Together

Chapter Thirty-Two

The two walked in silence to the bottom. Lazarus was unexpectedly frowning in a serious manner.

A reddish wolf was sitting near a grave as they walked down. The wolf turned around to greet them as they approached.

"Greetings," the wolf yipped with a dip of his head to the two visitors. "I have been expecting you."

The red wolf was also covered in scars, appearing much like Lazarus in shape except he wasn't covered in armor and wasn't as blue. He was also more bulky in stature, and seemed slightly more intimidating than the skinny pathetic Pokemon next to Fae.

Lazarus dipped his head also in greetings. "Hello, brother. Everything all well?" He asked the red wolf.

The red wolf bared his fangs at him.

"Everything well? Brother you tell me! We've been trapped in the bottom of two conveniently X-and-triangular-shaped prisons for years on end!" The Hero of Many Battles roared as he leapt forward to snarl in defiance.

Lazarus sighed. "You know why we had to be locked up, Zen. But that is not important right now. Getting us out of here is of most importance." The Zacian responded courtly.

The supposed Zamazenta in front of them sighed. "You know how to get out of here?" His bipolar attitude changed. Zen's shoulders relaxed as his eyes bore into Lazarus.

Lazarus nodded before turning his gaze towards Fae. "With the help of Fae here, we can escape. She knows the way out, and I know the way out of your cave as well now. We had to face many dangerous Pokémon to reach you."

"This tiny white Eevee?" The Zamazenta questioned, lifting what would be his eyebrow in curiosity. "She let you out?"

The Sword Pokémon nodded his head, almost falling over due to the sheer weight of his battle armor. "Yes, and we will get you out. So long as someone knows the way, and as long as someone can fight. Especially in this dungeon. For whatever reason it has an evil aura to it—much unlike mine."

Zen's eyes lasered against the staircase that led out. Only one way. His gaze turned back towards the two adventurers with uncertainty. He then smiled.

"Well, what are we waiting for brother, Fuzzy? Let's go!" Zen rumbled with an air of excitement.

How long has he been stuck here? At least a few decades. How did someone like Lazarus stay so calm down in the basement of a cave for that many years?

Zen began to run up the stairs, his feet thumping loudly on the ground. Fae and Lazarus exchanged glances before following. This Zamazenta was definitely strong.

Zen paused. "So which way do we go?" He asked as the white fox and blue wolf caught up to him.

Fae pointed the way they came. "The stairs are this way. Honestly I don't even know how you two didn't know where to go from the start. Can you not see the stairs?" She asked.

Both Zen and Lazarus shook their heads. "Unfortunately not. They're not for our eyes. Only for the ones questing downwards and back up." Lazarus explained.

Zen opened his mouth to speak. "Yeah, and like our eyes suck!" He woofed as he stuck out his tongue.

Huh. I wouldn't know if legendaries have horrible eyesight. I doubt it's that bad since they can see me. Maybe they can only see moving things? Or perhaps it's just way too complicated. Either way, they can't see the staircase—therefore they couldn't escape. But couldn't Zen see that staircase he went up?

...

That's odd.

"Well, Brother, I have adventured enough to know the way. We can finally be free of this prison and go back to our positions as helpful wolves of the community." Lazarus explained.