Chapter 23: A Storm

POV - JAKE

The sun was hidden behind a thick blanket of grey clouds, offering little warmth to Jake and Siobhan as they navigated their way through the Challenge Road. Unlike the dense forests and muddy wetlands that had dominated much of Jake's journey so far, the landscape here opened into vast expanses of rocky plains and fields, with sparse but tall grasses waving in the strong breeze in colours of green and yellow. The path they followed was rocky and seemed to have been laid out more by chance than by design, surrounded by imposing cliff faces and scattered boulders that lent the area a rugged, untamed beauty.

The air carried a chill that was markedly colder than anything around Applinby, sending shivers down Jake's spine—not just from the temperature but also from the remnants of fear left by their recent escape from Brawler’s Cave.

"Do you think that Druddigon genuinely wanted to... eat us?" Jake finally voiced the question that had been nagging at him, the games had understandably never really covered that aspect of Pokémon behaviour.

Siobhan shook her head, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I doubt it, Pokémon don't eat people. But some can be extremely territorial," she explained, casting a thoughtful glance at the rocky terrain around them.

"So, that's what that was about?" Jake asked.

"It's hard to say for sure," Siobhan admitted, "but dragon Pokémon, in particular, are known for being very strict with their territory. Especially, if they have young nearby, it's not unheard of for them to attack and even kill people."

‘That rings a bell... Back to the bears again, quite a few predatory Pokémon seem to share certain traits with them," Jake mused. ‘I suppose Professor Birch would be the best one to ask. I wonder what an actual Ursaring would be like with a Teddiursa? Probably not the healthiest subject for a thesis.... though it actually sounds pretty interesting maybe it's something I could get into?’ Jake shook his head, what was he thinking, he needed to get home, not pursue an academic career.

Siobhan glanced at the sky as it began to drizzle very slightly. "It's summer, so it's possible the Druddigon had a hatchling. Dragon Pokémon are almost impossible to catch when fully grown, so poachers often target the babies or eggs. Many older dragons will know or have directly experienced this, which can often lead them to being very aggressive to humans. Maybe that one felt the same?"

Jake pondered this. 'Pokémon are intelligent, and humans would certainly bear a grudge if their own child was captured and taken away, never to be seen again,' he thought. He had caught Trixie, with the full blessing of her parents, a moment that had felt more like a mutual agreement than a capture. Jekyll was an anomaly, with Jake still only able to speculate exactly how a Mimikyu came to exist. And Arthrox... Arthrox's joining had been born out of a tragic situation, but he had still genuinely wanted to come along, for strength at first, but Jake reckoned he had formed a decent bond with the centipede.

Iggy was interesting to think about. Were her parents still around in Johto? Did they know where she was now, and if so, how did they feel about it? The idea of Pokémon parents, just like human ones, worrying about their offspring or feeling a sense of loss, struck a chord within him. He couldn't help but draw parallels to his own situation—taken from his own world to this one, separated from his family.

Yet, Jake's thoughts shifted towards a more positive light. His Pokémon seemed to be happy on his journey with him, albeit each in their own way. And from what he had seen and learned so far, Pokémon seemed genuinely eager to form bonds with humans. They wanted to train, to grow stronger, and perhaps, in some cases, to find companionship. It made him think that, in the end, the parents of these Pokémon understood this. The crucial difference, he supposed, lay in whether these partnerships were formed with their blessing or not.

‘Not too different from how some parents react to their kids' girlfriends or boyfriends, I guess’ he mused. A grin spread across his face as he imagined a Dragonite or a Salamence screening their child's potential partner. ‘Well, dragon Pokémon are better equipped than most for doing something about that. I'd hate to show up with flowers only to be greeted by a Hyper Beam instead of a handshake.’

"How do people normally catch a dragon Pokémon then?" Jake asked curiously.

Siobhan chuckled. "You're aiming high, aren't you?" she said. “I don't know too much myself, but Mustard once mentioned that some of the dragon clans have agreements with certain dragon families for a limited number they can bond with. It all has to be done peacefully, with the agreement of the dragon parent. And that," she paused, "is very hard to do. They breed rarely and unlike some Pokémon species tend to produce one at a time, so they're usually very reluctant. Trying to catch one in the wild without the agreement of its parent is either incredibly bold or incredibly lucky depending on which way you look at it," Siobhan explained. "And never mind the fact that they're rare to begin with."

Jake smiled at her. "Might have to think twice before going after that Dragapult then," he said.

Siobhan returned his smile. "You're probably better off going after Applin. They're not too difficult to catch, and I'd say they're a lot less daunting."

Jake paused to think it over, Flapple and Appletun were oddities he couldn't quite warm up to. Applinby had a few around, peculiar as they were, he could not really imagine trying to train one. He dimly remembered Hydrapple—one of the newer dragon Pokémon from the games before he'd been whisked away—he did not know too much about them, but it could be a decent option. "I'd have to keep Trixie from eating it, though," he joked, imagining the chaos that would bring. "That would be a full-time job."

Siobhan laughed. "You're probably right. Sounds like fruit Pokémon are off the table for Jake," she concurred.

They continued down the rocky paths that were interspersed with jagged outcrops, which made their progress deliberate and cautious. Every step Jake placed on the ground sent a mix of sensations through him—the hard, uneven surface beneath his boots, the occasional give of softer earth where the path was less worn. The air was heavy with the scent of an impending rain, the scent of damp earth and the tangy hint of ozone, suggesting a storm was brewing if the foreboding clouds did not make it obvious enough.

The wind whispered through the sparse grass, tugging at their clothes with an insistent grasp. Bringing calls of Pokémon, their cries mingling with the occasional clatter of loose stones. Life flourished despite the harshness of the landscape. Pokémon of various kinds made their presence known from Shinx that lurked at the edge of the sparse grass, eyes gleaming briefly with curiosity before dismissing the travellers, to Fletchling that darted across the sky, cheerfully calling birdsongs. Silicobra, too, made their disdain for the muddy travellers known, casting judgmental glances before slithering away into the rocks.

"I don't think we're making any friends here," Jake remarked, watching a Silicobra disdainfully turn away from them. "And those Silicobra have no room to judge."

"Maybe they're just not used to trainers who've had as rough a day as we have," Siobhan suggested.

Jake's eyes frequently wandered towards the Tower of Darkness as they made their way down the winding path, the view unfolding to unveil a small village cradled by the coastline. Grimnore itself appeared no more than a hamlet, a bleak and isolated cluster of buildings against a rough sea. The tower itself dominated the skyline. Even blurred by distance, the tower loomed over the village, casting a long shadow.

Jake found himself missing the familiar presence of Trixie. It was odd, he mused, how quickly he'd become accustomed to her constant energy and company. The quiet without her felt unfamiliar, almost unsettling. She was currently resting in her Poké Ball, taking a well-earned break after their encounter with the Druddigon. That chase had demanded every ounce of her bravery, and though she'd faced it with commendable courage, it had clearly exhausted her.

Reflecting on his journey so far, Jake realised he’d faced no small number of dangers. From the Stunfisk that greeted him on his first day, to the near-fatal encounter with Arthrox's mama, and the haunting introduction to Jekyll. But the aggression of the Druddigon had been something else entirely—out of nowhere, without a moment's pause for negotiation.

The Pokémon world, for all its wonders and incredible inhabitants, held a dichotomy. It was a place of beauty and companionship, yet it was equally capable of presenting lethal dangers to the unprepared. If Jake wanted to reach the Spear Pillar in one piece, he needed to be better prepared, to be stronger. Though he kind of wished he could lodge a complaint with health and safety, ‘I mean come on, what kind of school cheerfully sends young kids out into the wild like this?’ Public safety seemed to be a concept conspicuously absent in this world, or at least held a very different form from what he would recognise on Earth.

It dawned on him that this world operated under a fundamentally different set of cultural norms and expectations— where the skills to live in harmony with Pokémon, exercise common sense, and make critical life-or-death choices were supposed to be ingrained from a young age. Jake was still adjusting to the more casual attitude towards risk, but he guessed it sort of made sense in a world where the fantastical and the formidable were just part of everyday life.

Anyway, Jake would adapt somehow. He’d been coping alright so far, he thought as they continued their trek through the winding, craggy paths, the ground beneath their feet a carpet of limestone, Jake found the rhythm of their journey oddly satisfying. The occasional climb down or detour around large rock formations adding a sense of adventure to their progress. Overhead, the clouds gathered more densely, a portent of the rain that seemed all but inevitable.

Amid this, Jake turned to Siobhan, driven by curiosity and the friendliness that had developed between them. "So, tell me something about yourself," he ventured casually.

Caught slightly off guard, Siobhan blushed, a hint of surprise flickering across her pretty features before she smiled. "Hmm," she hummed softly.

Jake's smile widened, encouragingly. "How about just a fun fact?" he suggested.

Siobhan's smile turned into a grin. "Okay, then," she began, "my family is actually one of the founding ones of Applinby."

"Whoa, really?" Jake expressed his surprise. "Not Mustard?"

Shaking her head, Siobhan clarified, "No, Mustard arrived a few decades ago. He founded the Master Dojo and has even been elected mayor a few times. But he's a relative newcomer compared to some of the older families here."

"So, I'm traveling with Applinby royalty, huh? My apologies for not bowing, your highness."

Siobhan laughed, the sound echoing lightly off the limestone walls. "Oh, please, this 'princess' has to clean her own boots," she said back.

Jake and Siobhan continued their descent through the limestone pass, the path beneath them gradually widening, offering a reprieve from the more treacherous sections they'd navigated earlier. To the west, the rocky terrain transitioned into the vast expanse of the Training Lowlands, a sprawling grassland that stretched far off into the distance, all the way to the Tower of Waters on the western part of the island. Looking north past the looming silhouette of Tower of Darkness, another large mountain range stretched across the horizon, an impasse to the unusually named Potbottom Desert that lay at the northernmost point of Armor.

