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The Last
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New chapter time. Hope I'm getting better at catching grammar mistakes...
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Chapter Eight
Ren could tell as he ran up to Kairn's Houndour that it was in bad condition. Latias was by his side in moments as he knelt next to the injured pokemon, stroking its fur. Houndour was very cold: it had been nearly frozen from wandering around in the snow.
"That Houndour looks terrible," Latias thought to Ren. "We should get him inside, where it's warmer," she continued, looking worriedly at the injured pokémon before them.
"Go tell Griffith what's happening," Ren said, slowly picking up Houndour, trying not to hurt him further. "I'll carry him to the cottage."
Latias flew swiftly over to Griffith and thought-spoke to him for a few moments before they both rushed inside. Ren slowly made his way to the front door of the cottage, cradling Houndour's limp form in his arms. The pokémon was still breathing, but just barely. His life force was ebbing quickly as Ren stepped into the warm interior of Griffith's home.
Griffith had already gathered together a large amount of blankets made from Mareep's wool in front of the fireplace and was now stoking the blaze inside. Ren placed Houndour on top of the soft pile of blankets and began to wrap him in their warmth. Houndour's eyes opened for a moment, gazing at Ren. They were bloodshot and swollen, but he seemed to be aware of what was happening. His eyes then closed as he fell into a shallow and restless sleep, his body and mind fighting a silent battle against weakness and injury to stay alive.
Latias approached Houndour's still form, lightly pressed Ren aside, and gently placed the pad of one foreclaw on the pokémon's forehead. She closed her eyes for a few moments, concentrating. Then she opened her eyes, and turned her feathered head to Ren.
"He is very weak, but not entirely gone," she thought to him, her tone solemn and matter of fact. "He has at least a chance at recovering. All we can do now is to give whatever aid we can and see if he pulls through."
Ren nodded, and looked down at Houndour's sleeping form. The pokemon shivered from time to time, as though it was still outside in the cold.
"Ren," Latias broke into the boy's thoughts abruptly, startling him. He turned to her, wondering at the grave tone she had adopted into her voice. She continued to think to him, her eyes revealing pain mixed with anger. "I just talked with Houndour in his mind to help me decide whether he is strong enough to live. While I was doing this, I discovered that his injuries are not only physical, but mental as well." She paused, staring deep into Ren's eyes. He grew more uncomfortable with each passing second.
"This Houndour was not hurt by natural means," she continued, her stare penetrating to his soul. "From what I gathered from his recent memory, he was kicked rather viciously by a human being. He's traumatized from that experience, and it may inhibit his recovery. Do you wish to tell me anything, Ren?"
Ren realized that Latias knew he had kicked Houndour as the creature tried to steal his food. She had become worried that he was not as kind as she thought him to be; that his character was tainted. He felt their trust, developed over just two days, slipping away.
"Latias, you…you don't understand…I…" he stammered, trying to tell her that his actions had been necessary given the circumstances. Kairn would have ordered his Houndour to do whatever it took to get the box of candy. He had acted on impulse: both to save himself and to resist Kairn's domination.
"What don't I understand, Ren?" Latias thought to him, her tone growing more and more harsh. "You kicked this Houndour. He is near death. What is there not to know?"
Ren took a deep breath, recollecting his composure. Latias' sudden outburst had unsettled him, and he worked hard to regain control. "Houndour was under the command of his master at the time, Latias, a boy named Kairn," He paused to reassure himself that Latias was listening. She was, though she still regarded him with judgmental eyes. He decided to continue anyways. "Kairn was trying to steal my family's food. This was not the first time; he has done it often in the past. He ordered his Houndour to take it from me, and I decided that in order to save my family from starving, I would have to stand up to Kairn, even if that meant I had to hurt Houndour in the process. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't think of any other way."
Ren saw Latias' face visibly change as her anger was replaced with surprise. "I…I'm sorry, Ren," she thought to him. "I didn't even stop to think about why you would have acted the way you did. I didn't think that maybe I was jumping to conclusions and that you were acting that way because you had to. Now that you have told me, I realize that I shouldn't have assumed so much." She hung her head. "I feel so foolish…" she trailed off.
"It's fine, Latias," Ren said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I can understand why you would react this way. Seeing anyone acting cruelly to any pokémon must be hard for you. It would be hard for me, too." He paused as Latias looked up at him. "And don't worry," he continued. "I would never do anything like that to you. Nor would I do it again, unless I had no other choice."
Latias nodded, showing she understood, her face registering calm. Ren stroked her feathers as they stood and hovered next to Houndour's resting place.
Griffith then moved from the corner of the room where he had been quietly working. He was holding a tiny bowl of green liquid, and as he approached, he gave the bowl to Ren. "This is an ancient recipe handed down in the Eon Chronicles," he said, looking at the boy. "It is called Potion, and it helps wounds heal at a miraculous rate. I would like you to give some of this to Houndour. It may help him recover."
