"I spent the night listening faintly to the sound of trees and rain falling. To thunder striking the Earth, and to Niya and Jeremy wondering aloud to each other how they were going to get Alyssandra back. Apparently, she drifted off with a Driflblim when the winds picked up, and despite how hard they tried she was gone—for now. I wanted to help them...but my mind was filled with strange dreams and stranger visions...doubts filled me, and I began to regret going on this journey. I wondered where it all had gone wrong, and where it started to fall apart..."
Sam lay there on the ground, rolling in his sleeping bag. Niya and Jeremy watched him warily as they sat at the mouth of the tent, watching the outside world through the blinding rain.
It was as if they were hoping Alyssandra would walk from the rain with a smile on her face and return to them. But they knew that was not possible, no matter how hard they hoped.
"What does this all mean?" Asked Jeremy as he drank from the canteen of water.
Niya shrugged as Jeremy handed her some to drink. She sipped, wiped her mouth, and passed it back to Jeremy.
"I don't know," she said, "But I don't like it. All of Sam's weird fainting spells, this sudden sickness, all these storms, and now Alyssandra is missing. It's like something out there is trying to break us apart and stop us."
"But why?" Asked Jeremy, "What did we do to deserve all this?"
"I don't know. My mother used to tell me stories about imps that lived in caves all over the world, and these imps would sit there watching over us. And once and a while when we'd have too much good luck, the imps would cast a spell that caused bad things to happen to us, so that we'd have a balance of good and bad luck."
There was silence for a moment and Jeremy raised his eyebrows.
"So, the little imps in the cave made Sam sick, caused these storms, and took Alyssandra away from us to teach us a lesson?" He asked sceptically.
Niya rolled her eyes. "Of course not!" She cried, "It's just a story; I was just trying to lighten the mood."
More silence, minus the roar of thunder in the distance and morose patter if the rain on the tent.
"It feels like it, I suppose," said Jeremy suddenly.
"Hmm?" Asked Niya.
"The imp story; it kind of feels like that's what happened," he explained, "I know it's fake but..."
Niya grunted in understanding. She never got along with Jeremy as she had with Sam or Alyssandra. Not that she hated him; she had just never gotten to know him as well.
Although she tried to support him as best as she could, and she considered him a good friend, but when it came to be alone like this. The two of them didn't click like her or Sam, and definitely not like her and Alyssandra.
"So," said Niya slowly.
"So," added Jeremy in reply.
"What do you think about him and—?" started Niya.
"And her?" added Jeremy, "Hell I think it could work out. I mean, they both are very—"
"Yeah," smiled Niya, "That's true. Completely oblivious, and the both of them still can't seem to understand."
"Oh, I know," laughed Jeremy, "It's like the signals don't go through."
"Give them some time though," said Niya reassuringly, "They'll do all right—this kind of thing usually works out."
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Pokemon Heroes: Sinnoh Saga [Book 1]
FanfictionAfter finding an injured Starly at Lake Verity near his hometown of Twinleaf, Sam is introduced to the elderly Professor Rowan; a world renowned professor of Pokemon. Convinced Sam was destined for greatness, Professor Rowan invited Sam and friends...