On the wider path, Jake could notice the increased presence of other trainers on the Challenge Road. Though they were still few and far in between. small groups and pairs of trainers, dotted the landscape, distant figures navigating the terrain. Some appeared to be exploring the rocky formations, possibly on the hunt for rare Pokémon or seeking out challengers for battles. Others seemed to be engaged in more visible forms of training, actions punctuated by the occasional flash of movement or the distinctive cry of a Pokémon.

Jake found it interesting to observe the wide spectrum of experience among the trainers. Many seemed to be novices, hesitant yet excited, much like himself and Siobhan. However, a few among the trainers gave off a markedly different vibe. These were the older ones, perhaps in their early twenties, who carried themselves with a sense of determination and purpose.

What really caught Jake’s attention was the age range of the trainers they encountered. Most were in their mid to late teens, with a few maybe edging into their early to mid-twenties. “Have you noticed the ages of the trainers around here?” he asked Siobhan, a hint of surprise in his voice. “They all seem so young.”

Siobhan gave him an odd look, as if he was stating the obvious. “Well, yes,” she replied. “Pokémon training isn’t really a long-term profession for most. Unless you’re really good, it’s hard to keep going. A lot of people continue to train casually, enjoy a good battle, and end up working in Pokémon-related fields, or something else. But professional training… it’s expensive. Without wins or sponsorship, it can become too much.”

Jake thought about the young trainers they had passed, each one burning with the fire of ambition and dreams of glory. Pokémon training wasn’t just a pastime or a hobby here; it was a way of life, a path that could lead to fame and fortune or to obscurity and financial strain. The parallels with athletes back home were uncanny—how many young talents pursued sports, music, or acting with dreams of making it big, only to face the harsh realities of competition, injury, or just not being lucky enough?

Jake’s interest was particularly piqued by the sight of trainers in black dojo uniforms. He recalled a conversation with Ciara, where she had explained that the Tower of Darkness was more than just a landmark—it was a dedicated training school led by one of Mustard’s former disciples. This school had carved out a niche on the island by specializing in dark-type Pokémon, with tentative links to the Spikemuth Gym on the Galarian mainland.

From what Jake understood, there were three main trainer schools on Armor: Mustard’s Master Dojo, the Tower of Darkness, and the Tower of Waters. Each of these schools also represented the respective settlements of Applinby, Grimnore, and Timeston. Within these institutions, students engaged in frequent intra-school tournaments and faced various challenges, all aiming to sharpen their skills. But the ultimate goal for many was the Armorshyr Cup, the pinnacle of their aspirations.

It was one of the most anticipated events on Armor, determining which school would reign as the champion of the island. From what Ciara had described, it also formed the basis for Mustard’s final trial—a culmination of his formal tutelage and a qualifying stage for those aiming to make their mark on the larger stage of the Galarian League. It was also the key moment for students to gain recognition and, most importantly, sponsorship, without which reaching the national stage was nearly impossible.

Jake couldn’t help but marvel at the complexity and depth of the Pokémon world he was now part of. It was so much more nuanced than the games had ever suggested, where the path to becoming a Pokémon Champion had seemed so straightforward. The idea of needing to qualify, to prove oneself against a filter that ensured only the best trainers could challenge for the highest honours, made a lot of sense to him now.

It added a layer of realism that the games couldn’t quite convey. Not just any trainer could walk up to a gym leader for a battle, and Jake smirked to himself at the thought. The idea of a gym leader stuck battling a never-ending queue of eager kids from sunrise to sunset was absurd.

“I’ve got a decent shot,” he mused. For Jake, this was a journey toward the power, fame, and fortune he needed to bridge the vast distance to Sinnoh. Armed with his arsenal of knowledge from his earthbound Pokémon expertise, he couldn’t help but wonder, “Just how far can I go?”

Jake shook his head, right now he had more pressing concerns. The sky, which had been threatening all day, was finally making good on its promise. Jake, with a wary eye on their darkening silhouette, couldn't help but quip, "Looks like the real challenge is the weather." Siobhan, flashed a hopeful smile, "Maybe it'll pass?" But deep down, the heavy air and the scent of rain spoke of an unavoidable truth they both recognised: the storm was coming, whether they were ready for it or not.

Their journey had already been a test of endurance, wild Pokémon seemingly emerging from every nook, eager to test their mettle against two human challengers. ‘This place sure lives up to one half of its name’ Jake thought, half-amused, half-exhausted, as he tallied another victory. Yet, each battle whittled down their supplies, his potion stash dwindling alarmingly. "We need to hit a PokéCenter, and soon," he muttered, more to himself than to Siobhan.

The first drops of rain began to fall, light and teasing at first, but gradually growing more insistent. Siobhan pulled her hood tighter around her face, eyes narrowed against the drizzle. "So much for passing," she shouted over the escalating wind, voice resigned.

What started as a gentle shower quickly transformed, skies opening up to unleash a torrential downpour. Jake and Siobhan exchanged a look of shared dismay. The rain hammering down relentlessly, each drop a barrage against Jake's waterproofs, which now seemed laughably inadequate. Water streamed down his face, blurring his vision, soaked through his clothes, clinging coldly to his skin. The sensation was jarring, a cold, persistent drenching that left him shivering despite his efforts to keep moving.

The limestone paths, now slick and treacherous underfoot, demanded their utmost attention. Each step a careful negotiation with slippery rock, a constant battle to maintain balance and forward momentum. Around them, the cliffs and crags rose, offering no solace or shelter from the storm's fury.

They pressed on, the first bolt of lightning cleaving the sky, a stark white against the dark clouds, followed by the deep, ominous rumble of thunder. The landscape around them, once vibrant and teeming with life, took on a sombre tone under the shadow of the storm. The sparse vegetation offering no shelter.

"We've got to keep moving!" Jake yelled, voice barely audible over the roar of the rain and the booming thunder. Siobhan nodded; determination clear even through the veil of water.

Jake and Siobhan pushed forward, the limestone path beneath their feet, once a clear route towards Grimnore, now a slick and treacherous trail. Visibility dwindled as the downpour intensified, each drop stinging needles against their skin. "Can you see any shelter?" Jake shouted, squinting into the deluge.

Siobhan, peering into the gloom, shook her head. The vertical cliff faces on either side offered no reprieve, standing as unyielding monoliths against the tempest. The hope for an overhang or a recess in the rock, somewhere to huddle until the worst passed, seemed increasingly like a wishful fantasy. They were exposed and vulnerable.

The thunder cracked again, closer this time, a raw sound that seemed to shake the very air around them. Lightning illuminated the landscape in stark, fleeting glimpses—each one revealing the barrenness of their surroundings, devoid of any sanctuary. Jake's heart raced, not just from the exertion but from the realisation of their predicament. The cold rain soaked through his clothes, chilling him to the bone, the wind whipped around them, a howling companion to the thunder's roar.

"We can't stop," Siobhan yelled back. "There's got to be something!" But the path forward was as bleak as the sky above, offering no hints of shelter, no promise of safety.

Then, Jake felt an odd, compelling force—a sudden intuition guiding him. The rain obscured much of their surroundings, yet an image flashed unbidden into his mind—a rocky outcrop, shaped remarkably like a giant's bench. It was a curious moment; Jake had never been here physically and had no logical reason to believe such a place existed ahead of them. Scepticism warred with the urgent need for shelter, but the pull grew stronger, guiding his steps. "This way," he called to Siobhan, voice nearly lost to the wind and rain, yet carrying a confidence he didn't fully understand.

Still, Jake followed the strange tug at his consciousness, path twisting and turning, deeper into the storm's heart. The rain hammered down without mercy, reducing visibility to a mere few feet ahead. Despite the surreal certainty that gripped him, Jake couldn't shake off the feeling of venturing into the unknown, guided by an unseen force.

Siobhan, close behind, called out through the torrent, "Jake, how do you know where we're going?" Barely reached him over the howling wind. The terrain underfoot became increasingly difficult to move on, slick with mud and littered with loose stones that threatened to send them sprawling with every step. Yet, the compelling sense in Jake's mind guided him unerringly.

Time seemed to stretch and bend around them, lightning illuminating the sky, casting brief shadows on the ground, highlighting the sheer cliffs that loomed on either side, thunder crashed overhead, and after what felt like an eternity battling the elements, an outcrop appeared, just as it had in Jake's mind—a natural formation, massive and imposing, shaped uncannily like a giant's bench. The odd sensation that had driven him here faded as suddenly as it had arrived, leaving Jake shaking his head, trying to dispel the last remnants.

Siobhan, catching up, stopped short at the sight. "Is this it?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, they both sprinted towards the shelter, desperate to escape the relentless downpour.

The giant's bench was a welcome haven, the overhanging structure providing a much-needed respite from the rain. They huddled together, catching their breath, as the storm continued to rage around them, the adrenaline slowly ebbing from their veins, Jake looked around. "Well, that was... something," he finally said, breaking the silence. Siobhan nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, "Definitely something."

POV – SIOBHAN

Siobhan huddled closer to herself, teeth chattering uncontrollably under the giant’s bench. The storm had battered them in waves, leaving her soaked to the bone and shivering. Despite her discomfort, she was relieved to be out of the storm. Jake was beside her, his usually dusty blonde hair now a sodden mess, clinging to his forehead and mingling with the mud streaked across his skin. Siobhan grimaced; she probably didn’t look much better.

“How did you know to bring us here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she wrapped her arms tighter around herself.

Jake turned to her, his grey-green eyes catching a hint of light that managed to seep into their dim cave, making them glow softly. Despite the cold gnawing at her, Siobhan felt a flicker of warmth inside her at the sight, quickly smothered by the relentless chill.

“I’m not quite sure,” he admitted with a hesitant shrug. “I just knew, somehow.”

