-pool of memories-
The two Pokemon knew each other all too well.
The full moon’s face grinned down on them, it’s pale smile rippling as it reflected on the deep blue waters of the lagoon. Orange and yellow specks of flickering light jumped on the water’s surface as the minuscule waves fluttered through the water. Volbeat and Illumise, the cause of these lights, drifting lazily over the gentle lagoon.
Wynn’s swift movements made V-shaped ripples through the water, but they were very small. For once, Sight of the Stars’ pawsteps were not completely silent as her paws sank into the mud with a slight squelch sound as she padded alongside the water that lapped at the shore with a rough hushing sound as the waves rasped over the sand.
Immediately, Sight of the Stars looked Wynn over. Scars on her left side. The pained look in her eyes with very strain of a muscle. Chipped shell spike on her right side. Wynn and the Ninetales stopped moving. The fox Pokemon sat down on a cool, dry rock with Wynn about five feet in front of her in the water.
"Not much shade from the sun 'cause of the lack of clouds, eh? And trouble with the Sharpedo again?” Her assessment, as always, couldn’t be more accurate. Wynn nodded, her eyes swiftly sweeping over Sight of the Stars.
“Everything has gone fine this year?” Wynn asked, not as skilled as Sight of the Stars in this area.
Sight of the Stars lowered her head and looked to the side a bit, closing her eyes. She visibly winced, muscles twitching. When she looked back at Wynn, her eyes were filled with sorrow.
“Physically, yes, but the Pokemon of Mooncrest are not mentally fine... Daul died two months ago.”
“No!” the white Lapras exclaimed, fins rising and slapping the water. The moon’s reflection shuddered violently, quaking as she sent waves through the lagoon. “Not Daul!” This obviously troubled Wynn.
“Yes. It was of natural causes, but it is a great loss,” Sight of the Stars said.
“I can’t believe it... he was so strong a few years ago when he withdrew from the position as Mooncrest’s leader. Blastoise usually live longer.”
“Ah, but remember, he was at least twenty when he came to the island,” she reminded. Daul had been an excellent leader, and had once done the same thing as her and Wynn were doing now only a few years ago. It had thrown the Pokemon into a state of unease, as losing the most valuable elder always did. He had been powerful and wise.
“He will be missed,” Wynn admitted sadly, dipping her head. They shared a long, eerie period of complete silence. Kricketot chirruped nearby. There was an additional pause.
“I feel something... I don’t know what it is,” Sight of the Stars said. The Ninetales’ nine, long, brown-tipped tails swirled with unease.
“Yes,” Wynn agreed, nodding. “I have felt it... I am unsure as to what it means, though.” Both of their brows furrowed as they thought hard, frustrated. Then, they both sighed in unison.
“Daul would know,” they both said at the same time. Another pause.
“We’ll find out soon enough,” the Lapras said, eyes trained on her close friend, who dipped her head.
This time the silence was something that rarely ever happened; it was awkward
. An awkward moment of silence had almost never been shared between the two Pokemon. Usually they carried on from one subject to the next swiftly. Whether it was the strange feeling the Pokemon had or the death of Daul that caused this was something neither one of them could even begin to fathom.
“The sun was horrid this year,” Wynn said. It had been the first thing that had come to mind as far as breaking the silence went.
“I saw that several of the Lapras were sunburned. You are lucky that you do not burn as well. Usually light colored Pokemon burn easily.”
“I used to burn, but my skin got used to it. The red was the only pigment that it ever had, really, other than white. I never tanned. It just peeled and-”
“Oh, I’m sorry if that’s a bit-”
“No, not that!” Sight of the Stars said. “Listen!”
They fell into silence. Only then did they notice that the Kricketot had stopped their song and the Illimuse and the Volbeat had either moved away or simply refused to flash.
Instead of hearing it, they felt it.
The water rippled and the trees of the tropical rainforest did the same as a tremor pulsed through the earth like a giant shockwave. Birds flew up from the trees in waves, their cries of shock engulfing the island. They all fled. The birds knew something that they didn’t. Quiet wrapped itself around Mooncrest as they flew wildly out to sea.
Another tremor blasted the island. It knocked Sight of the Stars off of her paws, sending her tumbling into the water. She surfaced and managed to paddle back before Wynn made it to her. Trees quaked and leaves fell.
Then it was quiet again.
An instinct pulsed strongly through their veins. Run!, it screamed. Run as far and as fast away as you can! But the overpowering curiosity of Wynn and Sight of the Stars won over. They were about to go investigate when a strange Pokemon appeared, bursting through the undergrowth.
It was a strange sight-- a jet black Vulpix appeared, mysterious, purple-hued eyes shining with terror. His breathing was ragged and he panted. He had obviously ran all the way across the vast island to get to them.
“The... tremors! They sent some Pokemon out to sea!” he exclaimed in a frantic manner in between his gasps for air. Sight of the Stars and Wynn were interested immediately; they both tensed, ready to take off any moment. “The Lapras are trying to save them. The fires were put out and the Illimuse and Vulbeat have gone there to help. All of the birds have fled!”
“Lead me to them, Nightfawn!” Sight of the Stars demanded, her tone sharp and commanding. The Vulpix nodded and dashed into the undergrowth without a moment’s notice. Sight of the Stars glanced back at Wynn with a nod. The Lapras turned, dove into the water, and resurfaced about twenty yards away. She sped out of sight, exiting the lagoon as she swam with all of her might. Sight of the Stars whipped around and followed Nightfawn. She caught up with him easily; he had shorter legs, being a Vulpix.
He hadn’t been fibbing. Lapras were hauling small Pokemon back to shore. The beach was in a frenzy. Pokemon rushed around tending to the ones that had been rescued and others stood by, terrified and confused. They were unsure of what to do. The gaze of the leader turned downshore. She could hear the distant sound of water being displaced rapidly. Wynn was almost here. Her path of sight swivelled back around as she went to relight the fires. She breathed endless plumes of flame onto the wet wood until it partially dried each pile out and finally allowed them to completely catch fire.
Finally, when all of the Pokemon were brought back from the sea, Sight of the Stars and Wynn stayed up as the rest of the exhausted island residents collapsed on the beach. Their eyes drooped and they refused to rest until dawn weaved it’s web of light across the eastern skies. Then Wynn pulled herself to the shore and rested her head on the gritty sand, too exhausted to sleep floating. Sight of the Stars passed out with her front paws and head on the neck of the white Lapras, anchoring the other Pokemon to the shore.