machina, but I'll take what I can get right now!"
:sweats:


"I'm going to give you one chance." Stated the fire-type, eyes somehow looking even colder as he stared down the criminal. "Turn yourselves in."

"Or what?!" The Swampert barked, "You can't kick my ass!"

5 words spoken seconds from disaster.

"I can. And so can this team."

The Rattata and Pidgey rushed forward, readying their attacks as they came down on the Blaziken… but Sam barely registered the shapes that rushed past him and the fire type in a blur of colou[ ]

Your paragraph abruptly cuts off there. I can't tell if that's supposed to just be "colour." or if there were supposed to be more sentences afterwards.

The Gallarde struck first, its bladed arm rushing up to meet the Pidgey head on. Sam could just make out the bird's eyes widening before the blade slammed into its body. With a pained cry, the bird shot up well into the sky and out of sight. The Rattata, despite being on the ground, managed to leap back just as the Scyther slashed at him with their own blades. The Rattata's teeth flashed as it reared back, glowing as it readied itself for-

Too late, as the second blade struck across the whole length of the Rattata. With little more than a gasp, the rat was tossed aside, rolling across the grassy field as a battered pulp.

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I was honestly a little surprised that the Rattata was still (kinda) in one piece after that strike.

The Swampert roared, rearing back as it tore a boulder from the ground and tossed it towards the Blaziken.

Without even blinking, the fire-type merely stepped to oneside, allowing it to bounce past them and the still frozen Sam, chips flicking off and landing just in front of the Scorbunny. Only then did the fire type finally strike, leaping up into the air with an almighty kick into the earth.

The Swampert could barely react before the Blaziken's clawed foot slammed down onto his head with an almighty crack. Groaning, he stumbled back, but the Blaziken came after him with a barrage of punches and kicks, each one striking the bigger mon across the face, the neck and chest. Bloodying it up and driving it back further and further. Sam could only look on in shock as the fighter pummeled the water-type into submission.

Swampert: "I-I call hax." X.X
Blaziken: "Leveling advantages, learn to love 'em, pal." o<o

As the Swampert's head snapped back, the Blaziken let out a final scream, their legs erupting into flames. Spinning round, the twin Blaze Kicks struck the Swampert in the chest and across the head with an powerful pair of snap.

The big brute stumbled back moaning, shuddered… and slammed headfirst into the dirt, out cold.

Sam: "I'm sorry, but how did you manage to do that to a Swampert? As a Blaziken?!" o_O;
Blaziken: "I mean, it helps when you've got the equivalent of a 30-level advantage on Outlaw scum like them."
:joltyshrug~1:


Sam could tell his mouth was agape, his body still shivering from the surprise… from the power of each strike… and with fear.

Brushing its shoulder off, the Blaziken turned round to face him.

Sam froze, his heart going cold.

The Blaziken seemed to relax as it looked down on him, its blue eyes not looking as fierce. Likewise, the other two Pokemon had turned to face him too, looks of concern evident even as the Scyther cast a glance in the direction of the corpses.

Scyther: "Uh... yeah, I'm pretty sure we can skip the trial for these three."
:squirpuke:

Gallade: "Don't you mean for 'these two'? Since I'm pretty sure that Pidgey's in low earth orbit right now."

The Scorbunny was about to utter a word when something blinked in the sky, just behind the Blaziken. A brown and tan shape diving down at high speed… its wings glowing white. The Pidgey…

And it was diving straight for the Blaziken.

Well, somebody's lacking a survival instinct there. Lemme pull out the appropriate gif for this moment:

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Something burned within Sam, fear replaced by desperation as his eyes widened. Desperation turned into instinct as some new found strength shot through his body. One eye snapped towards the boulder… and one of the broken fragments laid out directly in front of him.

Screaming, Sam dashed forward, a surge of heat running through his legs as he reeled his foot back and brought it down with all the force he could muster.

Sam: "I sure hope my leg didn't get broken from getting thrown around earlier, otherwise. Uh... this is gonna smart later."
:fearfullaugh~1:


The pebble ignited instantly, the little fireball booted forward into the air. Eyes widening, the Blaziken jerked aside. Not that it was needed, as the Ember rushed clear past them… and straight at the Pidgey.

