Snowdrift | Two



The Capture

We had been gliding along the river for two days and not seen another living creature, or an egg for that matter, except the odd Magikarp we ate. At this point, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever see my little baby. But Glacier told me not to give up hope. If we kept going, we would eventually find out egg, hopefully before it hatched. I just hoped that whoever had the egg knew to keep it cold, not warm.

We were gliding along one night, the sky clearer than ever, dark velvet dotted with diamonds, the moon our only light source, and we saw our first glimpse of a bush of green leaves. The closest I had ever come to green was the pine needles on the pine trees near our home, and they never got as bright as that. Naturally, we wanted to land and have a closer look.

When we glided down next to the bush, a rustling noise came from behind it. We walked around and saw a sleeping human, but no egg. As he rolled over, he made a murmuring noise.

"What do we do? Search him for the egg?" I whispered.

"I guess so. He doesn't look big enough to conceal it though," Glacier replied.

"Humans have stuff to make things smaller. I'm sure he's the one with our egg."

"OK. You go first."

I moved cautiously closer to the human and rolled him carefully over, hoping he wouldn't wake up. I found attached to his waist six red and white balls, each glinting in the soft moonlight. I called Glacier over to look. I was positive the egg was inside one of them, although I had no idea how it would have fitted.

"How do you open these things?" I asked Glacier. He gave a shrug and stared at the balls, his face I'm sure as puzzled as mine. I sat down and picked one of the balls off of his belt in my clawed foot, rolling it over, searching for any opening. As I switched the ball to my other foot, I heard a clicking noise coming from where Glacier was sitting with another ball, and a blaze of white light filled the bush.

"I think I opened it," mumbled Glacier. But out egg didn't appear. Instead, out popped another ball, only this one much bigger. That must be where our egg was hidden! But there was something different about this ball - it had eyes.

"Voltorb!" cried the ball. I whipped my head toward the human, but despite the noise and flash of light, he was still sleeping peacefully.

The ball looked at us and we stared back at it. "Do we open it?" I queried.

"Erm, I think this is a Pokémon, Snowfall," said Glacier, "But let's try anyway. He walked up to the ball and poked his claw right between its eyes, where the red and white sections joined. The ball didn't open.

"Voltorb! Voltorb!" The ball yelled. This time the human woke up.

"Wha?" He rubbed his eyes and blinked at us, then rubbed his eyes again. "No way! TWO Articuno? This has to be a dream. Woah!" Apparently the human was surprised to see us. "OK, OK. Right. Uh, Voltorb, uh, Thundershock the closest one, NOW!"

The ball, apparently called a Voltorb, began to spark. It started vibrating, then a huge lightning bolt struck out, hitting my dear Glacier square in the chest and knocking him back into the snow a good ten metres. He sat up and rubbed his head, groaning.

"Glacier! Are you all right?" I begged, running to him through the snow, everything else forgotten.

"Ow, I think so. Beam the Voltorb thing and ask the guy if he's got our egg," he said, still rubbing his scalp.

I turned to the Voltorb and opened my beak and wings. I aimed carefully, I felt my throat cooling down, then I let loose and shot an ice beam straight at the thing. It screeched out in its strange voice and went silent. It was frozen solid.

"Excuse me, uh, do you have our egg?" I asked the human, but he acted as though he hadn't heard. He ground his teeth and took out another ball. This time a small lizard with a flame at the tip of its tail came from the light. "Right, Charmander, ember!" he yelled at the lizard.

It threw back its head and roared in a cute little voice, a great beam of fire erupting from its mouth. But I was ready for it this time. We may not be known for our speed, but the power of ice can't be beaten. I flew up into the air and was just about to throw another ice beam, but Glacier beat me to it. Once again, the Pokémon was frozen solid.

"Rrr. Charmander, return," said the human, pointing the ball at the creature and turning it to red light before it disappeared once again into its tiny home. The next ball produced a Dewgong. I had seen these before in our river. They were too big to eat and too hard to take down. This was going to be tough.

"OK Glacier, we're going to have to kinda work together with this girl, before she has to attack."

"Yeah. How about you distract it with some mist, and I'll fly into it."

"Right." I stood before the Dewgong and flapped my wings to release my little droplets of ice towards it, hopefully blinding the creature.

"Come on Dewgong, water gun!" screamed the boy. The water gun, as I had expected, ended up nowhere near me. Not only that, but it was cut short in a cry that told me Glacier had attacked.

But he was not yet finished. Next came a huge blob of pink stuff. It smelled terrible. I wondered how many Pokémon this guy had. I had no idea how to attack this thing. Thankfully, by now the guy was looking slightly nervous. "Toxic attack!"

That didn't sound good. A great blob of the pink stuff the Pokémon was covered in flew towards Glacier, hitting him over his eyes. He landed with a great thump on the ground, unmoving.

"Glacier! No!" I shot a blind ice beam at the blob, not knowing or caring whether or not it hit, only thinking of my Glacier. But as I landed beside him, he turned into the bright red light the Charmander had turned into. He disappeared and in his place was a wobbling little ball. Not long after, it stopped wobbling all together.

"YES! Oh yes yes yes!" yelled the human, punching the air with his fists. I was paralysed. I couldn't move one muscle in my body. When the human walked over to pick the ball up, I still hadn't come to my senses. How can the only two members of my family just disappear like that? Only when the bright flash of light revealed another Pokémon did I shake my head and return to reality. I had to defeat him to get my husband back again. At this point, I realised that the ball he had just used was the last one. So this man did not have my baby, but he did have Glacier.

The new Pokémon was a very strange looking one indeed. It was humanoid in shape, but with a fox-like yellow head and a spoon in one hand.

"Kadabra, psychic attack." Unlike all the other times he had ordered his Pokémon to attack, this time he didn't screech the order out, nor did he look frightened. He was looking smug.

The Kadabra stuck its spoon toward me and suddenly, the air began to go all wobbly and changed from shades of green to yellow and pink. Then I got the most splitting headache. I screamed out for the Kadabra to stop, but the searing pain continued. I collapsed to my knees, holding my wings to my aching head, my eyes tightly clenched.

I heard the faint cry of "Pokéball go!" from the trainer, and knew that if I didn't move, I would be doomed to the same fate of my dear Glacier. I struggled to my feet and opened my eyes. I saw the ball coming and batted it away with my wing, my head still aching from the attack. I glared at the trainer and decided to go full throttle. I opened my wings and started beating them hard. The freezing cold snow sprang from my wings and into the face of the human.

He fell back down to the ground and landed with a thud in the snow. I kept up my blizzard as I watched the Kadabra stumble over the ground on all fours to its trainer. I could just hear the screams of another attack over the roaring of the wind and snow generated by my wings. I was prepared for this one, whatever it may be.

But no attack came. Instead, the Kadabra and his human disappeared into thin air. I stopped my blizzard and turned around. Where had they gone? Where was my Glacier? What had happened? I whisked my head from side to side and flew right up into the night air. I looked in, under and behind the bush. Nothing. Not a single trace of human or Pokémon except the faint indents of their footprints, which led to nowhere and from nowhere.

Now my journey became three times more difficult than before. I now had to find two Articuno, with no one for help.

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