Weird, she thought, raising an eyebrow, but before she could say anything, he added with a light chuckle, “Maybe I’m psychic and just never realised it.”

Siobhan couldn’t help but laugh, the sound strangely comforting in the dank, dark space. “Why couldn’t your abilities kick in before we got soaked through?” she teased, her breath forming small clouds in the cold air.

Jake shrugged with a wry smile and reached for a Pokéball. “Maybe this will help,” he said, releasing Iggy into the dimness of their shelter.

No sooner had Iggy appeared than she began darting around the space under the giant’s bench, tiny feet pattering on the rocky ground. Her boundless curiosity led her to sniff at small pebbles and prod at the damp patches with her nose. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she rushed back to Jake, hopping excitedly and crying out, “Cynda!” in a cheerful, high-pitched voice that echoed slightly off the limestone walls.

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing. “I’m glad the cold hasn’t dimmed your spirit, Iggy,” he remarked with a grin. “Speaking of, could you light your fire for us? Just keep it controlled, okay? We don’t need a bonfire, just enough to warm us up.”

Carefully, Jake guided Iggy, showing her how to emit her flames in a steady, controlled manner. It was a delicate balance, ensuring the fire was warm enough to provide comfort without overwhelming the small Pokémon or burning through her energy too quickly. Iggy seemed to understand, concentrating with a seriousness that was almost comical on her face. Slowly, the dormant volcanoes along her back ignited, casting a soft, warm glow and radiating a comforting heat.

Siobhan and Jake huddled around the gentle fire, the cold in their bones receding as they warmed their hands over Iggy’s back. The sound of rain pounding on the rocky plain outside, mixed with the occasional rumble of thunder and flash of lightning, made the warmth all the more welcome.

As the heat enveloped them, the moisture from their clothes slowly evaporated. The chill that had once dominated began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of comfort. But before Siobhan could fully enjoy the warmth, Jake’s sudden shout and the sound of him stumbling backward broke her concentration. She turned just in time to see Jake landing on his butt with a thud, eyes wide with surprise. A giggle escaped her as she asked, “What are you doing?”

Jake, still on the ground, pointed forward. “Look,” he managed to say.

Siobhan followed his pointing finger, the now-brighter firelight revealing a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at them. At first, all she could see were the eyes, glowing softly in the light, watching them with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The silence that followed was heavy, filled only with the sound of their own breathing and the distant rumble of thunder.

Her eyes adjusted; figures attached to those eyes beginning to take shape. Small, quadruped creatures no taller than a foot at the shoulder, huddled together for warmth. Their fur, a natural palette of greys and browns, was matted and soaked, clinging to their small bodies in damp clumps. It made them appear even smaller, more vulnerable under the heavy, relentless rain that had driven them to seek refuge. The rocky manes that adorned their necks, a characteristic trait of their species, seemed almost burdensome now, heavy with water.

Some of the Rockruff were visibly nervous, their bodies tense, eyes wide, darting around as if expecting the shelter to collapse at any moment. Others showed a semblance of confidence, standing guard over the group with stoic determination, their gaze fixed on Siobhan and Jake, assessing the threat. Amidst the varying displays of bravery and anxiety, a few of the younger ones couldn't hide their discomfort, emitting soft, pitiful whines that tugged at Siobhan's heartstrings.

At the very back of the makeshift den, almost hidden by its packmates, was one Rockruff that seemed to draw Siobhan’s attention more than the rest. Curled into a tight ball, it shivered not just from the cold but perhaps from fear or pain as well. The other Rockruff, protective and mindful, had formed a living barrier around it, shielding it from the elements and, inadvertently, from the eyes of the humans who had intruded upon their sanctuary.

A wave of compassion washed over Siobhan. It always amazed her—the duality in Pokémon, how creatures so small and seemingly delicate could possess such resilience and strength. Rockruff were a prime example, capable of defending their territory with surprising ferocity. Yet here they were, made vulnerable by something as mundane as a heavy rainstorm.

Remaining low to the ground, Siobhan extended a hand gently, palm up, a universal gesture of peace. "It's okay," she whispered. "The fire's warm. You'll dry off in no time." She said soothingly.

Jake tried to mimic Siobhan's approach. "Hey there. No need to be afraid. We're all friends here. "Some of the braver, more confident members of the pack took tentative steps forward, noses twitching. Yet, at the slightest movement from their more cautious fellows, they hesitated.

Siobhan slowly reached into her pack, careful not to make any sudden movements that might startle the already wary Rockruff. She pulled out a few berry bars, wrappers crinkling softly in the quiet. She let out a wry sigh, imagining Herbie's disgruntled reaction to her sharing his snacks. "Herbie's going to have a fit," she muttered under her breath. Unwrapping one of the bars, she broke it into smaller pieces, placing them on the ground in front of her.

A few of the braver, more adventurous Rockruff edged forward, noses twitching at the scent of the berry bars. However, at every slight shift from Jake or Siobhan, they would pause, look back at their pack, and the more cautious ones would let out a soft, warning 'Ruff,' causing them to retreat.

Siobhan noticed one Rockruff, standing out not by its boldness but by its calmer attitude. Unlike its peers, this Rockruff seemed to assess the situation with a level of patient understanding. It trotted up to Siobhan, bypassing the offered food with a disinterest that was almost amusing. With a gentle bite at Siobhan's trousers, it tugged insistently, urging her to follow.

"Are you okay?" Jake called out, Iggy looking on with a tilted head.

Siobhan couldn't help but smile, even as she was gently dragged away. "I'm fine, Jake. Don't worry," she reassured him. The other Rockruff watched, barks softening into curious 'Roo' sounds as they made way reluctantly.

In a quieter, dimly lit corner lay an injured Rockruff, its fur matted more than the others, breathing shallow and rapid. The poor creature looked deathly cold, its small body shivering uncontrollably. A pang of worry shot through Siobhan’s heart, and for a moment, panic threatened to cloud her judgment. But then, Mustard’s advice floated to her mind, grounding her: “In a crisis, act methodically.”

Kneeling beside the injured Rockruff, Siobhan examined it with as much gentleness as she could muster. “Hey there, little one. Let’s get you warmed up, okay?” she whispered, her voice steady, though her heart was anything but. She looked over her shoulder, calling back to Jake, “We need to get this one warm, fast. Can you bring some of those dry cloths from my pack?”

Jake motioned for Iggy to sit beside Siobhan, the flames gently burning to provide as much warmth as possible. Handing over the dry cloths to Siobhan, he watched as she tenderly wrapped the shivering pup. The warmth from Iggy’s flames began to fill the small space, casting a comforting glow over the injured Pokémon.

“Alright, who’s ready for fetch?” Jake’s voice echoed slightly under the shelter. He picked up a small stick, giving it a wiggle to catch the attention of the surrounding Rockruff before sending it sailing through the air with a flick of his wrist. The friendlier Rockruff, their spirits instantly lifted by the prospect of play, chased after the stick with eager barks, their tails wagging furiously.

A few of the more reserved Rockruff watched from a distance, interest piqued but their caution still holding them back. Yet, the infectious joy of their packmates playing soon became too much to resist for some, and they took tentative steps forward, their curiosity slowly winning over their initial hesitation.

Before long, Jake found himself the centre of attention, not just of the game but as the base of a pile of wet, enthusiastic puppies. Their damp fur did little to dampen their spirits—or Jake’s—as he laughed and tried to extricate himself from the affectionate heap.

Siobhan shook her head in amusement, grateful that Jake was providing a distraction for the worried pack. He’s like a big kid, she thought. Despite the short time she had known Jake, his easy way with Pokémon and enthusiasm for fun had quickly made him a cherished friend.

Still, Siobhan harbored doubts about Jake’s claimed amnesia and the mysterious circumstances of his arrival on Armor. His extensive Pokémon knowledge seemed at odds with someone suffering from memory loss. There were moments during their training when even Mustard appeared genuinely astonished by Jake’s insight—a reaction that didn’t quite fit with Jake’s own story. It made Siobhan wonder if Jake might be withholding certain details about his past, perhaps for reasons he felt he couldn’t share.

Despite these doubts, Siobhan couldn’t ignore the sincerity in Jake’s voice whenever he spoke of his family. The emotions he expressed were too profound to be anything but genuine, convincing her that at least that part of his story was true.

She felt a twinge of sadness for the family he had been separated from but was heartened by how well he had adapted to life with the Master Dojo students. His skills as a trainer had already earned Ciara’s respect—a feat in itself—and Siobhan believed wholeheartedly that Jake had the potential to achieve great things as a Pokémon trainer. She held onto the hope that, in time, she would gain Jake’s trust enough for him to open up about his history.

She carefully assessed the injured Rockruff's condition, brow furrowed in concentration. Reaching into her pack once more, she retrieved a small, cylindrical bottle with a spray nozzle at the top. Potions worked by stimulating a Pokémon's natural healing processes, accelerating recovery from minor cuts and bruises. However, their effectiveness was limited to superficial injuries and mild ailments.

Siobhan sprayed the potion onto the Rockruff, while checking for signs of more serious conditions. The potion's mist settled on the Rockruff's fur, seeming to soothe its shivers slightly. Yet, Siobhan's noted the persistent signs of lethargy and shallow breathing, symptoms not so easily alleviated by potions alone.

"Looks like hypothermia," Siobhan murmured, "Jake, can you toss me an Ice Heal, please?" Siobhan called out. Jake quickly rummaged through his bag, retrieving a small, frosted blue cylindrical container, throwing it towards Siobhan, who caught it deftly.

Unscrewing the cap, Siobhan revealed a gel-like substance within, designed to be applied directly to the skin. The Ice Heal worked by gently warming and soothing the affected area, reversing the effects of being frozen and helping to restore normal body temperature and mobility. Carefully, Siobhan applied the gel to the Rockruff, focusing on its limbs and torso where the chill of hypothermia was most obvious.