The bird cried out, trying to evade, but it was too late as the fireball struck it in the face, the glowing wings flashing back to normal as it was blown back with an horrific bang. The bird spun away, letting out a faint cry, and slammed into the ground.

Even in his state, Sam could see its chest smoking, the faint twitching of its wings the only indicator that the Pidgey was still alive.

Whelp the gif was indeed accurate, even if I was wrong about who would make it accurate. Though I see Sam can fight to an extent in his present state.

The Blaziken took a second to glance at the downed Pidgey, before it finally turned back towards the Scorbunny… looking almost amazed… or surprised.

Blaziken: "A little warning would've been nice there!" >v>;
Sam: "Yeah, yeah. Look, I'm barely lucid right now, so let me have my moment, okay?" >_>;

His body was already quivering again, feeling like jelly as he looked up at the evolved fire-type.

Sam just managed to muster up the remaining strength to pull a small grin.

"So… that's how Ember works…"

Sam's going to keel over right after this, isn't he?

Sam: "I have no idea how I did that, b-but I actually attacked for once!" ^^;

And with that, Sam toppled forward and fell face first into the dirt.

Yeah, figured that'd happen.
- Meanwhile back in the clearing -
Scyther: -pokes at Sam - "Hey, kid? You alright there?"
Gallade: "Dude, he's splattered in blood and passed out. What do you think?" >_>;
Blaziken: "Well he's definitely going to give a nurse a handful. But hey, you did good, kid. Rest up a bit until the next chapter."

Alright, onto the final thoughts:

You see, I knew that you were going for a fakeout opening with how much of a contrast there was between the prologue and the seemingly by-the-numbers Chapters 1 + 2. Boy did you deliver on that front, even if it came a lot sooner than I was expecting. While I probably should've known better from the posted rating, I did get caught a little off-guard by some of the stuff brought up, but I think that it leans in well with the overall dynamic you built up between the Prologue up to this point, since it very firmly establishes that even if this is the world of the games, that we're not in Kansas anymore. I thought that the handling of Sam's characterization was also a pretty strong point, since we get to have a decent handle on just who he is as a person by the end of this fourth chapter.

As for critiques, it's mostly what it says on the tin for the writeup, including the little odds-and-ends wording tweaks that I won't dwell on since you mentioned you were already hunting those down. For general weaknesses, I thought you had more room to show off description, especially for the stuff going on in Sam's head, since there were a number of bits where I kinda figured things were going a certain way for him, but it was mostly conjecture since the text didn't formally support it. I kinda thought that the arrival of Blaziken and his team ought to have been foreshadowed a bit more. Like every protagonist is entitled to a couple lucky breaks that potentially get into Deus Ex Machina territory, especially early on in a story where it can be tied into the premise that "things are happening because of strokes of fate", but in general more foreshadowing for such moments when possible reduces the amount of people who will have their suspension of disbelief broken.

I kinda think that Chapters 2+3 could have easily been taped together in one update, and it'd have allowed for avoiding the "one fully standalone chapter of 'wait, why's this feel like a normal story'" dynamic of Chapter 2, but eh. I'll respect your choices as an author.

Though altogether, I thought that this batch of chapters was pretty good @StolenMadWolf . And I'm pretty sure this is the part of the story where we get a better view of what on earth to properly expect from things going forward. From where we've gone in the span of 5 chapters total, I can tell that this story is going to go places, and probably pretty quickly.

But that'll be a journey for another day. One that I'll be looking forward to getting to when things are a bit less crazy, since hey. You know how to write a good hook. ^^;
 

Spiteful Murkrow

Early Game Encounter
Heya, a bit crunched on time and energy tonight, but coming back to this with a quick and dirty review of…

Chapter V

Hmm… you have been with him for a while. He's alive, I can assure you of that and no, he's not brain dead. He is in capable hands.

Well. As close as can be to hands anyway.

Oh, so the Disembodied Voice™️ of this story isn't a singular entity, huh? Since this seems like they're conversing with another party.

So he is human. Or rather he used to be before he was turned into this Scorbunny. If he is here… then something terrible must be on the horizon. It can't be a mere coincidence.

:fearfullaugh~1:


Though considering the batting average of when humans show up in canonworld... yeah, humans do seem to have a habit of coming around right when a disaster is about to happen.

Is that why you are here? To look over him? To witness this dark event? Or perhaps you are just drawn to this Pokemon.

