It was a beautiful night in the Lostlorn Forest. There were few clouds in the sky and the full moon was at its peak. Gwen gave a small smile as she laid down in the grass.
"It's nights like these that just take my breath away," Gwen said, closing her eyes in relaxation.
Re-opening her eyes, Gwen noticed a flash of purple out of the corner of her eye.
"Glad you could join me Tartarus." Gwen said.
The Spiritomb chuckled as he landed next to her head. "Spiritomb Spiri?"
"You know me Tartarus, always one for some peace and quiet, especially after what happened today." Gwen said with a smirk before frowning at Tartarus. "Which wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you scaring all of those kids."
Tartarus had the decency to look sheepish. "Spiritomb, tomb!"
Gwen gave Tartarus a flat look as she sat up. "I don't care if they started it, you're the one who escalated it." Gwen's look softened, "You need to not over-react to some things. I don't want the police to come looking for us because you accidentally scared someone to death."
Gwen reached over and grabbed Tartarus's stone, pulling him onto her lap. "You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you."
Tartarus looked up at Gwen and nodded, smiling.
However, at that moment, they both felt a wave of... something overtake them and push them into the sea of unconsciousness. One sentence rang loud and clear in their minds as they passed out.
“Rest now my children, for when you awake a whole new world shall be your home.”
"Ah, turn off the sun!" Gwen groaned as she covered her eyes with an arm. Slowly removing it from her view, she blinked the sleep out of her eyes.
"Yeesh, why is the sun... so..." Gwen trailed off as she looked at her arm, which was now replaced with a black and red wing.
"AAAHHH!" Gwen shot up from where she was laying. "Why am I a Pokemon?"
Gwen whipped her head around, seeing that not only was she a Pokemon, but she was also in what appeared to be a mountainous desert. But other than a few grasses here and there, she couldn't see any Pokemon.
"Great, the middle of nowhere and with no shade." Gwen sighed, looking up at the sun. However, she noticed a black shape covering the top most part of her vision. She reached up with a wing to find what felt like a hat made of feathers. ‘Wait, black and red wing, hat made of feathers…’ her eyes widened in realization.
"I'm a Honchkrow," Gwen said, eyes wide with shock. “I am a freaking Honchkrow. HOW AM I A HONCHKROW?!” she yelled.
Gwen shook her head a few times. “Ugh, get a hold of yourself Gwen. This is all just a dream.” Gwen reasoned before closing her eyes. “You’re going to wake up and find out Tartarus just played a prank on you with Nightmare.” She re-opened them a few seconds later to find that she was still a Honchkrow and still in the middle of nowhere. Gwen sighed as she realized she wasn't dreaming.
’Well, I was hoping to find a Murkrow anyway,’ she thought, smirking.
Gwen looked up toward a ledge when she heard a loud roar, before looking at her wings. "Well, time to see if I can fly." Spreading her wings, Gwen closed her eyes and started flapping quickly.
Gwen opened her eyes a few seconds after she couldn't feel the ground anymore. She grinned when she realized that she wasn't falling back down to the rocky ground.
"Wow, I can’t believe I am actually flying!" Gwen said breathlessly. Angling her body downward, the Honchkrow tucked her wings to her sides, and began to fall.
Gwen then spread her wings and began to fly a few feet off of the ground before angling upwards toward the plateau. Unfortunately for her, she didn't go up enough.
Gwen yelped as she crashed into the mountain. Pushing off, she began flapping her wings rapidly to stay aloft. “Yeah, definitely going to need to work on that.” she muttered before slowly flying to up above the small plateau.
Standing on top of the ledge were what appeared to be three differently colored Charizard, but they were missing the flames on the ends of their tails. The three were tossing a rock between themselves.
"Wait a second..." Gwen muttered, narrowing her eyes before they widened in fear and she yelled, "TARTARUS!"
Garble sighed as he tossed a rock toward Swoop. “Ok, we really need to turn our luck around. I mean, that weird dragon just walked into our cave and basically kicked our butts before throwing us out!”
“Yeah, we've had the worst of it ever since we ran into that pipsqueak dragon and his pony friends. Plus, we didn’t even hurt that guy. Took our fire like it was nothing.” Swoop nodded before tossing it to Crush.
Crush swiped to catch the rock, but missed, with the rock hitting him in the eye. He roared in pain while Garble and Swoop both cracked grins and started laughing. “Hey, it’s not funny!” Crush sulked, a claw over his eye. Swoop was still laughing as he walked over and picked up the stone. Swoop was about to throw it when he saw strange purple markings on the stone.
“Hey Crush, where did you get this rock?” Swoop asked.
“Found it laying on the ground. Why?” Crush replied.
“‘cause it has some weird stuff on it.” Swoop said, holding it up to his face.
“Lemme see that.” said Garble.
As Swoop threw it toward Garble, they heard a loud caw ring out. A black blur flew by and snatched the rock out of the air.
The three dragons stared in shock as a large crow flew away with the rock they had been throwing. Garble was the first to snap out of it.
“Wow, even the dumb birds know how bad our luck is.” Garble said.
Gwen dropped Tartarus’s stone as lightly as she could onto the next ledge before landing next to it. She looked into a cave on the ledge to make sure nothing was going to pop out before walking back over to Tartarus.
“Tartarus? Tartarus, are you in there?” she asked, poking the stone with a wing.
The symbols on the stone began to glow before releasing a purple flash. When the light faded, Tartarus the Spiritomb stood in front of Gwen.
“Mistress Gwen, where are you?” he asked before shaking the spots out of his eyes. Looking over to where he heard Gwen’s voice, