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Not long after Alex left the village, he realized that he had barely eaten since the day before. While at first this did not seem like such a dream, after awhile his stomach rumbled nonstop with the pangs of hunger. Hoping to alleviate these pains, Alex looked for a spot to stop, hopefully not one where a wild Pokémon could attack him. After looking for awhile, he found the perfect spot; a grassy knoll raised above the rest of the forest. From this spot he would be able to see any wild Pokémon before they attacked him, and plus, it was comfortable. So, he made a beeline for the knoll, arriving after a second of tiptoeing through some tall grass.
Once on the knoll, he took off his backpack, and sat down for a well disserved rest. Rummaging around, he was eventually able to find some food, and grabbed a loaf of bread. He started eating, greedily taking chunks out of it. This continued for some time, until he had eaten all of the bread. Just as he was about to but it away, he was knocked over.
It took him a second to realize what was happening. So, when he finally looked up, he saw a small brown Pokémon running off, his bag comically stuck over its head. Wondering why he hadn't seen it, he started running after it. Luckily, it couldn't navigate that well with a bag on its head, and he succeeded in catching up in under a minute. Once he pulled level with it, he grabbed it, attempting to wrestle it to the ground. Unfortunately, the Pokémon proved stronger then him. In the end, his struggles did little but dislodge the bag a bit from the Pokémon's head. This enabled the Pokémon to see, and it made a running jump towards the bottom of the knoll. Once their, it started digging, sand flying up, nearly blinding Alex. In moments it was gone, and most of his bag with it.
Alex sighed, his luck had struck again. The only boon in this whole situation was that when the bag had been knocked from the Pokémon's head, out had fallen both of his pokeball's. Sighing, he picked them up. Speaking, mostly to himself, he started berating them,
"Well some help you turned out to be!" although his Pokémon did not answer him, he knew what they were thinking: don't blame us, it's your fault. Realizing the truth of the(admittedly imaginary) statement, he gave up assigning blame, and gathering the few things the Pokémon had left him, continued his walk through the forest. Slowly he walked into the forest, not quite sure what to do. He had no bag, but he had lived like this before, and was not afraid of his lack of supplies. So only slightly dispirited he continued his walk. He had been walking, this time keeping an eye on the ground as well as his surroundings for about ten minutes, when he came to a small cliff. Pausing to examine it, he was once more caught in an odd set of circumstances. Seeming of their own volition, his legs flew forward, knocked by some unseen force. Unfortunately he had no time to react, and was thrown over the edge, into the burbling brook that lay below it.
It took him a moment to gain his bearings as he sunk into the water. After a moment, he was able to stop his fall and surface. Once on the surface he beat a hasty path towards the edge. Once there he dragged himself out of the water, ready for anything that awaited him. But as his right foot exited the stream, he kicked something up from the brook's floor. Looking down, he saw that he had brought a small egg to the surface.
He saw that it was a Pokémon egg, which seemed bizarre. He couldn't think what a Pokémon Egg was doing at the bottom of the river. Picking up the egg, he felt its smooth surface. He looked at the egg, warily, after all with his luck it was liable to explode in his face. Gingerly he picked it up, and examined it. It appeared to be a perfectly normal Pokémon egg, but he was still a bit wary of it. Only as he examined the egg did he hear an odd scuffing noise. Looking around himself, he saw nothing. Realizing that he would have to get back up the cliff, he looked around, trying to find a place to climb up. After some looking, he saw a tree that grew a bit to close to the cliff. Walking up to it, he grabbed on, and begun hauling himself up. It took him a bit less then a minute to reach the top of the cliff. Nearly collapsing from exhaustion, he once more heard a scuffing noise.
He slowly turned, and saw a Pokémon that looked similar to the one that had stolen his bag earlier. In fact, he noticed with a second glance, it was the same Pokémon, he could see his bag, clutched between its two front paws. Angry, and glad to have someone to blame, he grabbed a pokeball, and threw it to the ground. Out of it, ready for action came Zangoose.
Once on the knoll, he took off his backpack, and sat down for a well disserved rest. Rummaging around, he was eventually able to find some food, and grabbed a loaf of bread. He started eating, greedily taking chunks out of it. This continued for some time, until he had eaten all of the bread. Just as he was about to but it away, he was knocked over.
It took him a second to realize what was happening. So, when he finally looked up, he saw a small brown Pokémon running off, his bag comically stuck over its head. Wondering why he hadn't seen it, he started running after it. Luckily, it couldn't navigate that well with a bag on its head, and he succeeded in catching up in under a minute. Once he pulled level with it, he grabbed it, attempting to wrestle it to the ground. Unfortunately, the Pokémon proved stronger then him. In the end, his struggles did little but dislodge the bag a bit from the Pokémon's head. This enabled the Pokémon to see, and it made a running jump towards the bottom of the knoll. Once their, it started digging, sand flying up, nearly blinding Alex. In moments it was gone, and most of his bag with it.
Alex sighed, his luck had struck again. The only boon in this whole situation was that when the bag had been knocked from the Pokémon's head, out had fallen both of his pokeball's. Sighing, he picked them up. Speaking, mostly to himself, he started berating them,
"Well some help you turned out to be!" although his Pokémon did not answer him, he knew what they were thinking: don't blame us, it's your fault. Realizing the truth of the(admittedly imaginary) statement, he gave up assigning blame, and gathering the few things the Pokémon had left him, continued his walk through the forest. Slowly he walked into the forest, not quite sure what to do. He had no bag, but he had lived like this before, and was not afraid of his lack of supplies. So only slightly dispirited he continued his walk. He had been walking, this time keeping an eye on the ground as well as his surroundings for about ten minutes, when he came to a small cliff. Pausing to examine it, he was once more caught in an odd set of circumstances. Seeming of their own volition, his legs flew forward, knocked by some unseen force. Unfortunately he had no time to react, and was thrown over the edge, into the burbling brook that lay below it.
It took him a moment to gain his bearings as he sunk into the water. After a moment, he was able to stop his fall and surface. Once on the surface he beat a hasty path towards the edge. Once there he dragged himself out of the water, ready for anything that awaited him. But as his right foot exited the stream, he kicked something up from the brook's floor. Looking down, he saw that he had brought a small egg to the surface.
He saw that it was a Pokémon egg, which seemed bizarre. He couldn't think what a Pokémon Egg was doing at the bottom of the river. Picking up the egg, he felt its smooth surface. He looked at the egg, warily, after all with his luck it was liable to explode in his face. Gingerly he picked it up, and examined it. It appeared to be a perfectly normal Pokémon egg, but he was still a bit wary of it. Only as he examined the egg did he hear an odd scuffing noise. Looking around himself, he saw nothing. Realizing that he would have to get back up the cliff, he looked around, trying to find a place to climb up. After some looking, he saw a tree that grew a bit to close to the cliff. Walking up to it, he grabbed on, and begun hauling himself up. It took him a bit less then a minute to reach the top of the cliff. Nearly collapsing from exhaustion, he once more heard a scuffing noise.
He slowly turned, and saw a Pokémon that looked similar to the one that had stolen his bag earlier. In fact, he noticed with a second glance, it was the same Pokémon, he could see his bag, clutched between its two front paws. Angry, and glad to have someone to blame, he grabbed a pokeball, and threw it to the ground. Out of it, ready for action came Zangoose.