To this human...

???:
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...

…I must withdraw, lest my presence gets sensed. You don't get too close either.

But do keep an eye on him will you?
Oh well that's not ominous and creepy-sounding at all there.
:wtfuckle:


"Hello? Can you hear me?"

H-Hi?

"You can? Great! Listen… I don't have much time…"

... Wait, is this the same Disembodied Voice™️ as the one in the last scene or a different one? Since something about its tenor feels very different.

"Oh no… listen to me! You need to save…"

What? I… I can't hear you…

"Please! All of this… it needs saving…"

Save… save what… I can't…

"…Sam!"
Wait, this is that one conversation Sam was having before fading out in Chapter 1, wasn't it?

Sam's eyes fluttered open, That voice… where…

His vision blurred for a moment, then cleared to reveal the wooden ceiling above him. A gentle warmth pulsed across his body, almost like waves running up alongside him. H-Huh? Am… am I dead?
Sam: "I mean, I can see a wooden ceiling above me, so I'm pretty sure I'm alive?" ^^;

He slowly raised his hands up, only instead to see those white rabbit paws drift into view instead. I… I'm still a Scorbunny.

Moaning softly, he began to push himself upright, soaking in that pink… wait, what?
Sam: "Wait, I'm soaking in what now?" ._.;

He looked round himself to find himself on a fluffy bed, his body glowing a soft pink that throbbed and pulsed every second. Every pulse warmed him up… strengthening him.
Ah, Heal Pulse, I presume.

Standing alongside the bed was what looked like a white horse, only it also possessed a massive mane coloured… cyan and pink? So fluffy it was it almost looked like candy floss. And it had a violet horn too that stretched a good way out of its head. Blue eyes were focused on him as the pink energy flowed around them too. A Unicorn? Wait a minute… it looks like a Rapidash but… I thought it was half on fire… wait… a variant… I think it's a variant.
... Actually, now that I think about it, but what is the story about the distribution of Galarian Pokémon around wherever in Pokéworld Sam got yeeted to? Maybe it's just a coincidence, but a Galarian starter and then a Galarian Form...?

Sam: "Uh... hi there?" .-.

Blinking once, the pink light faded away from the Rapidash and just a second after that, he looked down to find the pink pulse vanishing into the ether around him. He immediately patted his chest and his head, finding that his ribs no longer ached and he couldn't feel the sticky warmth that was blood on his skull. They… healed me? I'm alive? So…

Wait, but shouldn't he still feel blood left behind on his fur right now since closing a wound wouldn't do anything about blood that's already left his body?

He turned to face the Rapidash, that warmth still pulsing inside him despite the power fading away and flashed a friendly grin. "Hey… thanks for-"

The Rapidash's eyes flashed, "What did you think this all was, a free get out of jail service!?"

Sam: "Wh-Wha-? B-But I didn't do anything wrong!" O_O;

The warmth immediately vanished as Sam slid away from the horse Pokémon, eyes widening. "W-what? I was just saying tha-"

The horse merely rolled their eyes, "Hmph! Kids these days, thinking they can run off into the wilderness and try and be heroes." She snorted in a raspy voice, "Pah! They think twice once they've had a few bones broken and are left hanging from a tree! Or wrapped in some bug's web! Heal Pulses aren't as easy as some idiots say they are!"

... Lovely personality there from that healer. /s

"O-Oi!" Sam snapped, initial shock fading away as he narrowed his eyes, "I'm not a kid!"

Puffing, the Rapidash raised a hoof and jabbed him in the chest. Not enough to hurt, but he still winced and recoiled from the strike. "I don't care if you are two or thirty, you're still only a little Scorbunny! Thinking you could play ball with a Swampert? Did you know just how much blood I had to clean up from that!? You're lucky I wasn't there, or I might have jus-!"

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Sam: "Look, I was literally trying to run away from him, okay-?!" >_>;
Rapidash: "That's still no excuse!" >:|

"Rebecca!"

The Rapidash, Rebecca, jerked her head to one side, revealing the wooden room beyond. A clinic to the look of it, judging by what seemed to be medical cabinets loaded with berries and glass jars.