Rockruff’s breathing steadied, its shivering subsiding. However, Siobhan could see that the relief was only superficial.

She sighed. "This helped, but it's not enough. The hypothermia seems deeply set," Siobhan stated. "We need more advanced treatment than what we can do on the spot. It’s stable for now but we should get to a PokéCentre to avoid any permanent damage. Rockruff needs professional care."

Throughout, the calmer Rockruff appeared to grasp the gravity of Siobhan's words, nudging its injured packmate gently, as if to reassure both it and Siobhan.

"We’ll need to move fast once the storm breaks," Siobhan said, shifting from the injured Rockruff to Jake, who was sitting on the ground, a pile of playful Rockruff clambering over his lap. The rhythmic patter of rain on the shelter mixed with the occasional growls and barks of the Rockruff.

Jake sighed, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he glanced momentarily towards the storm outside. "Doesn’t look like its gonna let up anytime soon," he remarked. "I've never seen a storm anything quite like this before."

Siobhan nodded, eyes reflecting the flash of lightning that momentarily illuminated the shelter. "It's definitely a violent one, but this part of Armor is known for it," she responded. "It's why it's one of the few places you can find wild Shinx on the island."

A moment of peace followed as they waited for the storm to fade. Siobhan turned her attention back to Iggy and the Rockruff, focusing on keeping the injured Pokémon warm.

It was then she noticed the calm Rockruff, gaze often settling on her with an intensity that was hard to ignore. This one seemed more serious than its fellows, marked by a quiet authority. It must be this pack's alpha, she thought to herself, observing the way the others looked to it for cues, even while they were cheerfully playing with Jake.

Leaning slightly closer to the alpha, Siobhan spoke in a soft, gentle voice, "Did you all get caught in the storm?" The Rockruff met her gaze nodding.

"And you led your pack here?" she asked. Again, the Rockruff nodded, ears twitching slightly.

Praise came naturally to Siobhan's lips. "You've done well," she commended. The Rockruff's gaze then shifted to the injured member of its pack, emitting a soft, worried whine, concerned that perhaps its efforts weren't enough.

Reaching out gently, Siobhan stroked the Rockruff's head. "The storm came on so suddenly; you did an excellent job finding shelter and help," she soothed. "Not all Pokémon would think to do that. You've likely saved your pack, and definitely this one."

The Rockruff leaned into her touch and a profound sense washed over Siobhan. It was an instinct, something ancient and deep-seated feeling within her. If she were to be asked, it would not be a something she could put into words. Yet the reality, its significance, could not be ignored. In that instant, Siobhan knew—without understanding how or why—a truth as old as time itself: Siobhan and this Rockruff were meant to be partners.

She usually favoured grass-types, she adored their gentle nature, how nurturing they could be, and watching them grow felt so rewarding. Most importantly, they kept her family’s Slowpoke at bay, those creatures, with their vacant stares and incessant dawdling, were the bane of her existence.

Irritation swelled each time she thought about those Slowpoke that meandered aimlessly around her home. “Honestly,” she muttered, a rare edge of frustration cutting through her usually gentle tone. “They just wander into everything, utterly oblivious. Taking up all the space, leaving me no room to breathe. They never listen, never seem to understand—just staring off into who knows where,” she grumbled under her breath.

She knew they weren’t as dumb as they looked. “They’re plotting against me!” she’d argue to her parents, recalling countless moments of stumbling over them when she least expected it. “Always finding new ways to trip me up, barging into my room, invading my personal space.”

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“Cursed creatures,” she muttered. “They act so dumb, but I’m sure they know exactly what they’re doing. Barging in, making a nuisance of themselves. Infuriating!”

Her mutterings seemed to reach the Rockruff beside her, which shrank back slightly, its ears drooping a bit, startled. Catching the nervous glance from the Pokémon, Siobhan quickly sought to reassure it. “Don’t worry, I know you’d never be like that,” she declared, perhaps a bit too forcefully. The Rockruff nodded vigorously, its attempt at a smile wavering on its face, as if agreeing was its only option.

Observing the Rockruff closely, Siobhan searched its expression for any hint of Slowpoke-like behaviour. After a moment, seeing none of the dreaded aimlessness she so despised, she allowed herself to relax, her shoulders dropping as the tension ebbed away. She smiled at the Rockruff, who seemed to exhale a breath it had been holding, relaxing as well. In its mind, a single thought seemed to resonate: ‘This girl is more intense than she looks!’

Siobhan gently reassured the Rockruff, a shadow of doubt clouding her thoughts. Unlike Ciara, who loved the thrill of Pokémon battles, and Jake’s almost unbelievable knowledge of Pokémon moves. Siobhan felt her own path as a trainer was less defined. The fear of being left behind, of Ciara and now Jake moving to heights she could never hope to achieve, sometimes worried her. Armor, for all its familiarity, felt confining at times. She cherished her family dearly—Slowpoke notwithstanding—and yet, she yearned to explore the wider world beyond.

Mustard’s school had opened the door, and Siobhan was determined not to let it close. She resolved would overcome this trial ahead and seize the chance to walk alongside her friends. This storm would pass, and with it, the trials. She would join her friends on their adventures, embracing the journey for as long as fate would allow.

POV - JAKE

Sitting on the cold, rocky floor, Jake found himself in the midst of a cheerful pile of pups, each vying for a spot on his lap. He idly petted some of them, his gaze settled on Iggy, who was reliably staying close to the injured Rockruff that Siobhan was tending to, flames well controlled. It was amazing how quickly Iggy had become better at that—he was no longer quite so fearful of having his face melted whenever he got too close.

The alpha Rockruff beside Siobhan, was a remarkably calm, even patient example of its species, despite its packmates injury. ‘Might be an 'Own Tempo' Rockruff,’ Jake mused. He knew that this particular trait could one day enable it to evolve into a Dusk-Form Lycanroc, which must be an incredibly rare Pokémon to see given that it would need to accumulate the right amount of energy at the precise moment of dusk, whenever that could be defined.

The other Rockruff on his lap were far from calm, shedding their earlier caution as they playfully tussled with each other, competing for his attention. The Pokédex had stated that these Pokémon were intensely loyal to their trainers but could become more vicious as they matured. These Rockruff were pretty cheerful, so Jake guessed that these pups actually were pups. His classes on Pokémon biology had introduced him to the fact that not all Pokémon evolved, which might seem obvious, but it could result in some rather peculiar situations—like an aged Rockruff still living beside its much younger Lycanroc offspring.

Jake was having random thoughts again, but to be fair he was a little put out by this storm. The weather in this world was much more prone to random change and did not seem to quite follow the more predictable seasonal patterns as it did on Earth. Perhaps a Zapdos decided to take a jaunt to Armor for the day or something?

"Can't believe this bloody weather!" A loud voice cut through the moment, Jake’s head snapping towards the entrance.

At the sound, the Rockruff surrounding him instantly tensed, playfulness vanishing. They quickly formed a protective crescent around Jake and the injured Rockruff, bodies rigid, eyes fixed on the shelter's entrance.

The alpha Rockruff took command. With a subtle gesture, a tilt of its head, two of the pack took positions on either side of Jake, stance alert, muscles coiled. Another pair positioned themselves behind a large boulder that jutted out from the rocky floor, using it as both cover and vantage point, eyes never leaving the entrance.

The ground underfoot was rocky and uneven, providing natural cover and vantage points. Some Rockruff perched atop the boulders. Despite their loyal readiness to defend, Jake issued a quiet warning, "Hold back, let's see who it is first. They're probably just seeking shelter from the storm." The Rockruff, though clearly reluctant, obeyed, growling low.

The voices grew louder, accompanied by the sound of footsteps splashing through puddles, before four figures burst into the shelter, appearance as dishevelled as their voices were loud. Dressed in reds and oranges, clothing clinging to their bodies, soaked through from the rain.

"Like we've been cursed or summat," groaned one of the boys, shaking his head so fiercely that droplets of water flung in all directions. Jake tilted his head, intrigued by the accent that echoed hints of the northern ones from home, familiar yet still distinctive enough to be fantastical.

Another boy, slightly taller, pointed an accusing finger at one of his companions. "This is all yer fault, Danny! Yer were s'posed t' check t' weather 'fore we left. Look at us now!"

Danny, a lanky figure with hair plastered to his forehead, retorted defensively. "Ow was I t' know it'd turn out like this, eh? It's not like I've got a weather machine or owt."

Their bickering filled the shelter, among them, the shortest—dark hair matted down by rain, with a long fringe obscuring one eye—seemed particularly agitated. "And those daft trainers earlier, messing with us. Wouldn't even give us a hint about where that bitch is at," he raged.

"And not a single fire Pokémon in sight, what with this downpour. All the Fletchling have scarpered, too," one of the trainers said, his disappointment evident as he wrung out the hem of his soaked jacket.

The shorter one, with dark hair clinging to his forehead and covering one eye, huffed in frustration. "Benny, I thought you said your intel was good. Where's Regina? She was supposed to be here," he grumbled, carrying an edge of accusation.

Benny scratched his head, clearly confused. "Well, Ren, I... I thought it were right. Y'know, the place an' all... maybe she's just late, or the storm's got 'er held up somewhere else," he offered, his attempt at justification trailing off into uncertainty.

Ren's patience ended. "Dimwit! It's your daft intel that's got us soaked to the bone, isn't it?" he snapped, causing Benny to shrink back deflated.

As Ren turned his attention from berating Benny, he finally noticed their surroundings—and the Rockruff growling defensively in front of Jake. "Look at these filthy mutts," Ren scoffed, glaring at the Pokémon. "Shut up, will ya?" he barked at them.

