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Chapter 40

    Chapter 40


    <strong>CHAPTER 40</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">On the afternoon of the seventh day, we were on the brink of reaching Eterna forest. It had taken longer than we wanted to because the closer we got, the more rough and uneven the terrain became. Over the course of the trip, I felt like my team had gotten much better, but I still wasn’t sure if it’d be enough for our venture into the maws of the forest. Frillish had mastered Poison Sting, which was weak but had a chance to poison his foes which could be deadly with Hex. Elekid was finally at a level where I’d consider him equal to the rest of the team, and I was trying to make him inject electric energy into his Swift attack, but progress was slow. Togetic, unfortunately, had learned most of her powerful moves, but she still had incredible potential. Psychic energy was like a muscle, so she kept training and improving Extrasensory and Ancient Power as much as she could while making sure to keep Fairy Wind up to par.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel felt frustrated with his progress, but right now, I’d say Eevee was improving faster than Elekid was. He was starting to win more and more of their battles, and Denzel had taken Cecilia’s advice to heart since he was in the process of teaching Swift to Eevee, which would be a boon to their long-distance battling. Budew sometimes joined in training but listened to none of hismands, but Denzel was still incredibly happy with her. Meanwhile, Feebas could onlye out when we were next to a pond or a river, which were sparse on this route. There was still no sign of any Buneary, but they lived in greater numbers in Eterna forest itself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was still awkwardness between Denzel, me, and Cecilia’s group. Justin was still the one we spoke to the most often, but being with him was sometimes irritating since he seemingly was raised in another century. Emilia was starting to be terrified, and would rarely speak, while Pauline and Louis put all of their energy into training with Cecilia and us. Tensions were high, especially when we finally reached the outpost at the forest’s entrance. There was a Ranger building, standing tall in its usual army green color palette, a Pokemon Center, albeit way smaller than the usual ones found in cities and towns. There were also a few buildings littered about, along with trainers walking about and filtering in and out of the Center.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The Center itself was bigger than it looked, but there was no specialized human wing. Nurse Joys took care of trainers <em><span style="font-weight:400">and </em><span style="font-weight:400">Pokemon here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Finally,” Emilia sighed. “Let’s get to the Center and rest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We all agreed. We were all exhausted, even if some showed it more than others, and finally sleeping in a soft, warm bed would do wonders. We were all assigned to different rooms, and some were on different floors, but Cecilia’s room was pretty close to mine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When should we meet again?” Denzel asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Louis tapped his chin. “How about one hour? Then we can grab lunch and talk strategy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Emilia sniffled. “Could we stay here for a bit? Three days at least?” She begged.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’ll see, Emi,” Louis said. “For now, let us rest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nced at Denzel, and we nodded at each other before making our way up the stairs. He entered my room and took off his shoes with a satisfied groan.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t sit on my bed before you shower,” I warned. “Which is what <em><span style="font-weight:400">I’m </em><span style="font-weight:400">going to do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine,” He said. “I’m getting the jitters.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We all are, but it’s something every trainer has to go through. With our numbers and the amount of Pokemon we have, I’m sure we’ll make it,” I reassured him. We had all heard stories about the unfortunate souls that got lost in the forest, never to be seen again. I was terrified that it’d be one of us, but I had to push forward. “You should probably clean yourself up before we have to meet up, by the way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah, just let me rx for a second,” Denzel sighed. “Catch up with the forums and any news I might have missed on the way here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded and stepped into the bathroom. I took off the bandage on my cheek and winced slightly at the pain. I stared at the cut. It had healed slightly, and it had formed into a crust, but it still hurt when I touched it. I took a warm shower before filling up the bath with cold water for Frillish, who thanked me by nodding his head up and down excitedly before jumping into the bath. After taking a deep breath and forcing myself to open the door, Denzel was gone. After some thinking, I decided to put on a fresh change of clothes and get to the lobby early.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Get him to one of the Nurses, <em><span style="font-weight:400">now!</em><span style="font-weight:400">” I heard someone say.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Heads turned toward the entrance as a trainer was brought in on a stretcher. Half of his body waspletely purple, and he was foaming at the mouth. Sharp, purple darts were sticking out of his arm. He was quickly carried behind the counter. I stood there with a grim look, my eyes following the young trainer, wondering if that fate was what awaited us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Grace,” I heard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned and saw Pauline with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. It took a few seconds for me to answer. I was still shaking from what I had seen. Would that trainer even live?