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Chapter 1
In a Moment's Notice
In a Moment's Notice
A lone drapion walked along on a deep dark path filled with dense brush on both sides. However, he wasn't nervous nor tense. He knew who was living here and where he had to go.
Some rustling happened to his left. He jumped and readied his pincers and tail. However, he was caught off guard as something from above landed firmly onto his back, putting its claw around his neck and a firm foot on his tail.
"Who are you?" A growling voice demanded from above him. He tried to remain calm and uttered the words,
"Miss, I have a letter. From Team Elite's leader. He says, 'Your thick headed feraligatr will listen to you if not to me'."
The creature above him paused for a moment. He then felt the claw leave his throat, his tail released, and the weight taken off his back. The drapion got up from the ground and began dusting himself off.
"Sorry for that," A less threatening voice spoke, "I can't be too careful. After all no one needs to know I'm here. You're just here cause of Nasch, correct?"
The mon nodded "yes" at the female charizard. She signaled for him to follow. As they walked through the jungle area, the drapion managed to muster the nerve to ask, "So um, why are you here miss?"
She gave him a brief glance and just kept walking on. Even with no vocal response, the drapion got the idea that it wasn't his concern. However, she didn't leave the stranger completely lost in the dark.
"I live with my family."
"Family? You are residing here?" The drapion repeated in surprised.
"Yes I believe I said that," the charizard replied, "and yes I live with my family. All four of them. Speaking of one."
She thrust her claw into the lush leaves to the left. The drapion was left shocked and clueless as she pulled out a little charmander from his hiding place.
"Mom….how did you-"
"You shook the brush too much, your breathing was above silent and most of all you didn't lower your tension enough to make your tails light very dim. I could see it clearly."
The little charmander crossed his arms with a scowl. Angry that his little time as a spy was cut short. He gave off a little growl to which his mother smiled and said, "Shouldn't you be with dad?"
The little mon's face perked up at the mention of his father and he exclaimed, "He let me, Seliph and Jaron out of train'n early. He said that he had somethin to do."
Freya sighed and put the little mon on her tail. He clasped onto it and laughed a little as his seat move up and down as the adults walked on. The charmander stopped his fun for a second and asked the stranger, "Hey what's your name mister? Mine's Ciecro."
"Don't just give out your name son," Freya rebuked while keeping her eyes on walking.
"It's fine mom. Dad says you can say whatev'r you wanna as long as you make sure you kil' them before they git away."
The drapion flinched and Frey facepalmed. He is the spitting image of his damn father.
< O >
"Jaron!" a frogadier called out as he strolled through the woods, "Jaron come on. Dad's going to get mad if we aren't back at the house by the time the visitor comes."
A little rustling came from some grass nearby. So that's what it will be huh. Well fine Jaron, I'll catch you.
A smile covered the frogadier's face as he walked on.
Amid the many laying leaves in the area, a little tododile watched his older brother search for him. The little water type laughed in his head at his brother's seemingly clueless appearance. Despite this scene, he remained tense since Seliph was smart and older. His eyes followed Seliph's every movements, specifically his arms. He was aware of the frogadier's frubbles since he had lost many hide and seek games in the past due to that feature.
Seliph then quickly spun around and drew out a cut and threw it at Jaron. Jaron shrieked, falling over, but not till the move had struck him. To his surprise it disintegrated upon impacting him. He landed with a "thud" unharmed but startled. Dammit his substitute. But it was too late. Seliph was leaning over him with a grin on his face.
"I take I win again," He boasted with a slight smirk.
"That was dirty Seliph," Jaron growled.
"Your own fault brother," Seliph answered, holding out his hand to his angry sibling. Jaron raised his hand, but hesitated for a moment before clasping Seliph's and let him pull him back up. "You know what my moves are after all."
Jaron still was still ticked. But he shifted his anger to ask, "Yeah, but I never expected you to pull off something like that."
Seliph gave off a short titter. "Jaron, it's called being creative. Mom taught you that moves are extensions of you power. Use your head to manipulate them in ways to your advantage."
Despite his frustration, Jaron let out a little smile. Jaron then pounced on Seliph laughing and telling how next time he would win. Seliph laughed along and the started walking.
They didn't stop till they arrived at a little hut in a clearing. The two went around it to the back and entered. Once inside Jaron let out a little yawn and asked Seliph, "Hey so when are mom and Ciecro gonna get back?"