Jake felt a twinge of surprise at the hostility. So far, his encounters in the Pokémon world had been with friendly, if not downright helpful, people. ‘Guess there are pricks in every world,’ he mused internally, stepping forward, despite his thoughts there was an injured Pokemon nearby, it probably would be best not to escalate if he didn’t have to.

Ren's gaze shifted to Jake for the first time, taking in his appearance. Jake noted Ren's distinctively oriental features, suggesting he may originate from one of the far-off regions. "And 'ere's another filthy mutt," Ren remarked disdainfully to his companions, eliciting a chuckle from two of them.

The Rockruff, seemed to understand the insult all too well, growled unhappily at Ren's words and took a step forward menacingly. Jake, sensing the tension rising, quickly intervened. "Easy, guys," he urged, his voice firm yet calm, commanding the Rockruff to hold back.

Turning his attention back to Ren, Jake addressed him directly, his tone even but assertive. "As you can see, my friends and I don't appreciate being called mutts. Look, we’re all here to obviously escape the storm, why not just settle down so we can happily ignore you?"

Ren scoffed at that. "And who are you to tell me what to do?" he shot back.

"And who are you to come in here and act like an idiot?" he retorted.

"How dare tha' speak to me that way! D'ya know who I am?" Ren's anger flared.

"Don't care." Jake responded flatly

"I'm Ren Hiyama."

Jake, unimpressed, asked, "Is that supposed to mean something?" He glanced behind him to see Siobhan now standing up warily, who shook her head slightly, indicating she was as clueless as he was.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a long blonde-haired pretty boy stepped forward with a deep sonorous voice. "Allow me the distinct honour of presenting to you, the illustrious Scion of Flame, the progeny of the esteemed Gym Leader Kabu Hiyama of Motorstoke, none other than Ren himself!" He flourished a dramatic bow.

Not stopping there, he continued with a flourish, "Bearer of the eternal flame, destined challenger of Galar, the unparalleled, the undefeated... apart from that one time, oh and that other one, but never mind the details! Anyway, the—"

"Tha' get it, now shut up, Jacob!" Ren interrupted forcefully, staring at him with anger.

Jacob, undeterred and not missing a beat, executed an overly dramatic bow in Ren's direction, his grin wide. "Of course, my lord," he responded with a flourish. He then gave a cheeky grin and thumbs up at Jake, who just raised an eyebrow.

Jake found himself surprised by the revelation. From what he remembered, Kabu was originally a trainer from Hoenn who later moved to Galar to take up the mantle of a Fire-type gym leader. That likely explained the red and orange attire of the trainers. Kabu was known for his attempts at the championship, employing a relentless battling style, though he consistently fell short just before the final victory. The video games had never hinted at Kabu having a son, and from what Jake had seen so far, this son bore little resemblance to his father's reputedly more honourable disposition.

To Jake's surprise, Ren and his companions backed off after that, deciding it might be best to try attempt dry off. Watching them retreat, Jake felt his shoulders relaxing slightly and he and the Rockruff pack rambled over to where Siobhan was with the alpha Rockruff, the injured one, and Iggy. The Rockruff gathered closely around Jake's legs and Jake couldn't help but smile wryly at how quick they had become attached to him.

Turning to Siobhan, "Ren was... quite the ass, wasn't he?" Jake remarked, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words.

Siobhan giggled at that, then responded, "They're mainlanders. Sometimes they come to Armor and stir things up. Armor's a bit different from the rest of Galar, and mainlanders don't always know how to ask for help properly."

Jake raised an eyebrow, a bit puzzled. ‘Surely you just ask nicely?’ But then, memories of tourists from back on Earth, came to mind. He sighed, a realisation that while the Pokémon world was filled with wonders, some aspects of human behaviour sadly remained consistent across dimensions.

Noticing Iggy maintaining her flame, Jake commended her, "You're doing a great job there, Iggy."

Iggy looked up at him, her cry of "Cynda!" almost proud, as if to say, "Of course I am!"

Grinning at her response, Jake then turned back to Siobhan, curious. "Do you have any other source of fire?"

With an "Ah!" of realisation, Siobhan reached into her seemingly bottomless bag and produced a portable gas fire. Jake, amused dryly commented, "Is there anything you don't have in that bag?"

Siobhan laughed, a hint of sheepishness in her tone. "I might have gone a bit overboard before we left," she admitted.

Picking up Iggy and placing her gently on his lap, Jake felt an immediate warmth spread through him, the chill in his bones dissipating as the Cyndaquil snuggled closer, happily wriggling in contentment. "Let's give you a break, huh?" he murmured to her, a smile crossing his face as Siobhan ignited her portable gas fire, ready to take over the duty of keeping the injured Rockruff warm.

Around him, the pack of Rockruff began to relax a bit, though a few maintained a vigilant watch over the four trainers who continued to bicker among themselves, their complaints echoing off the shelter's walls. Amidst this, Jacob, one of Ren's companions with long blonde hair, approached with an easy grin, causing the Rockruff to tense up again. "Sorry for my companion from earlier," he began, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture. "He's had a bit of a rough day."

Jake nodded in understanding, tension easing. "So have we, but I can understand," he replied. "Good name, by the way," Jake added with a chuckle.

Jacob laughed at that, shaking Jake's hand warmly. "Thanks, mate. Same goes to you." Siobhan introduced herself, receiving a polite nod from Jacob, who seemed a few years their senior and decidedly more level-headed than his companions.

Jake couldn't help but comment on the difference. "You don't seem quite like your friends there."

Jacob nodded, a wry smile on his face. "We're all part of the Motostoke Gym. Kabu asked me to accompany those three, try to keep them out of trouble." He laughed, a sound that carried a mix of resignation and amusement. "As you can see, I'm not doing the best of jobs."

His tone sobered a bit. "Kabu’s a dedicated trainer, a good man. But he's been so focused on his training, seems like he's neglected his son a bit," Jacob admitted quietly, casting a glance back at Ren.

Jake listened, nodding in understanding, being a trainer left very little time to yourself, Jake had discovered. He could not imagine what it would be like to be a gym leader and attempt to be a champion at same time.

"Mind if I take a seat by the fire? Need a rest after trying to look after that lot," Jacob said, gesturing back towards his companions with a thumb over his shoulder.

"Of course, but please be mindful of this injured one," Siobhan replied, indicating the Rockruff wrapped in cloth near the fire.

Jacob's expression shifted to concern. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realise. I've got some potions if you need?"

Siobhan thanked him but explained they had already administered what they could; the Rockruff needed professional care once the storm cleared. Jacob, now seated by the fire, took note of Jake and Siobhan's mustard yellow belts."Given by the belts, you must be Mustard's students," he remarked.

Siobhan confirmed, "Yes, that's right," and Jake added, "We're on his second trial at the moment."

Jacob exhaled a long breath, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Old Master Mustard still going strong, I see."

Siobhan, with a hint of pride, responded, "Obviously, he's a former champion."

"Yeah, I know that. I've seen the history. Eighteen years as a champion is no small feat. But these days, if you talk to most of the younger ones in Galar, they've never heard of him."

Siobhan's reaction was one of disbelief. "Really?" she questioned, unable to hide her shock.

Jacob laughed, though not unkindly. "It's been over thirty years since he was champion, after all. And Mustard's been away for a long while. I, myself, only found out when I researched Armor after Ren decided to come here. Some of the older generation remember, but there have been quite a few champions since."

Jake watched as Siobhan seemed to grapple with this revelation, her worldview crumbling to ash. He placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, understanding from his own country all too well how quickly the public's memory could fade, even for those who had once been at the pinnacle of their field.

"And let me tell you, I was surprised to find out that not only was Mustard here on Armor, but he also had a school here and was a mayor," Jacob continued, his chattiness painting him as a well-informed and sociable individual.

Jake found Jacob's openness refreshing, noting how different he was from the typical gym trainers he remembered from the games, who usually stuck to their posts without much interaction.

Jacob mentioned encountering trainers with black belts earlier in the day. Siobhan, having somewhat regained her composure, explained, "Those must be Tower of Darkness students, probably undergoing their own trials."

"Where did you get the Cyndaquil?" Jacob inquired, looking at Iggy, who was now contently napping in Jake's lap. The surrounding Rockruff, including the alpha by Siobhan's side, seemed to have relaxed completely, accepting Jacob's presence without further tension.

"Iggy was a reward from Mustard for completing his first trial." Jake explained, stroking her small head gently, not to disturb her sleep.

"That's impressive," Jacob remarked. "Probably one of the first Cyndaquil ever to be in Galar, that."

Their quiet moment of appreciation was abruptly interrupted by Ren, who, having settled down from his earlier outburst, had wandered over, "Any talk of fire Pokémon's gotta include me," he announced, his voice booming as he peered over Jacob's shoulder to catch a glimpse of Iggy. "Woah, a real live Cyndaquil!" he exclaimed.

Startled by the sudden intrusion, Iggy woke up with a start, flames flaring defensively. Jake, acting quickly, picked her up and turned her away, her flames shooting out harmlessly into the open air. He sighed with relief, turning to Ren annoyed. "What the hell are you doing?" Though Ren seemed too intrigued by Iggy's display to heed his words.

"Look at them flames, it really is a Cyndaquil. Ne'er thought I'd see one," Ren continued, fascination unabated as Benny and Danny also craned their necks for a better look behind him.

Feeling the weight of their stares, Iggy huddled closer into Jake, a soft "Cynda?" escaping her as if questioning the sudden attention. Jake gently stroked her to soothe her nerves, this didn't go unnoticed by Ren, whose eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion.

At the noise, the Rockruff pack was on their feet in an instant, forming a protective circle around Jake and Iggy, growling a low warning. Jake urged them to calm down, voice steady but wary of Ren's inability to grasp the potential danger posed by seemingly small Pokémon. The Rockruff, though reluctantly, settled down once more, though their eyes remained fixed on Ren, Benny, and Danny, ready to leap to their friends' defence at the slightest provocation.

