The Reveelution - A Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Story

Chapter 1 | The Time Will Come

On the top of Mt. Celero, in a small Pokèmon-made community known as Celero town, a terrible blizzard is engulfing the entirety of the town, leaving behind a 2 ft. deep blanket of snow and frozen lakes, full to the brim of magikarp, feebas and other helplessly frozen fish who are destined to be food to one's eyes.

On the reservior of the mountain, a lone four legged figure, clothed with a glistening white thermal hood, stood on top of the vast frozen stream in search for helpless fish, frozen within their own temporal prison, unable to move or react to the world around them. As the gust from the blizzard flustered the lone Pokémon, it still managed to anchor itself into place onto the cold slippery ice.

As soon as the subzero winds subsided into a gentle breeze, the mysterious Pokémon began to remove the garment which covered it's head from the weather, revealing red ear-tuffs which then glowed bright with a fiery radiance, coming in contact with the freezing temperature. She's a fennekin!

Her body, emanating heat in reaction to the low temperature, has a slim and petite figure all through out. Her prominent fluffy tail appearing very different in conjunction to the rest of her body; significantly larger than the average fennekin tail.

After letting off a soft sigh, she started to have second thoughts about becoming an adult, as she had no luck in finding any kind of feasable meal for her first independent hunt. Her big sister, her only family, relied on hunting more than anything.

Pokémon become even more desperate once the season of winter starts to unfold it's most lethal weapon: Starvation. Buying food, which is necessary to survive, from a supermarket is only a common fairy tail on the outskirts of the nation of Arcaous. It's a do-or-die world and the only way to survive is to never make mistakes.

Shortly after her failed attempt in providing food for dinner, she heads back home disappointed, taking advantage of the passed time to make a good excuse for coming empty handed. A really GOOD excuse. Rushing back home before the next blizzard attack, the fennekin climbed up the steep snow trail, leading towards the town which touches the clouds.

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A small wooden shack, about the size of an average living room and surrounded by a series of boulders, is the only house on the entire mountain that's made out of tree bark. The rest are entirely made out of frozen blocks of ice, sheltering the many ice types that live in the high altitude.

In the shack, a beautiful young female braixen with the name of Shahira, is preparing supper in a miniscule kitchen while her younger sister is away hunting. Casually humming a catchy melodious tune, she reached for a pair of frozen carrots from the pantry made of evergreen and began to cut each of them up into bite-sized pieces. After she finished cutting the carrots, she carefully slid them into a small, metal pot full of boiling water, being careful not to spill onto the floor.

There's no electricity or any presence of technology in the town. The most feasable way to cook food is by flame, and nearly the entire town except Shahira and her sister know how to start up a fire without the use of special rocks.

Meanwhile, the lone fennekin, shivering with cold and fear, opened the door to her house and entered willingly. Though unsure about the consequences for not bringing home food for the hunt, she closed the front door quietly behind her and tiptoed on all-fours to her comfortably isolated bedroom, jerking her eyes back and forth in terror of being caught by her sister. While the fennekin was avoiding her sister, Shahira, locked in a deep trance, unceasingly hummed a song that was long forgotten. She finally then added in a touch of garlic to the boiling hot water to complete the necessary ingredients, perfect for homeboiled fish.