Ren looked at the bowl of liquid he held in his hands. It had a faint odor that reminded him of how wet earth smelled after a freshly fallen rain. He dipped his fingers into the bowl, tainting them green with the mixture inside. His hands tingled in a curious way as he knelt beside Houndour and began to spread the soothing balm over the pokémon's body. Houndour stirred slightly at the boy's touch before becoming still again. Ren worked slowly, gently applying the Potion to each of Houndour's many wounds. When he was finished, Griffith handed him a wet rag with which to clean his hands.
Afterward, Latias, Ren, and Griffith all decided that they had seen enough excitement for one day, and that they would continue training tomorrow. The man and boy ate dinner at the table in the dining room while Latias feasted on meat from a bird pokemon she had caught in the forest. While eating, they conversed about the day's events: the humans using their voices, and Latias using her mind. Finally, as the sunlight waned, they all went to bed.
That night, as Latias lay curled up on the floor nestled in a soft pile of sheets next to his cot, Ren kept himself awake thinking about many things. The thing he most thought about was why Houndour had appeared without his master. He knew the two were inseparable: no matter how cruel Kairn became, he would never even think about hurting his pokemon. The only explanation Ren could come up with for why Kairn was missing was that he had been injured.
Or killed. Ren shuddered and pushed the thought from his mind, deciding that Kairn was probably just lost and had sent Houndour ahead of him to find their way home. He held that thought in his mind until he passed into sleep, his facial expressions becoming peaceful to match those of his sleeping companion.
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Kairn had walked for another day without finding his companion. His throat was lacerated from calling out Houndour's name. The rest of the boy's body was in similar shape: he was nearly delirious from malnutrition and lack of rest, and had begun to see things that he thought couldn't exist.
As he walked through the forest in the dark that night, faces and shapes began to appear out of the evening mist. He thought he saw Houndour many times, but the pokémon's figure would soon fade. He saw other things as well; things he couldn't identify. Strange creatures watched him with glowing eyes that winked out as he approached, and small sounds came from all around him, making him become very uneasy.
As he continued to walk, the things Kairn saw grew more and more frightening. Dark figures would suddenly run across his path, startling him. Things would brush up against his clothes, but when he turned, nothing would be there. Giant, indistinguishable shapes loomed out of the gloom on the fringes of darkness.
Kairn began to walk quickly through the forest, and then broke into a run, desperate to escape its wild and horrifying secrets. He ran for a long time before he crested a small mound and saw lights ahead of him. He fled towards the lights, hoping to find a place where he would be safe from the things hiding in the oppressing darkness.
What he found was a small cottage in a clearing. The light was coming from windows that were faintly illuminated from the inside, possibly by candles or a fireplace. Kairn sprinted up to the cottage, crossed the front porch, and fell against the door, unconscious. His body could take no more.
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Chapter Eight
Ren could tell as he ran up to Kairn's Houndour that it was in bad condition. Latias was by his side in moments as he knelt next to the injured pokemon, stroking its fur. Houndour was very cold: it had been nearly frozen from wandering around in the snow.
"That Houndour looks terrible," Latias thought to Ren. "We should get him inside, where it's warmer," she continued, looking worriedly at the injured pokémon before them.
"Go tell Griffith what's happening," Ren said, slowly picking up Houndour, trying not to hurt him further. "I'll carry him to the cottage."
Latias flew swiftly over to Griffith and thought-spoke to him for a few moments before they both rushed inside. Ren slowly made his way to the front door of the cottage, cradling Houndour's limp form in his arms. The pokémon was still breathing, but just barely. His life force was ebbing quickly as Ren stepped into the warm interior of Griffith's home.
Griffith had already gathered together a large amount of blankets made from Mareep's wool in front of the fireplace and was now stoking the blaze inside. Ren placed Houndour on top of the soft pile of blankets and began to wrap him in their warmth. Houndour's eyes opened for a moment, gazing at Ren. They were bloodshot and swollen, but he seemed to be aware of what was happening. His eyes then closed as he fell into a shallow and restless sleep, his body and mind fighting a silent battle against weakness and injury to stay alive.
Latias approached Houndour's still form, lightly pressed Ren aside, and gently placed the pad of one foreclaw on the pokémon's forehead. She closed her eyes for a few moments, concentrating. Then she opened her eyes, and turned her feathered head to Ren.
"He is very weak, but not entirely gone," she thought to him, her tone solemn and matter of fact. "He has at least a chance at recovering. All we can do now is to give whatever aid we can and see if he pulls through."
Ren nodded, and looked down at Houndour's sleeping form. The pokemon shivered from time to time, as though it was still outside in the cold.
"Ren," Latias broke into the boy's thoughts abruptly, startling him. He turned to her, wondering at the grave tone she had adopted into her voice. She continued to think to him, her eyes revealing pain mixed with anger. "I just talked with Houndour in his mind to help me decide whether he is strong enough to live. While I was doing this, I discovered that his injuries are not only physical, but mental as well." She paused, staring deep into Ren's eyes. He grew more uncomfortable with each passing second.
"This Houndour was not hurt by natural means," she continued, her stare penetrating to his soul. "From what I gathered from his recent memory, he was kicked rather viciously by a human being. He's traumatized from that experience, and it may inhibit his recovery. Do you wish to tell me anything, Ren?"
