Pokémon PrismGold

Chapter Thirty-Seven: "Mew's Gift"

Sean helped Nate back into the cave. Nate winced and groaned in pain all the way back to the bed they had him in before. Taking off his jacket for him, Nate dropped back across the blankets with a yelp. His bruised ribs were bothering him a lot now. Zoey rushed over to lay next to him. Her motherly instincts were kicking in and causing her to lick his cheek and shoulder in the hopes of easing his pain. The Shaman approached to look over his wet bandages with disapproval. Shaking her head, she told him sternly. "You are in no condition to be moving around. Why would you leave the cave?" Nate pet Zoey's back, grumbling out through clenched teeth. "I needed some air." The Shaman rolled her eyes, gesturing to the opening of the cave as she said sarcastically. "That's all we have is air." Sean snickered without meaning too. Although, it was worth it to see Nate smile. The Shaman rubbed something on Nate's chest, telling him in a more nurturing tone. "I understand getting away from people though. Words can cut deeper than any sword... But put your health before your actions. Only then can you grow stronger."

Nate inhaled the scent of whatever she was smearing on his chest, upon asking groggily. "What is that?" The Shaman smirked, running a clean hand through his hair as she said. "Something to help you relax. Breathe deep. Rest." Nate took a pained deep breath, then slowly began to relax and passed out. When the Shaman saw Sean watching, she told him with a smile. "My own blend of scented sleeping powder gel. Helps the body relax. When the body is relaxed. It heals better. Calms the heart and mind." Sean nodded, kneeling to touch Nate's cold hand. Already the large fire was warming his wet skin. The Shaman gave Sean a smile, saying under her breath softly. "Very interesting..." Sean met her eyes, asking curiously. "What is?" The Shaman touched Sean's cheek with the back of her clean hand, before telling him sweetly. "Your aura. You're so different from the others and yet... You connect them." She lowered her hand, looking away now with sudden realization as she mumbled out to herself. "Three birds divided..." The Shaman jumped to her feet and dashed off, leaving Sean with a perplexed expression. He didn't get it.

Reluctantly leaving Nate's side, Sean made his way over to Mark. Kneeling beside Mark, Sean put his hands on his bare arm. Raichu sat by Mark, rubbing his hand like she was trying to warm it. Mark did feel so much colder than he had when he had left him. Yet, his body was covered with beads of sweat. Picking up a cloth nearby, Sean rubbed the sweat from his skin. He didn't know what had happened to him, but he hoped he was ok. Farther away, Pryce paced the cave looking anxious and worried. Sean wished he would relax because all his pacing was making him nervous. The Shaman came back with a scroll, setting it aside when she saw him with Mark. Moving closer, she told him comfortingly. "I don't know what he saw... but I do know that he can't do it alone. He needs you and Nate to share the burden. To fix the rift on this side, to fix the rift in THEM." Sean shifted a little, asking uncertain. "I don't understand any of this... How can WE help THEM? They are strong enough to do it themselves."

The Shaman collected the scroll and brought it back to a seat by the fire. Taking a deep breath, she said in a clear voice. "Let me tell you a story that should shine some light on all this. It speaks of a prophecy that throughout the ages has come true time and again." The moment she opened the scroll, her tribesmen all gathered around to listen. Mothers hugged their young children close, shushing them to listen. While warriors bowed their heads to listen with their ears over their eyes. The Shaman looked over the writing and hand painted pictures on the scroll, before telling them all. "My story starts with the creation of Mew. Among the many children of Arceus. Mew was the most special. Not because it was powerful or because it didn't seem to have a clear purpose. But simply because unlike its legendary siblings. Mew saw the world differently. Mew's heart was so pure that all it could think about was exploring and seeing the many wonders of the world its siblings made. But Mew grew lonely. Because to explore alone only carries so much joy." The Shaman pointed to Raichu, Zoey, and few other pokemon in the cave as she added with a smile. "So, Mew gave life to the many types of pokemon from isolating different strands of its own DNA. Pokemon that it wanted to explore and have fun with."