Ren, caught up in his excitement, turned to Danny and Benny, proclaiming, "Looks like luck's finally kicking in, boys."

"Finally, a rare Pokémon," Danny echoed, the anticipation clear in his voice as he and Benny moved closer to Ren, forming a small, eager circle.

Benny chimed in with a nod, "Imagine havin' a Typhlosion on yer team, More than makes up for that Ponyta you wanted."

Ren nodded eagerly. "Leon's got hisself a Charizard and became champion. If I, a fire master, 'ad a Typhlosion... My father..." Ren mused, the idea clearly captivating him as he licked his lips in eager anticipation.

Jake did not like the direction this conversation seemed to be going, Iggy's discomfort mirroring his own. She became agitated, burying further into his lap as if trying to hide. Siobhan watched with a guarded expression, trying to gauge Ren's next move.

Taking a deep breath, Jake attempted to radiate calmness for Iggy's sake. He was about to voice his concerns when Jacob interjected with a surprising amount of authority, "You do realise you're talking about another trainer's Pokémon, right?"

Ren straightened up, caught off guard for a moment. "I know, I know," he said, though the way he brushed it off made it clear he hadn't really thought it through. Then, with a determined look, he turned to Jake. "How much d'you want for it?"

"For what?" Jake asked, surprised by the bluntness.

The atmosphere within the shelter grew tense, a contrast to the storm just beyond their makeshift haven. Rain continued to batter the exterior, thunder rumbled, flashes of lightning intermittently illuminated the shelter's interior, casting shadows on Ren’s seemingly serious expression.

"For the Cyndaquil. How much d'ye want for it?” Ren said impatiently.

Jake was momentarily taken aback, the idea of buying and selling Pokémon wasn't foreign to him—after all, in some of the earlier games, there had been a game corner where coins could be exchanged for Pokémon. But that was distant, abstract, far removed from the living, breathing Cyndaquil that now sought comfort in his lap. The idea of parting with any of his Pokémon, for money or anything else, struck him as utterly inconceivable.

"Iggy's not for sale," Jake said firmly.

Ren looked stunned by the refusal. "What? But I can offer you a lot of money. Just name your price."

Jake's amazement quickly turned to firm resolve. "I will never sell any of my Pokémon," he stated unequivocally, hugging Iggy protectively to his chest. "Not for any price."

Iggy nestled deeper into his arms with a soft "Cynda, quil," as if to say, "That’s right, I’m not going anywhere." Jake felt a surge of affection for his loyal companion.

Jacob, on the other hand, seemed resigned rather than surprised by Ren's offer. "Jake's said no, Ren. This conversation’s over."

But Ren wasn’t ready to let it go. "No, it’s not. We’re still negotiating," he insisted, turning back to Jake. "Seriously, money’s no issue. I can pay whatever you want."

Siobhan’s look of disgust mirrored Jake’s feelings. "Did you really just try to buy a Pokémon?" she asked, clearly appalled. Her orange hair, now starting to dry, framed her face in soft waves. Ren’s eyes lingered on her for the first time, his cheeks flushing. He stammered, “Y-yeah, so... what’s... what’s yer problem?"

Jake watched Ren cautiously. He couldn't help but recall a story his mother had once shared about a child she once treated that had issues with selective recognition, a condition where the individual focused so intently on one thing that they became oblivious to everything else around them. Ren did not seem quite so bad as to need clinical treatment, but Jake could see certain signs in his behaviour.

Jacob interjected curiously. "Is it that strange to try to buy a Pokémon? I heard you've got a Pokémon trader here... Regina, I think she was called."

Siobhan, momentarily taken aback by Ren's stuttering, responded, "Yes, I know of Regina. She comes around Applinby sometimes. Mustard doesn't like what she does though. He says that a bond bought or traded for can never be the same as one won." She said it so firmly that there could be no doubt that she carried the same belief.

Jacob nodded, murmuring, "So that's how people see it here." He said, "There are a few like that on the mainland too, but sometimes, it's the only way to track down rare Pokémon. Not everyone can jet around like Mustard does."

Siobhan gave a nod, a touch of sadness in her eyes. "Mustard tried to keep Regina from coming to Armor, but since it's not illegal, there wasn't much he could do."

Ren stumbled over his words, "Y-yeah, it's not illegal, so y-you can't stop me." Siobhan glanced at him, puzzled by his awkwardness. Jake, quietly observing, couldn't help but smile. She really has no idea, does she?

"What if we did a trade instead?" he suggested, his accent thickening with enthusiasm. "I've got a Ponyta. How about swappin' it for your Cyndaquil? It's a fair trade, ain't it? Thought about tradin' it with Regina, but Cyndaquil... they're somethin' else. Better, like. So, what d'you say?"

Jake felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. While he had engaged in Pokémon trades within the games to evolve certain Pokémon, the prospect of trading Iggy, a real, living companion, felt unsettling. "No," he said firmly, echoing Siobhan's earlier sentiment. "Look, as Jacob said, I'm not parting with Iggy. You could offer me a Dragonite, and I'd still say no. My bonds with my Pokémon won’t be treated so lightly."

Ren's frustration boiled over at Jake's refusal, his earlier attempts at negotiation giving way to outright rage. "Why can't you just accept it, eh? I plan on being a fire master. I can't do that without strong fire Pokémon. I need that Cyndaquil."

"That’s your problem, not mine," Jake replied, his patience wearing thin. "You’re not getting Iggy, and that’s final."

"What do you mean, no?!" he exploded. The rage seemed to pour out of him, filling the small space with his loud, angry voice that even overpowered the sound of the storm outside for a moment. "I need that Cyndaquil, do you hear me?" he shouted, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

The Rockruff, sensing the hostility, immediately formed a protective barrier around Jake and Iggy, growling loudly. Ren, caught up in his fury, seemed for a moment like he might lose all control, his eyes darting wildly from Jake to the protective circle of Pokémon and back again.

Suddenly, as if hitting an unseen brake, Ren's anger started to deflate. His shouts turned to grumbles, his pacing slowed, and the wild look in his eyes dimmed, leaving everyone, including his own friends Danny and Benny, visibly confused by the abrupt change.

The shelter, lit intermittently by flashes of lightning, cast shadows that made the scene even more surreal. Ren's rage, once a blazing inferno, cooled to a simmering anger, breaths coming in sharp, controlled gasps. With a final, tension-filled pause, he fixed Jake with a stare that could curdle milk and said through gritted teeth, "You're one of Mustard's trainers, eh? Fine, prove to me that you're good enough to keep that Cyndaquil. Battle me!"

POV - ???

In the dimming light, a curious presence flits through the shadows, watching with fascination as bipedal figures navigate the overworld. She is curious, looking around as she follows at a distance, unseen yet observant, drawn to the peculiar actions of these two-legged wanderers. The approaching storm stirs a thrill within her; the cool touch of raindrops is a delightful sensation; the sky lights up at her. She lights back. Nothing happens.

It is difficult to keep pace with their steps. A touch of sadness. In a bid to help, she reaches out with her mind—an intriguing shape, a guide. To her delight, they alter their course, following the suggestion. A wave of gleeful satisfaction washes over her. She was understood. How interesting.

The storm captures her attention, she has not seen one before, its energy captivating. She revels in the sensation of raindrops against her, the sky's occasional bright flashes met with her own playful response. Yet, in the tempest's embrace, she senses the presence of the electric bird, its power a call to her curiosity. She searches, gaze piercing the rain's veil, hoping for a glimpse.

Oh dear, her attention has wandered too freely, the bipedals have vanished from her sight. A pang of sadness touches her, the loss of her subjects casting a temporary shadow over her spirited exploration. But then, fortune smiles—or perhaps, fate guides her gaze to four other subjects rushing around. How interesting.

She floats closer, joy fills her at the sight of the familiar bipedals among the newcomers. She hadn't lost them after all. Contentment settles in, yet boredom soon follows as the group does nothing but sit around. Why don't they want to play in the rain with her?

Driven by a desire to infuse the scene with excitement, she decides to intervene, albeit with a gentle touch. A slight influence here, a nudge there. Alas, her attempts don't go as planned. The shorter one among them, fuelled by an unseen push, makes a brash decision. She winces internally—this wasn't her intention.

Apologies whispered into the void, she tries once more to rectify her mistake, pulling at the threads of the situation with more care. This time calming the rising storm of emotions among the bipedals, though not without leaving a trace of confusion in its wake.

Relief washes over her as the atmosphere shifts towards something resembling excitement. Finally. Her subjects retrieve peculiar spherical objects, their preparation for what comes next sparking a new interest within her. They face each other. She is curious.

POV - JAKE

Jake sighed, why could he not just complete his trial in peace? He just had to be interrupted by this storm, and now this trainer who seemed prone to mood swings. Calm one minute, raging at the next, then calm again. Jake did not know what to think. Ren had his sympathies to some degree, he had the signs of a troubled soul. If his mother were here, he'd recommend her counsel in a heartbeat.

He stood at the edge of the shelter, the storm outside casting the world in a veil of relentless rain and mist. Shielded from the relentless downpour by the giant's bench above, Jake and Ren faced each other on the ground just within the shelter's edge which was slick with moisture that had seeped in from the storm. The limestone underfoot, though craggy and uneven, provided a solid stage for the impending clash. Jake took note of the challenging terrain, mind going through his options. Trixie was out of the question, still too exhausted from earlier, and Iggy, though a fighter, seemed quite content to sit this one out, snuggled up with Siobhan and the Rockruff on a nearby rock, enjoying some treats.

The choice was clear to Jake; he needed a Pokémon that could navigate the slippery, uneven ground with ease. Jekyll was an option, but not the right one for this battle. And so, he settled on his choice, feeling the weight of the decision.