Seliph just shook his head. Jaron let out a bigger yawn and muttered, "I hope mom gets back soon. At least before dad," Seliph slumped his head down. Their faces shot right back up as a loud slam filled the room. A growl came from the front of the house saying, "Anyone here! Freya, Ciecro, Seliph, Jar-"
"We're here dad," the two answered, coming to the front room. They couldn't lock their eyes with Dad's scary ones, but remained focused on his neck. Jaron turned his head to the floor shaking slightly.
Seliph remained more composed, but was a little nervous to since their dad's tone earlier indicated business was happening. Business never happened often, but when it did their dad, Gathor, wasn't the nicest father around.
Despite his unease with having a visitor, Gathor relaxed a little upon confirming that the other two were fine. Their avoiding eye contact didn't bother him, since he had more important things to do than put on a false face. Turning his gaze to the window, Gathor went on to say, "Freya will be bringing someone here very soon. I want you two and your brother to stay in the back. Do whatever you like just don't come to the front nor go outside."
He slammed the door as he walked out. The two stopped their shivering and let out relieved sighs. Jaron broke the silence first.
"You think the visitor is scary? I mean dad is all tensed up. He didn't even smile slightly."
"I don't know Jaron," Seliph replied, "I don't think he would be scared of some mon. I mean dad is one of the toughest Norfarians out there."
Seliph looked at the Norfarion crest on Jaron's right shoulder, something all spawn of a Norfarion parent would automatically inherit. A birthmark of their bloodlines always on the right shoulder. Course his and Jaron's were but one of the five clan's crest; There's being of the Norfair the descendants of the Original, Blaine.
Suddenly voices were heard outside. The two rushed to the window to see their father carrying Ciecro under his arm while Freya talked to a drapion.
Is that the visitor? Seliph thought. The door once again slammed open and a little Ciecro was thrown in. The charmander quickly got to his feet and rushed towards the exit. He didn't make any progress due to the feraligatr's hand walling his son.
"But dad I wanna be there to," the little one demanded.
"This is an adult conversation. Stay with your brothers, Ciecro."
"But I wanna be there!" Ciecro protested, "I'm ten now so I'm old enough. Come on Gathor."
Gathor gave off an annoyed growl and pushed his son back with his palm. He bent down and put his face on level with Ciecro's.
"Son if you can't move my hand you aren't of age to participate in this. Now stay here Ciecro," He looked away for a second and then muttered, "and if you're good I'll throw you high in the air again."
Ciecro's eyes widened with glee and he exclaimed, "Promise?"
Gathor tried to keep a straight face, but Ciecro's cute smile even made him fail to fully hide a smile. "Promise. Now stay with your brothers and be good."
The door shut tightly behind Gathor as he left the three kids inside. Jaron and Seliph got from their spot at the window and joined their brother in the middle of the room. It was just them and whatever they wanted to do for fun.
<O>
That night Jaron and Ciecro where in their straw beds sleeping well. Seliph however was wide awake. He thought about the stranger and the wondered what he wanted from his parents. Suddenly he heard a door open with a little flicker of light come from the area outside their room.
"I'm going to bed Frey," The voice of their father resounded, "Tell me what it says in the morning."
This sparked Seliph's curiosity. 'What it says' so it's a message. He got to his feet and tip toed his way to his Mom's study. He peered inside and gazed at the room he was rarely allowed to be in. His Mother was at the desk looking at something on it.
"Hmm, I wonder what this is about," she thought out loud. She stopped pondering as she detected someone outside her study. Acting on instinct her wings shot up, causing something to nudge the door a little. She quickly deduced it was merely one of the kids spying through the door Gathor neglected to fully close.
"Don't leave, come in here now," she spoke to the silhouette in the door crack. A nervous Seliph walked in. His face had guilt written all over it. Freya took a deep breath and asked for an explanation.
"I just was curious," Was Seilph's reply. Freya gave him a stern look not taking this answer lightly.
"Seliph come here," she ordered the frogadier. He reluctantly walked over head still downcast. Despite his face looking at the floor, Freya could easily see the remorse in his eyes. She looked at the crest on his right arm and pondered deeply.