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“P—Pauline, you’re already here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am observing. This is the third trainer that has been brought in by the rangers in thirty minutes. The first one was missing a hand, and the second was bleeding profusely from his gut.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I clenched my fist. “That’s… that’s horrible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It seems the rangers still patrol the forest’s entrance to save straggling trainers, at the very least,” She said. “But when we’re deeper in, we’ll be on our own.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I frowned. Pauline wasn’t sounding like a scared person, as Emilia, or even Justin was sometimes. Hell, even I could tell Louis was getting more nervous the closer we got to Eterna forest. But her? I couldn’t figure her out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“About?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“About what happened to them?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why ask such a question?” Pauline said, rolling her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because I’m interested.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The redhead paused for a few seconds before answering. “Frankly, I don’t care,” She said dryly. “I’m more concerned about the people that matter to me than random trainers I don’t know anything about.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So seeing this doesn’t phase you at <em><span style="font-weight:400">all</em><span style="font-weight:400">?” I asked, clenching my teeth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Well, it does, but only when I imagine it happening to me, or my friends. Is that so wrong?” She asked with a slight smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Around us, trainers were calming down and going back to their usual routine. Some people gossiped and tried to find out more information about predators that lurked in the forest. Some tried forming groups with others that looked like they knew what they were doing and that had been on the Circuit in previous years, while others just looked dejected, and were probably considering giving up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You have no empathy for others,” I said. “I think that’s wrong.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can we afford to care about every little thing?” Pauline asked me, twirling her hair. “There are thousands of events like these happening all over the world at all times. Do you grieve for each one?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, but this is happening <em><span style="font-weight:400">in front of your eyes</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I said forcefully. “I think it’s fucked not to even care.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You talk a lot, for someone who— ah, Cece!” Pauline said, immediately softening her expression.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello, girls. I see you’re here early.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s just twenty minutes left. I was just passing the time with Grace, discussing moral quandaries. Did you speak to Louis?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, he’s just calling his father to let him know we’re here,” Cecilia said. “You should all do the same before we go. Call your parents.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I will, after lunch. Speaking off, let’s get seats together,” She smiled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I agreed, following the two girls toward the cafeteria. I was trying to find out what Pauline’s deal was. With her friends, she behaved normally, but she seemed topletely disregard others. I supposed maybe we were just built differently, and there was nothing I could do about it. Hell, maybe I had been in the wrong, pushing my morality onto her. We sat at arge table and waited for the rest of the group. These weren’t things to worry about right now. I needed to bepletely focused on our task at hand: surviving the next leg of my journey.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There they are,” I heard Justin say.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Justin and Emilia sat at the table, and Denzel followed suit two minutester. We all grabbed lunch and got to discussing a n.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“First thing’s first, how long will it take to make it through the forest,” I started. “I feel like that’s among the most important things to know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve read online that it entirely depends. Some people take a week, others are stuck there for a month. There isn’t an official path or direction to take, but there <em><span style="font-weight:400">are </em><span style="font-weight:400">checkpoints and markings that were set by rangers or previous trainers passing through.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A month?” Emilia trembled. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“A month?!” </em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Calm down, Emi,” Justin said, patting her back. Pauline grabbed her hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are these markings like? Do you know?” Cecilia asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Words, arrows, or warnings carved onto trees. Some of them tell us where to go, some warn about aggressive Pokemon being ahead, and stuff like that. They’ve been left there over generations, and most of them point toward the northeast.