Snippet #1633789

Route 4-Off the Path

The sun was at it's highest, it's light shined brightly on the Daycare Center below. "Growlithe, go long!" A seven year old calls out, holding a ball. As soon as the pokemon is in position, he places the ball on the ground and kicks it away. The Growlithe tries to headbutt it back to him, but the ball instead pulls to the left, bouncing into a shed. "Good try. You wait here, I'll go get it." With that the boy ran over to the shack, slipping inside. "Now where is it? Ah!" The boy says, seeing the round toy in the corner. He went to pick it up. Just as his fingers were about to touch it, he was quickly hauled into the air. He found himself suspended in mid-air, encased in a sticky silk-like thread. Then he heard it, the sound of crawling. Shaking, the boy looks to his right, seeing two purple eyes staring back at him. He was about to scream for help when a String-Shot quickly muzzled him. The Ariados climbed out of the shadows, its fangs clicking together, as if congratulating itself. Unable to move or scream, the boy could only watch in horror as the spider crept closer and closer, until...

"Gyaaaah!" Derek screamed out as he shot up, waking from his sleep. The sun was up, almost in the same position as in his dream. The morning rays felt good on his skin, counter-acting the cold sweat he was bathed in. His sream had woken Jet, who was now looking up at him. "Morning." He said, but as he reached out to pet him he felt the sting of a long forgotten pain. Reflexively, he clutches his right arm. Jet's face instantly becomes that of worry. Seeing this Derek, quicky tries to waves it away. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing." He says spinning the arm around a few times for show. His scar, something looking like two large holes parallel to each other, twang in pain once more. Nothing but a bad memory But this time he didn't show it, barely. Jet didn't belive him, but if he said he was fine, he wouldn't push into it. Flapping his wing he hopped onto Dereks' left shoulder. Sighing as he stretched, he looked over at Sor. He and his Pokemon were, luckily, not woken by his yelling, so he let them sleep. He crawled over to the fire, were all but a spark had gone out. Putting some fresh sticks inside and fanning it with his jacket, he got the fire going again. "Hey Jet, go and see if there are any herbs nearby. If there are, bring me back a few, okay?" Nodding, the bird flew off, happy to help. As he did this, Derek walked over to his bag, pulling out a small frying pan, a box of instant pancakes, and a bottle of water. Using some rocks as a stand, he got the pan just over the fire. He poured some of the mix in, stirring in some water.

Soon Jet came fluttering back, with a talon-full of herbs and berries. "Good work buddy." He said taking them and crushing some of them into the fluffy substance on the pan. He hear some rustling coming from behind him and smiling. "You guys up yet? Breakfeast is just finishing up Sor." He went back to he backpack and pulled out a can of PokeFood and some plates. He shaked out three even plates for the pokemon and put them to the side. "This is my Dad's own special recipe, hope you like it." Jet hopped over and began to peck at his plate, loving the taste. He lifted the pancake out of the pan and put it on the plate for Sorence. "Sorry, I forgot to bring the syrup. Maybe you could use some of Combee's Honey instead." With that he began to start making his own pancake, the pans small size only allowing one to be cooked at a time.