Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Twisted Space

3: Growing Tension

Amethyst City

All of Vigil's worries were abandoned once he laid eyes upon the city. It took quite a bit of walking to finally reach their destination, but at last, Amethyst City came into view. Waver described the place as a booming metropolis, a hub for many in the vast grasslands of Herbon. It was a world-renowned trading post, where many merchants gathered to barter their goods.

Vigil's heart raced at the thought of meeting so many new pokémon. At last, he could finally begin making his dream a reality. Amethyst City was the first step, one massive leap from the cliff he used to call home.

Fallen, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed by the city's grandeur. In fact, he was rather apathetic to the whole ordeal. All he saw was the cobblestone road that spanned before him. He only cared to find some pokémon who could restore his memories. Didn't matter where, didn't matter how. Only that his memories returned to him.

Waver noticed the wide-eyed wonder in the sentret's face and laughed, "You're from Lookout Peak, but you've never been to Amethyst City?"

Vigil became confused, "H-how did you know I was from Lookout Peak?"

"I've only ever seen sentret and furret come down that mountain path. Plus, farmers from that village come by every year around this time to sell their crops in Amethyst City. I'm surprised I never saw you before, especially because we're always in the city selling herbs. I assumed you were coming down the mountain to sell berries from the harvest."

Vigil scratched his head awkwardly, "I-I've never left Lookout Peak until yesterday."

"Really?" Waver asked. "Shouldn't you be headed back then? Your family is probably worried about you."

Just the word "family" tugged at the sentret's heartstrings.

"Don't worry. They know I'm alright."

"Oh really?" Waver grew suspicious again.

"Trust me. We sentret have very powerful instincts. We're good at telling when something is wrong."

"Whatever you say, Vigil," Waver shrugged.

Although he wasn't paying too much attention, Fallen wondered why Vigil continued to dismiss his family. On the mountain trail, he said they wouldn't worry about him being gone. Fallen recalled how the sentret would tense up at the mention of his parents. However, he was oblivious to how pokémon instincts worked. The concept of instincts potentially changing his way of thinking was frightening.

"So what do we have to do in the city again?" Vigil asked.

"We're spending a majority of the day bartering medical supplies with merchants. But first, I have to put up a job request in the Alliance base. We probably won't be back until sunset."

"The Alliance base?" Vigil wondered.

Waver laughed, "Lookout Peak really doesn't get too many visitors, does it?"

The sentret scowled at his comment.

"The Alliance is a place devoted to helping pokémon in need. They're an organization of pokémon teams that help the public in any way they can. All you need to do to get their help is to put up a request on their job board, which is exactly what we're going to do today."

"Why do you need their help?" Vigil asked.

"My parents have Alliance pokémon send medical supplies to certain locations on Herbon. We heard from a few of the locals the other day that a pack of wild arcanine attacked a village on the other side of Herbon. They set the entire village on fire, and so, we need to send over a shipment of Rawst Berries and bandages to assist the wounded."