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Great, so there’s at least <em><span style="font-weight:400">some </em><span style="font-weight:400">kind of path to follow,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’ll have to sleep in shifts,” Louis said. “I’ll have a schedule ready for us whenever we leave. What are the Pokemon we have to watch out for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve heard many stories about Scyther lurking in the forest,” Justin said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They <em><span style="font-weight:400">are </em><span style="font-weight:400">apex predators, and forests are where they thrive,” Cecilia said with a slight smirk, which I found strange.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There are Dustox there too,” He said. “Their poison is lethal, but that’s not all. There are Arbok, Beedrill colonies, Vileplume, Parasect, Ninjask, and hell, that’s not even counting the ghosts. All of the worst Pokemon you can think of will be there, I can send you guys a list to study up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That would be wise,” Louis said with a dark look. “Next up, we should find out what the best configuration is regarding our Pokemon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Configuration?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He means what Pokemon would be best to use,” Pauline rified, rolling her eyes at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Pauline. It would be wise not to have all of our Pokemon out at once. That would attract too many unwanted eyes and stalkers in the forest, and some of our Pokemon don’t like each other very much. Plus, it would be better to keep some in their Pokeball in case others are irreparably wounded or need to rest. I believe our best option is to each have one Pokemon out at all times.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have Charmeleon,” Pauline said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There are rules,” Denzel interjected. “You can only use fire moves if you’re one hundred percent sure you’re about to die, and even after that, they expect you to stop its mes with water types. Don’t forget the forest is also a protected natural park. The Rangers don’t want anyone to start a forest fire.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How aggravating,” She quickly said. “Then I suppose Gothita will do. Charmeleon will light our fires at night.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll just be using Eevee, I guess,” Denzel said. "He''s got a good sense of hearing."


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It… it pains me to say, but I have to use Prinplup. Gible will be useful in battle, but my starter tends to be more obedient.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A water type?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Gible is without a doubt the strongest Pokemon here,” He said. I ignored his boast. "But he knows this as well, so he is more resistant, but I’m afraid he might run off to fight something and bite off more than he can chew.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded at this surprising moment of rity. He must have been really nervous to admit such a thing, but I was happy everyone was doing their best to make it through.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll use Growlithe,” Justin said. We stared at him confusedly. “Don’t look at me like I’m a <em><span style="font-weight:400">pariah</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Sandile is unfit for the forest’s environment, and Growlithe has plenty of non-fire moves to use. Plus, his sense of smell is excellent.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Very well,” Cecilia said. “I’ll use Deino.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was simple enough, no justification was needed. I thought about it for a second. Frillish was out of the question for now. There were too many Pokemon with grass type moves to threaten him, and they wouldn’t pull any punches. Wild Pokemon never held back in general, but <em><span style="font-weight:400">here? </em><span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to risk it. Togetic could fly, but in the forest’s environment, that might be a disadvantage. Pokemon could leap from trees and jump on her, and she wasn’t nimble enough to dodge the kind of predators that would being. I couldn’t help but imagine a terrifyingly fast Scyther just flying into her and cutting her apart before I even had the chance to recall her. That meant I’d have to use Elekid.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll use Elekid,” I said. I was unsure of my choice, and nervousness began to take hold of me. I was terrified I was going to make a mistake and lose someone, but no matter how much I thought about it, Elekid was the right choice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What about you, Emilia?” Louis asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I—I don’t know. I don’t want to do this,” The girl shook.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’ll be okay, Emi,” Justin reassured her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No! It won’t!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Justin looked at Louis and shook his head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Very well. Don’t worry too much about it, Pauline. We’ll figure something out. For the rest, we’ll be using that set of Pokemon, but of course, we’ll be able to swap them out whenever they get too tired, or wounded beyond what a potion can heal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When are we leaving?” I asked, wanting to rip the band-aid off. “I think we should take a day or two off,” I continued, looking at Emilia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I think so too,” Denzel added. “I’ll use the time to talk to trainersing back from the forest to gather info and see if they have any useful tips.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. I assume that means no training tonight?” Cecilia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, sorry. To be honest, I think Eevee deserves a break. The rest will do him good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright then, that’s it for the strategy meeting,” Louis said. “Let’s eat.”


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