Jacob, assuming the role of referee with an air of casual authority, laid out the terms. "This'll be a one-on-one battle," he announced, voice carrying clearly over the sound of the rain. "As agreed, the winner gets their pick of an item from the loser's pack." Jake nodded. There was no way he'd wager Iggy, not on a battle with some unknown kid.

As he faced Ren, Jake could see the other boy's dark hair beginning to dry, the one visible dark eye fixed on him with an intensity that belied a simmering anger. Taking a deep breath to centre himself, Jake prepared for the match. "Battle start!" Jacob's voice cut through the tension.

Pokéballs arced through the air, releasing their occupants into the fray. Arthrox materialised in front of Jake, poised and ready. Across from them, Ren's choice was revealed: a peculiar mon with an extremely flat, almost rectangular body. Vibrant red segments seemed to pulse with an internal fire, an intimidating glow around it. From beneath its body, where the details were obscured from Jake's view, white smoke billowed out, suggesting the presence of vents of some kind.

‘Of course, if I have a Venipede Ren would have a Sizzlipede. To stumble upon such a rival a month into my journey... I’m outdoing.... uh, not a lot of protagonists at this rate.’ He shook his head; there he goes thinking he’s in some story again.

The very moment the two Pokémon locked eyes, something in the air shifted. A primal feeling of sheer and utter hatred permeated the atmosphere, thick enough to cut with a knife. Arthrox, upon glimpsing the Sizzlipede, went beyond mere aggression into a state of near fanatical outrage. He began vibrating with an intensity that conveyed not just a willingness but a fervent desire to engage in combat.

"Sizzli!" Ren's Pokémon responded, own body tensing up, flames flickering more aggressively around its segments. The Sizzlipede's reaction, though fierce, paled in comparison to the vehement display put on by Arthrox. It was clear the Sizzlipede wanted to fight, but Arthrox? Arthrox seemed to crave it on a level that bordered on obsession.

Arthrox's antennae twitched uncontrollably. "Veni!" he cried out, a sound so charged with hostility it seemed to vibrate through the very ground they stood on. This wasn't just a battle cry; it was a declaration of war, a promise of the havoc he intended to wreak.

Jake, witnessing the extreme reaction from Arthrox. "Easy, buddy," he tried to soothe, knowing full well that if Arthrox went too far in this state, there was little that could calm him down. “We have to work together, remember?”

Arthrox seemed to hear him, relaxed a little, but Jake could see he was like a coiled spring. “Look, Sizzlipede are most dangerous to you if they try to wrap you with their bodies. We can’t let that happen, so we need to be disciplined, you understand?” Jake said steadily.

Arthrox, with a newfound sense of controlled aggression, visibly steadied himself at Jake's command of 'discipline'. Jake offered a firm nod of approval. "Good," he whispered, locking eyes with Arthrox, both of them ready for what was to come.

Jake's gaze shifted towards Ren, he caught the other trainer's gesture—Ren was pointing at Arthrox while his other hand concealed his mouth. ‘Clever,’ Jake thought, smirking, ‘hearing his moves would've given me an unfair advantage anyway.’

Quickly, Jake leaned towards Arthrox, issuing his commands in a hushed, urgent tone. "Keep mobile, use the wet surface of the rocks to your advantage. Move quickly," he instructed, eyes locked on the battlefield, where the slick, rain-soaked rocks glistened in the faint light of the shelter.

Ren wasted no time. "Sizzlipede, let's light 'em up!" he bellowed. The Sizzlipede responded with fervour, its body igniting into a fiery wheel, speeding towards Arthrox with intent.

Reacting swiftly, Jake called out, "Arthrox, Toxic, front and centre!" The Venipede unleashed a stream of poisonous liquid, covering the slick surface in front of him with a hazardous sheen. Ren, overhearing Jake's command, shouted, "Oi, stop!" cautioning his Sizzlipede to halt its fiery charge to avoid the poisoned terrain.

Frustration crept into Ren's voice as his initial attack was thwarted. "Blast it, can't even land a hit!" he exclaimed, voice echoing off the surrounding terrain.

Jake observed Ren, noting the other trainer's aggressive battle style. This must be some imitation of Kabu he mused. ‘Kabu's style is known for being no-holds-barred, whatever that means.’ Jake thought. The games often simplified battles into straightforward type advantages, where Sizzlipede's fire would typically overwhelm Arthrox's bug and poison types. ‘But this isn't a game,’ Jake grinned confidently.

Using Sizzlipede’s delay, Jake called to Arthrox, "Into the gaps between the limestone! Use them!" Arthrox darted toward the uneven ground, melding with the shadows between the large limestone rocks, disappearing from Ren's line of sight with an almost burrowing motion. Arthrox took advantage of the natural cover, moving beneath the protrusions and between the crevices that the rain had made slick and the shelter had covered in shadow.

From Ren’s view keeping track of Arthrox became a game of guesswork. The Venipede's adept use of the terrain to vanish and reappear at will frustrated Ren's attempts to direct Sizzlipede's attacks effectively. "Where are ya, ya little bugger?" Ren shouted.

Jake seized the opportunity. "Arthrox, Poison Sting, now!" he called out, his voice laced with excitement. Moments later, Arthrox burst from an unseen nook on the battlefield, launching a volley of sharp, glistening stings towards Sizzlipede. The impact made Sizzlipede wince and flare up, a visible reaction to the sudden and precise assault.

Ren, quick to respond despite his initial surprise, barked, "Now, Ember!" Arthrox, anticipating the retaliation, darted back into the maze of crags and crevices, disappearing from sight once again. Jake couldn't help but grin, watching the plan unfold perfectly. "That's great, keep it up," he murmured to himself, the terrain practice at the dojo was really paying off.

Jake's command turned the battle into guerrilla warfare, Arthrox striking from unexpected angles, using the limestone's natural gaps as both shield and sword. Each appearance calculated, allowing Arthrox to launch quick, targeted attacks before slipping back into the labyrinthine rock formations.

Undeterred, Ren shouted, "Follow it! Use Flame Wheel!" Sizzlipede revved up for the command, body igniting as it attempted to follow Arthrox's last known path. However, Jake was already a steps ahead. "Toxic Spikes," he instructed quietly, confident in Arthrox's ability to lay the deadly traps unseen beneath the limestone's rugged surface.

Ren paused, aggression halted by uncertainty, not sure how to navigate this unseen hazard. Then, a grin spread across his face. Jake's confidence wavered into caution.

"Sizzlipede, show 'em what we're made of!" Ren's voice boomed across the battlefield. The lack of a specific command left Jake puzzled, scanning the field for any hint of Ren's plan.

It wasn't until the air around Sizzlipede began to shimmer with intense heat that realisation dawned on Jake. "Fire Spin," he muttered under his breath, the recognition coming almost too late. The battlefield's atmosphere thickened, temperature soaring as Sizzlipede started to whip up a fiery vortex, a blur within the swirling flames.

"Quickly, Arthrox, get out of there! Use Screech!" Jake's command was urgent, desperate to disrupt the impending Fire Spin. From beneath the ground, a high-pitched, ear-splitting sound erupted, humid air magnifying its reach. The battlefield was enveloped in an uncomfortable piercing sound, causing everyone—spectators and Pokémon alike—to wince. The Rockruff whined, casting accusatory glances at Jake, who was too caught up with his own ringing ears to offer any consolation. He really needed to find some ear protectors.

Screech, while not stopping the Fire Spin, delayed it just enough. Sizzlipede, caught off guard by the sudden assault on its senses, faltered. This momentary lapse gave Arthrox the opening needed to emerge from the subterranean maze. With agility that seemed to mock the very notion of being trapped, Arthrox burst from the ground, only just missing the belated flame.

In the brief lull that followed, as everyone tried to recover from the disorienting Screech, Jake surveyed the battlefield with a critical eye. His gaze drifted towards the entrance of the shelter. A plan quickly took shape in his mind, a grin spreading internally at the thought.

"Alright, Arthrox, let's reshape this battlefield to our advantage," Jake spoke with renewed vigour. "Smear Toxic over the slick paths, especially where Sizzlipede is likely to charge. We'll funnel it down our lanes."

Arthrox moved with purpose. The Venipede's body rolled in harmony with Jake's tactical vision, oozing Toxic over the rain-slicked limestone. Arthrox targeted the ground with precision, the poison spreading across strategic areas of the terrain, creating shimmering, hazardous zones that were almost beautiful in their lethality.

Ren, quick to recognise the threat, was not about to let this tactic go uncontested. "Sizzlipede, dodge those poison patches! Flame Wheel, burn through!" he commanded. Sizzlipede, body alight, attempted to navigate the increasingly treacherous battlefield, flames seeking to neutralise the poison wherever possible. However, the slick surface complicated its movements, poison threatening to seep into its segments at every turn.

"Sizzlipede's struggling with the terrain. Perfect," Jake noted, watching as their plan began to take shape. "Now, Arthrox, Rollout! Use your speed to our advantage!" At Jake's command, Arthrox curled into its spiky ball form, speed enhanced by the wet, slick rocks beneath it. The Venipede became a blur, darting effortlessly across the battlefield, too quick and nimble for Sizzlipede to land a direct hit.

The effect of the toxic terrain on Sizzlipede was becoming evident. Each attempt to charge or attack was met with the challenge of navigating a minefield of poison. The once straightforward approach of brute force was now a game of tactical evasion, Sizzlipede forced into the narrow channels Jake and Arthrox had engineered. The hazardous zones not only limited Sizzlipede's options but also began to wear on its endurance, each misstep a risk of toxic exposure.

Jake's strategy was clear: manoeuvre Sizzlipede into a position where it had no choice but to attack down specific, controlled paths, paths that were riddled with Toxic and Toxic Spikes. "Keep laying those Spikes, Arthrox. Let's close in the net," Jake instructed, eyes on the evolving battlefield. Arthrox complied, depositing Toxic Spikes along the predetermined paths, further ensnaring Sizzlipede in their tactical web.