The Blaziken was leaning against a desk in the room, arms crossed with his head tilted to one side. A single brow was raised, "I think he's got the point."
Sam: "So... uh... who are you again? Since I don't think you introduced yourself before I keeled over." ^^;

Sighing, Rebecca turned back to face him. "Just don't go running off out there too soon, I don't need to be collecting bits of you out of a fissure."
Sam: "... That happens around here?"
:uhhh:

Rebecca: "Do you think I'd be warning you if it didn't?"
:typhNOsion:


With an irritated flick of her mane, she marched away and through another doorway.

Sam let out a puff of air, unclenching his little paws. "Geez… talk about bedside manners."
Sam: "Please tell me that that's not normal here."
:grohno~1:

Blaziken: "Don't mind her, it's just job stress. Things have been kinda unsettled as of late."

The fire bird had watched the horse leave, but his head now swivelled back towards him. "She's just stressed." He explained, narrowing his cool eyes. "Rebecca didn't even want to be a nurse, but the last one went off to the mainland."
Lol, I was joking with that cutaway gag. Even if the mention of the "last one" is a bit
:fearfullaugh~1:
for this community considering how they have murderous Outlaws just prowling the boonies.

Tilting his own head, Sam could only frown. "Why do it then?"

"Because no one is as good as her with healing moves… and she did volunteer."

[ ]

"Oh… okay… that kinda makes sense..."
Okay, so for whatever reason, not as many bits have been standing out to me as places to drop in more description in this chapter, but this one feels like one of them.

"She isn't trying to punish you if that's what you are worried about. In fact she's more worried than angry." The Blaziken pushed himself off the table, towering over the Scorbunny. "How are you feeling?"

Blaziken: "I mean, your head fur's kinda matted in dried blood right now, but you are feeling better, right?" ^v^;
Sam: "I was before you mentioned that."
:grohno~1:


Sam rubbed the back of his head, still trying to feel for a scar or a mark… but there was nothing. "Better than new… I guess?"

The bigger fire type approached, arms still crossed, "I didn't catch your name."

He responded instantly, "Sam."

"Rex." The Blaziken introduced himself, returning a nod, "Alright Sam, what were you doing out in the middle of Little Forest with a team of criminals?"

But does he speak with a British accent and go diving for odds and ends to make a living? :V

"Whoa hey!" Sam barked, flinching, "I had nothing to do with those guys! That Swampert was about to kill me! Just like he did with…"

Eyes widening, he scrambled back up to his feet even as his head started to spin from the movement. "What about the other guys! Those other Pokémon they attacked, you can use that Heal Pulse thingy and-"

Rex: "Sam. They're dead. You literally acknowledged that yourself in the first paragraph."
:eltywtf:

Sam: "... You're sure that they weren't just left for dead, and-?"
:ohnowen:

Rex: "No, they're just dead dead."

"They're gone." Rex interrupted him, his tone chilling. "They were long dead before we got there."

"B-But…"

Yeah, I figured. Though I could've sworn that those Outlaws flatly told Sam that everyone in that pit was already dead, so I'm not fully sure if this response from him really follows.

He couldn't say another word though. He saw them lying there with all that blood and broken bone. He doubted anyone was going to come back from that, no matter what they were. He plopped back down onto the bed, hands squeezing together.

"I-I don't know who everyone was there… one minute I was just walking through the woods the next…" Sighing, he shook his head. "Look, I'm not a murderer I just… walked into it all."

I mean, they can in some settings, anyways. If obviously not this one.

Though I'd recommend hacking Sam's dialogue off from the rest of this paragraph and making him sound a bit more shaken / unsettled in his dialogue by doing something like having him stammer at some point.

"You saw the bandits kill those Pokémon?"

"No… I arrived too late. I just thought they were guys arguing before I saw…" he clamped his mouth shut, flicking his gaze away.

Rex didn't reply at first, but he could see a grey hand reach over and lean into the bed's cover.

"You're safe now. Understand?"

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Yeah, after how the entire opening arc was "bog-standard opening goes horribly off the rails", I don't believe that for a second. Though I'd put Rex's last bit of dialogue in its own paragraph.

Hesitating, Sam slowly nodded before finally fixing his gaze back on the Blaziken, the chill in his eyes now gone. "But what were you doing out there anyway? You aren't on any records."

[ ]

"Oh, in the woods? I was-"

Another bit that would benefit from some body language from Sam, though they keep records of the Pokémon that live in this area?

