Pokémon PrismGold

Chapter Forty: "Old Friends"

Nate slowly walked closer to the fossilized tree, prompting Mark to ask him curiously. "A what?" Nate stopped short when the Crystal Onix lifted its head to stare at him with timid eyes. Pointing to the tree, Nate told Mark with a blush. "It was in this schoolbook that I... borrowed." Mark uttered out a small chuckle, letting Nate continue. "Giovanni's mother was obsessed with finding a Tree of Beginning. Or as the grunts called it, the Mew Tree. They are extremely rare. It's said that Mews only lived in Mew Trees. Creating a kind of paradise for the pokemon that lived there with Mew. As the Mews died... The trees died." Mark got up to get a better look at the tree, shrugging out. "Seems small and... not what I'd picture as a paradise..." Nate shrugged in return, saying softly. "Maybe the locals were trying to care for it? Keep it hidden and safe, until it grew bigger?" Mark glanced around at the crystals, adding in. "I guess that would explain why there is a Mew on the island." Nate blinked, slightly confused as he asked. "You've seen a Mew?" Now Mark looked confused, upon asking a bit stunned. "Ya. Haven't you?"

Nate thought about it but couldn't recall it. Taking his arm, Mark told him to sit down as he said excitedly. "Oh, you are going to love this. Take a seat and I'll fill you in." Sitting back around the fire, Mark told him about his interaction with a baby Lugia that turned out to be a Mew. After hearing him recall what Mew had told him, Nate mumbled out. "Huh... You know. I thought the Shaman's son told me that same thing, but I saw soon saw him elsewhere and the guy that I was talking to was gone. I thought it was a ghost trying to prank me..." Mark shared a chuckle with him, before Sean sat up. Sleepily Sean looked them over and yawned out. "You guys good?" Nate shrugged, asking nicely. "Why wouldn't we be?" Sean hugged his damp jacket tighter around himself, mumbling out groggily. "I thought you'd fight after... what happened with Giovanni?" Nate shared a look with Mark, before Mark told Sean coolly. "We talked it out. We're good. Are you ok?" Sean shook his head, mumbling out. "I'm cold... and I'm hungry. These rocks hurt to sleep on..." Mark's Raichu stretched beside Sean, looking just as tired.

Beckoning Sean over, Nate told him happily. "Come here. I can help." Sean reluctantly climbed to his feet, trudging over to him. Scooting down the rock he was sitting on, he patted the seat. Sean dropped down between them and Nate removed his pokeball. Tossing it up, the ball popped open to bring out Cyndakill. Cyndakill squealed happily, rushing to press himself against Nate's leg. Picking him up, Nate kissed his little narrow head and carefully handed him off to Sean. Cyndakill tensed, his whole body vibrating as he growled. Nate shushed him, telling him hopefully. "Be nice. He's cold and I just want him to hold you." Cyndakill relaxed a little, but his body still vibrated with a silent growl of mistrust. Sean cradled his warm little body to his chest, while Nate told him with a half-smile. "He'll warm up to you eventually." Mark recalled Raichu back into her pokeball, informing them gruffly. "I might be able to help with the food..." Nate gawked at him playfully, chuckling out. "You've been holding out on us?"

Sean perked up a little at the mention of food. Slowly Mark stood up and removed a pokeball. Lifting his wrist to look at his watch, he typed something in. After he set something, a light appeared out of the side of the watch to scan the pokeball. The pokeball in his hand vanished, before a new one replaced it. The new ball was an Ultra ball with an Alola sticker. Mark took a moment to look at the ball, softly uttering out under his breath to it. "It's been a while... Are you ready to come out and meet my new friends?" Giving the ball a kiss, Mark tossed it up high and called out. "Come on out, Barry." The ball flew up high, then popped open to release a large bulky pokemon that had what appeared to be two sets of wings. Catching the ball when it came back to him, Mark stepped up more to the hovering pokemon with a saddened look. Barry was a hefty looking long necked pokemon with what looked like a grass helmet and chest plate. Barry's wings where actually four long leaves that it flapped like wings. Hanging from the sides of its jaw were clusters of bananas. It was a Tropius. Mark raised a hand up toward it, casually asking it. "How have you been, buddy?"