As the poisonous barriers narrowed Sizzlipede's options, Ren's frustration escalated. His attempts to break through with Embers and Flame Wheels were met with Arthrox's agile dodging. The Venipede using the natural ramps formed by the limestone to enhance its speed, a blur of motion that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once.

Jake watched Ren closely, noting the growing impatience and impulsive swings in strategy. ‘He's getting angry... or angrier, I should say’ Jake observed internally. ‘Time to bait the hook.’

“You're going to have to try harder than that, Ren! I thought you wanted to be a fire master?" Jake taunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Ren's fury boiled over, insult cutting deep. "Watch your mouth, Jake! You'll regret underestimating me!" he snapped back, voice laced with anger and a challenge that left no room for niceties. "Sizzlipede, let’s turn up the heat— let’s show this mutt his place.”

The Venipede rolled swiftly, its movements a complex dance of dodges and feints, always staying one step ahead of Sizzlipede's fiery onslaught. Sizzlipede, in literal hot pursuit, trailed after Arthrox, body alight with flames, attempting to corner the Venipede with a relentless series of Flame Wheels and Embers.

Jake, seizing a moment, "Hold, Arthrox!" he shouted, just as Sizzlipede was closing in for an attack. Then, with a provocatively calm tone, Jake turned to Ren, "You sure that's all Sizzlipede's got? I expected more fire from you, Ren."

This taunt, delivered at such a critical juncture, was enough to send Ren into a fit of apoplexy. Face turned a shade deeper red, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You're asking for it!" Ren roared.

Just as Sizzlipede was about to collide with Arthrox, Jake's voice cut through the tension, "Zip away, Arthrox—now!" In an instant, Arthrox curled up, rolling away, using the natural ramps of the limestone to catapult itself out of harm's way with an agility that made Sizzlipede's attack pass harmlessly by.

Ren's frustration boiled over, earlier fury transforming into something darker. The missed attack wasn't just a failure to land a hit; it was a public affront, a blow to his pride in front of an audience.

On the sidelines, Ren's pals, Danny and Benny, couldn't contain their disdain. "Yer playin' with fire, Jake! You're a right loser, messing about in a battle like that!" they shouted.

Jacob, acting as referee, watched the exchange closely, expression unreadable but his eyes sharp, he did not seem sure what Jake had planned.

Siobhan watched with bated breath, also unsure of Jake’s plan, but trusting him. Iggy looked super excited, the little Cyndaquil hopping energetically on her lap, eyes fixed on the battle.

Jake, caught in the heat of the moment, decided to push his luck one step further. "You almost had me there, Ren! Let's see if you can keep up this time," he taunted mockingly. Arthrox, following Jake's lead, zipped away from Sizzlipede's fiery assault once again, narrowly evading another Flame Wheel with a swift, calculated roll.

Ren's face twisted into a scowl, eyes blazing with a fury. "Keep up? This isn't a game, Jake!" he spat out, each word dripping with disdain. "You'll regret making a fool out of me. Sizzlipede, show them no mercy!"

“Hold your position!" Jake called. Unfortunately, Arthrox’s speed was a little too much and he halted on a narrow strip of land, right between two toxic channels, close to the Sizzlipede. Jake cursed loudly to himself; he did not take the momentum into account this time. Without the ramps and slopes they had used so deftly before, Arthrox was left on a flat stretch, trapped, with scarce room to dodge or escape.

“Got you now, mutt!" Ren bellowed, sinister satisfaction in his words. "Sizzlipede, Flame Wheel, straight down the middle!" His command was a declaration of anticipated victory, believing Jake's misstep to be the turning point he had been desperately seeking.

Jake’s heart dropped, the gravity of his miscalculation hitting him full force. "No, no, no, not now, Arthrox!" he blurted out, panic threading through his shout, calm shedding.

"Looks like you've overplayed your hand, Jake," Jacob remarked, shaking his head in disappointment. His eyes had seen many battles, but the sudden shift in momentum was a reminder of how quickly fortunes could change.

"Oh, no Arthrox!" Siobhan said softly, concerned for the centipede. Fingers intertwined nervously, gaze fixed on the field, hoping against hope for a turnaround.

On the other side, Danny and Benny couldn't contain their excitement, seeing the tide turn in Ren's favour. "You've got him cornered now, Ren! Finish it!" they shouted loud and jubilant.

Arthrox, however, remained eerily calm amidst the looming threat, faith in Jake unwavering. Waiting for that pivotal command.

Then, Jake's feigned panic morphed into a wide sly grin. Sizzlipede, body engulfed in flames, closed in on Arthrox, poised to deliver what seemed to be the final blow. In the split second that could define victory or defeat, Jake's voice pierced the tension, "Poison Tail, whip it around, Arthrox!"

With the grace of a dancer, Arthrox executed a stunning pirouette on its front two legs, body spinning just as Sizzlipede bore down on it. The flames licked Arthrox's form, a fleeting touch, more of a caress than a strike, barely grazing its armoured carapace. Undeterred by the brief contact, Arthrox focused on its counter— tail, now a lethal weapon coated in venom, swung with precision at Sizzlipede's rear as it passed by.

‘Talk about a pain in the ass!’ Jake couldn’t help but quip.

The impact was the culmination of strategy, timing, and a dash of audacity. Sizzlipede, propelled by the unexpected strike, shot forward uncontrollably, white smoke billowing from its body as the poison met its searing heat. The momentum catapulted it off the ledge, and for a moment Sizzlipede seemed to hang against the brightening sky, a small flat silhouette, smoke around it against a fading storm. Lights at the corner of Jake's eye flashed excitedly. Below, a miniature lake, swollen from the storm's tears, awaited.

Sizzliped engulfed in flames and propelled by the force of Arthrox's strike, collided with the surface of the lake. The intense, almost unbearable heat radiating from Sizzlipede's body meeting the cool, storm-fed waters. Collision point becoming a whirlpool of superheated water, bubbling and steaming, hissing like a thousand serpents.

The surrounding air quickly grew oppressively hot, heat emanating from the epicentre in palpable waves. A gust of warm, damp air rushing over the battlefield, carrying with it the earthy fragrance of rain-drenched ground now reaching its thermal breaking point. What followed was an enormous steam explosion, sending a massive plume of mist skyward. Amidst this chaos, Jake noticed flashes of light, rapid and excited, dancing within the steam cloud. Flickering brightly, perhaps a reaction to the intense heat meeting the cool water, or maybe something more arcane. Yet in that moment, he was too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions to ponder their origin or meaning. Victory was Jake's.

Ren, Danny and Benny stood in stunned silence, the expected moment of triumph literally evaporating before their eyes. Ren looked down at the ground closing his eyes.

Jacob looked on, visibly impressed by the ingenious turnaround. Siobhan, worry replaced by exhilaration, clapped heartily, cheers joining the barks and chirps of Iggy and the pack.

Jake breathed, blowing out his cheeks with a sense of pride and relief. "That was awesome, Arthrox!" he exclaimed, the adrenaline from the battle still coursing through his veins, his hands trembling and his heart racing. He imagined Mustard, with a knowing smile, nodding in approval at this battle.

Arthrox rolled excitedly through the remnants of the steam towards Jake. Despite the ground now being a hazard of toxic puddles and steamed earth, Jake navigated carefully, boots squelching on the softened ground. He bent down to pick up and embraced Arthrox, feeling the hard carapace against his chest. Arthrox responded, touching Jake's face gently with his antennae, a toneless "Veni" escaping him, he was content.

But then, a sudden change. Arthrox tensed in Jake's arms, a momentary seize. Before he could react, Arthrox slipped from his grasp, landing softly on the ground.

Jake watched, curiosity etching his features as Arthrox began to exhibit signs of restlessness, body vibrating with an energy that Jake had never felt before. It was as if Arthrox was brimming with force, a tangible buzz of anticipation that made his carapace hum under Jake's touch. "What's happening, buddy?" Jake whispered, stepping back as Arthrox's segments visibly thickened, expanding with a purposeful intensity.

Arthrox's tiny legs, started retracting, folding into its body as if being drawn inward by some invisible force. Jake noticed a silk-like substance secreting from Arthrox's body, a slow, deliberate process, each leg disappearing with a precision that hinted at the profound changes occurring within. "You're evolving," Jake realised aloud in awe.

Arthrox's body segments began to fuse, forming the beginnings of a hard, spherical shell, the cute spiky ball swelling. Jake could see the shell taking shape, surface hardening, the spiky protrusions characteristic of a Whirlipede starting to form. Segments expanded and contracted, merging into a unified whole.

The Venipede he knew was becoming something else, something more formidable and but less agile. He watched as the colour of Arthrox's body shifted, familiar reddish hues giving way to the darker, more uniform black and purple pattern of a Whirlipede.

Throughout the process, Jake's heart raced, adrenaline still pumping from the battle. His body shook, not just from the come-down of tension but from witnessing this miraculous process. The air around them seemed charged, the earlier humidity giving way to a warmth that enveloped them both. Jake's senses were heightened; the storm had passed. He could smell the earthy aroma intensified by the recent rain, feel the heat radiating from Arthrox's evolving form, the excited flashes of light within the steam cloud that had yet to fully dissipate.

The dust began to settle and the echoes of the clash fading, Jake with a victory, Arthrox evolving, Iggy safe. Another step further in the world of Pokémon. But this victory marked the beginning of a new rivalry, one not of friendly competition but of heated enmity. Jake’s victory had come with a price. Ren's defeat had sown the seeds of a deep-seated grudge that was unlikely to fade, a hostile rival.

Yet, for Jake and his team, this was another milestone in their journey—he needed to go home, and he was not going to let some stuck-up kid get in his way. He would forge a fame, a legacy in this Pokémon world of Aura, one victory at a time.