"Son," she spoke in a softer tone, "look at me," After a few minutes of moving, his eyes finally locked with hers. She picked him up and placed him in her lap. The Water type was got off guard by this odd move by his mother.
"Seliph, since you're awake do you want to help me read this?"
It took a few minutes for it to click, but Seliph realized that he wasn't in trouble but on the contrary, lucky. He looked at the piece with is mother and read over its contents.
"What's odd about this? It's straightforward," He stated after finishing.
She explained, "Letters like this may look direct. But usually they hold another hidden message. Letters like these sent by Norfarion higher ups tend to be coded to be decrypted later by its receiver," His eyes widened with interest and resolve. But he had no knowledge of any "Code". Seeing the stumped look on his face she decided to throw out an example.
"Well, some words may say one thing, but usually there is a metaphor or simile in its meaning. Or possibly retracing a sentence or paragraph. I believe this one might be like that so give it a try."
Anxious to impress his mother, Seliph tried again. After re-reading he looked back to his mom and summed the contents.
"The first two paragraphs were very straightforward about inquiring how you were and what you and dad have found. Also it asks if any additional research materials are needed, But," he shifted to a more analytical stare. "The third one talked about some list of information and random stuff."
"Any thoughts?" she asked in a challenge tone.
"Well, the list of stuff in the third paragraph appears to be normal items. But, the first paragraph about asking how you were and if you needed research material felt a little weird. I mean, would these travel items be research material?"
"I don't leave here when I work so let's see about this list," Freya concurred with the thought. Seliph peered closer to the list of items and began reading them out loud.
"Materials that will be sent for research.
Healing Items
Food Supplies
Material
2 Fire orb
A pair of Eye drop seeds
Huh? Hmmm"
"You found something?" She asked.
"Well these two 'Fire orb' and 'Eye drop seeds' are pretty specific. Maybe they are related to the secret message. What do you thi…."
He stopped upon seeing a serious expression cover her face. It was like she was seeing something horrible from the letter. Seliph said her name over and over till she snapped out of it.
"Mom what's wrong?" He innocently asked. She didn't answer, but looked away at her shelf of books. This was a side of his mom he hadn't seen before. A scared side. This made him uneasy and sent a shiver down his spine.
Freya put him down on the floor and walked over to the book case. She was mumbling something under her breathing, but Seliph could only make out the words, "incase" and "Come". As she fiddled with some books Seliph noticed her wings begin to spread a little. Another indication of her anxiousness thus giving him more reason to worry.
She pushed some books aside and pulled out a little box. She then took a key out of one of the satchels on her travel belt and checked to see if the box was locked. After confirmation, she put the box in a drawer in her desk and locked it with another key.
Seliph remained quiet all through this, but was scared to even think of what this could mean. His mom scared? His mom was never scared? What could possible scare her?
She walked over to her son and moved onto one knee. She gently grabbed his hands and moved them into a cup. She then put the box key in those hands and closed them.
"Mom wha? What's this?"
"Seliph, I want you to take care of this. What I'm going to tell you is between me and you. I don't want you to speak of this to anyone at all. Son, if…" She paused to take a second to think of what to say.
"If what?" She sighed softly and with a slight smile she said, "Seliph I want you to hide that key. Only use it and take what's in that box you saw should we be…attacked."
His spirit fell at that last word. A thousand question flooded his brain. Freya put on of her claws on his shoulder. She leaned in and nuzzled his cheek as to calm him down.
"This is only in an emergency Seliph. I know you are young, but I need you to be brave. You're smart and clever and you can take care of your brothers and yourself if need be. I know this is sudden, but I tell you this because I trust you fully."
These words only made him feel worse. He tried to pull out of the nuzzle, but Freya got the message. She stopped and pulled back her head. Looking directly into Seliph's eyes, she whispered something to him.
Seliph returned to his bed, shaking. What happened was the biggest question in his head. He looked at the key his Mom gave him and obeying her, stuffed in into his bed of straw. He lay there wide awake unable to even close one eye.
What did she mean by attacked? Will it happen soon? He rolled over to his side and tried to sleep. He wasn't scared, but the words his mom told him eased him a little.
"I and your father love you Seliph. We might not show it all the time, but we do. You, Ciecro and Jaron mean so much to us. I know you'll do me proud if need be. Because you have strong blood in your veins, but more importantly you are the smartest kid I know."
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