He stopped himself short, his buckteeth dig into his lip. What could he say? He doubted the 'I got lost and hungover' story would hold. Ugh! What can I say? That I just woke up in the middle of a forest thinking I was human and yet I've been turned into a Scorbunny? He'll think I'm mad!

Talk about being genre blind there, since... yeah. I would presume that wouldn't be a reflexive reaction like that in a setting that's a fork of PMD canonworld.

Sam could sense his foot tapping away, Come on mate, think… there has to be something I can say…

"I-I…"

"Go on."

I can already tell that that's going to be a recurring thing for him as a character in this story. Though it's a cute touch.

The Scorbunny's mouth hung ajar, a word on the tip of his tongue… before he finally closed it and shook his head. "I don't remember."

"Hmm?" Rex tilted his head over, beak clicking. "You remember nothing?"

Sam:
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Rex: "You don't need to be that emphatic. (Though still, amnesia cases like yours aren't exactly common...)" >v>;

"Yeah… I just found myself wondering those woods… maybe I got hit on the back of the head or got affected by some move…"

"Like a Confuse Ray?"

"Yeah… I don't know. Could be?" shaking his head, Sam rose back upto his feet. "Maybe it'll come back to me, but all I've been drawing are blanks."

Come on... Come on… don't try and dig deeper… please…

Cue Rex promptly interrogating Sam for the next hour.

Rex looked down on him, a claw on one hand scratching just underneath his chin, as if processing what information Sam could give.

Then, at last, he nodded. "Fair enough. I believe you. Just make sure you keep a low profile, understood?"

"Y-Yes sir." Sam replied, relaxing a touch.

... Rex either knows or suspects that Sam's a human, doesn't he? Since I can see that "low profile" comment.

"Stretch your legs for a moment, then when you're ready come on outside. I'll show you around town."

With that, Rex pulled away from the bed and turned to depart. [ And then Sam reacted ]

"W-Wait!" Sam exclaimed, reaching after him, catching the Blaziken's attention. "Thanks… for helping me back there."

Would recommend cutting this bit up and extending the middle a bit.

The bigger Mon glanced back, "Just doing a day's work, but you're welcome. I'll just be outside."

He watched him walk on out, and slumped back onto the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. It wasn't an ideal story, just flat out saying he didn't know how he got to that Forest, but it wasn't exactly a lie either. No point in confusing people with more human… err… stuff…
Which is probably wise given that, uh... somebody is out there looking for Sam right now. And I'm not convinced that it'll be a good thing if they cross paths.

Sam rubbed the back of his head, trying to still work out where the original wound was from the tree. Nothing. That Healing Pulse must have just been that good.
Sam: "... I'm just gonna assume that Rebecca cleaned me up given that I'm not feeling dried blood on it right now." ^^;

I'm going to have to tell someone eventually. Sam mused, slowly lowering himself to the ground. But let's get a lay of the land first. I know I'm in… what, some kind of Pokémon world? The more I know about the place, the better. And hey, maybe I can learn something about myself in the meantime.

Brushing himself down, the former human took in a breath, steadied himself… and strolled out of the room.

Whelp, time to get our first glimpse at civilization-

Well… here goes nothing.



Where the hell's the exit?
Snerk. Well, next time, anyways. Though I kinda wonder if this punchline would've worked better if we saw where Sam walked out into, e.x. if it's a hallway lined with a bunch of random doors or something like that and he's stuck on choice paralysis.

Alright, onto the summary:

It's a bit of a breather chapter, but honestly, considering how much things have escalated between the start and Chapter 4, it was probably a necessary one. It also gave some subtle hints at the current state of affairs in the chunk of world that Sam wound up in along with hints towards things that you seem to be building up for the future, which I'm sure are going to be quite the fireworks show when they roll in.

As for things that I felt were weaknesses. I think that the main issue was that there were a few points where I felt things were a bit underdescribed, mostly in relation to Sam's reactions, thought process, and body language. Like it wasn't massively so, but it did make a few bits feel a bit harder to visualize than needed to be.

But altogether it was still a fun chapter, and a nice palette cleanser on a night where I was otherwise kinda lacking in time and energy. Good work @StolenMadWolf , and I'll be looking forward to squaring away the rest of our review exchange in the near future. ^^
 
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