[1] The Challenges of Becoming a Normal Type Master | Amoxa Region Saga

Chapter 10: Haunted Trails

Timothy, Kristina, and Mina ventured into the dense undergrowth of the Twisted Forest, the air growing cooler and light dimmer as they progressed. Towering trees with gnarled branches seemed to lean inwards, their shadows casting long, tangled fingers across the path. The forest was alive with the sounds of chirping insects and rustling leaves, yet there was an eerie, almost palpable sense of foreboding in the air.

Kristina, who was walking beside Timothy, glanced over at him with a thoughtful expression on her face."You know," She began, her voice tinged with nostalgia, "My mother once told me about a time she had a terrifying encounter during her journey across the Amoxa Region. It was a story she shared with me to emphasize why trainers need to be at least twelve years old before embarking on their adventures of course that was a new chance made before your mother became the new professor after the older one retired and moved to Alola almost three years before they contact your mother to be new professor."

Timothy raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Kristina ."Oh? What Pokémon was that given I don't know all the history of the region?" He asked.

Kristina narrowed her eyes in thought as she recalled the story, "It's a Pokémon known as Spectroar. My mother encountered one during her journey. She told, me that Spectroar is notorious for its ability to mess with trainers by casting illusions that lead them astray."

Intrigued, Timothy pulled out his Pokedex, scanning the area for any sightings of Spectroar. The device emitted a soft, electronic beep as it retrieved information. The screen displayed a detailed entry about the Pokemon in question.

[Spectroar, the Ilusion Bear Pokémon. A Ghost type. Spectroar is a ghost-type Pokémon that dwells in a dark, twisted forest. It is known for its eerie ability to cast illusions, leading unsuspecting trainers astray. Legends say that it wanders these forests in search of lost souls to play tricks on, delighting in the confusion it causes. Spectroar is shrouded in a misty aura, with its body resembling a spectral bear. Its fur is semi-translucent and flickers with ghostly lights, giving it a hauntingly beautiful appearance.] The Pokedex said in a male robotic voice.

Timothy looked up from his Pokedex as he tucked it away back in his jacket pocket."So Spectroar is a phantom bear that creates illusions to mess with trainers?" It sounds pretty unsettling, but it makes sense for a Ghost-type."

"Pikachu!" Mina cried in agreement, her tiny ears perked up as she looked around warily.

Kristina nodded."Yes, exactly. My mother, when she encountered it, was lost in the forest for hours, unable to find her way out. However, it was when a young boy arrived and battled Spectroar that she was finally able to find a way out. That boy was my father she said it was his bravery to save her when she fell for him and convinced him to travel with her throughout the region."

As they continued deeper into the forest, the tree seemed to grow even more twisted and shadows darker, playing tricks on their eyes. Every rustle of leaves and crack of twigs seemed to magnify the oppressive silence.

"This forest is said to be full of all sorts of strange phenomena, given the name Twisted Forest," Kristina said, scanning the information on the map in her Poketablet.

Timothy glanced at Kristina and Mina."We should care and stay sharp. Let's keep moving for now before setting up camp for the night until let's be prepared for anything."

The two trainers and Pokemon pressed on navigating the increasingly confusing landscape of the Twisted Forest. A dark purple mist began to grow and thicken around the path. The trees soon shrouded in darkness as they appeared closer around the three their branches reaching out for the three as a sinister smile formed on the trees as they laughed.