Ren realized that Latias knew he had kicked Houndour as the creature tried to steal his food. She had become worried that he was not as kind as she thought him to be; that his character was tainted. He felt their trust, developed over just two days, slipping away.
"Latias, you…you don't understand…I…" he stammered, trying to tell her that his actions had been necessary given the circumstances. Kairn would have ordered his Houndour to do whatever it took to get the box of candy. He had acted on impulse: both to save himself and to resist Kairn's domination.
"What don't I understand, Ren?" Latias thought to him, her tone growing more and more harsh. "You kicked this Houndour. He is near death. What is there not to know?"
Ren took a deep breath, recollecting his composure. Latias' sudden outburst had unsettled him, and he worked hard to regain control. "Houndour was under the command of his master at the time, Latias, a boy named Kairn," He paused to reassure himself that Latias was listening. She was, though she still regarded him with judgmental eyes. He decided to continue anyways. "Kairn was trying to steal my family's food. This was not the first time; he has done it often in the past. He ordered his Houndour to take it from me, and I decided that in order to save my family from starving, I would have to stand up to Kairn, even if that meant I had to hurt Houndour in the process. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't think of any other way."
Ren saw Latias' face visibly change as her anger was replaced with surprise. "I…I'm sorry, Ren," she thought to him. "I didn't even stop to think about why you would have acted the way you did. I didn't think that maybe I was jumping to conclusions and that you were acting that way because you had to. Now that you have told me, I realize that I shouldn't have assumed so much." She hung her head. "I feel so foolish…" she trailed off.
"It's fine, Latias," Ren said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I can understand why you would react this way. Seeing anyone acting cruelly to any pokémon must be hard for you. It would be hard for me, too." He paused as Latias looked up at him. "And don't worry," he continued. "I would never do anything like that to you. Nor would I do it again, unless I had no other choice."
Latias nodded, showing she understood, her face registering calm. Ren stroked her feathers as they stood and hovered next to Houndour's resting place.
Griffith then moved from the corner of the room where he had been quietly working. He was holding a tiny bowl of green liquid, and as he approached, he gave the bowl to Ren. "This is an ancient recipe handed down in the Eon Chronicles," he said, looking at the boy. "It is called Potion, and it helps wounds heal at a miraculous rate. I would like you to give some of this to Houndour. It may help him recover."
Ren looked at the bowl of liquid he held in his hands. It had a faint odor that reminded him of how wet earth smelled after a freshly fallen rain. He dipped his fingers into the bowl, tainting them green with the mixture inside. His hands tingled in a curious way as he knelt beside Houndour and began to spread the soothing balm over the pokémon's body. Houndour stirred slightly at the boy's touch before becoming still again. Ren worked slowly, gently applying the Potion to each of Houndour's many wounds. When he was finished, Griffith handed him a wet rag with which to clean his hands.
Afterward, Latias, Ren, and Griffith all decided that they had seen enough excitement for one day, and that they would continue training tomorrow. The man and boy ate dinner at the table in the dining room while Latias feasted on meat from a bird pokemon she had caught in the forest. While eating, they conversed about the day's events: the humans using their voices, and Latias using her mind. Finally, as the sunlight waned, they all went to bed.
That night, as Latias lay curled up on the floor nestled in a soft pile of sheets next to his cot, Ren kept himself awake thinking about many things. The thing he most thought about was why Houndour had appeared without his master. He knew the two were inseparable: no matter how cruel Kairn became, he would never even think about hurting his pokemon. The only explanation Ren could come up with for why Kairn was missing was that he had been injured.
Or killed. Ren shuddered and pushed the thought from his mind, deciding that Kairn was probably just lost and had sent Houndour ahead of him to find their way home. He held that thought in his mind until he passed into sleep, his facial expressions becoming peaceful to match those of his sleeping companion.
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Kairn had walked for another day without finding his companion. His throat was lacerated from calling out Houndour's name. The rest of the boy's body was in similar shape: he was nearly delirious from malnutrition and lack of rest, and had begun to see things that he thought couldn't exist.
As he walked through the forest in the dark that night, faces and shapes began to appear out of the evening mist. He thought he saw Houndour many times, but the pokémon's figure would soon fade. He saw other things as well; things he couldn't identify. Strange creatures watched him with glowing eyes that winked out as he approached, and small sounds came from all around him, making him become very uneasy.
As he continued to walk, the things Kairn saw grew more and more frightening. Dark figures would suddenly run across his path, startling him. Things would brush up against his clothes, but when he turned, nothing would be there. Giant, indistinguishable shapes loomed out of the gloom on the fringes of darkness.
Kairn began to walk quickly through the forest, and then broke into a run, desperate to escape its wild and horrifying secrets. He ran for a long time before he crested a small mound and saw lights ahead of him. He fled towards the lights, hoping to find a place where he would be safe from the things hiding in the oppressing darkness.
What he found was a small cottage in a clearing. The light was coming from windows that were faintly illuminated from the inside, possibly by candles or a fireplace. Kairn sprinted up to the cottage, crossed the front porch, and fell against the door, unconscious. His body could take no more.
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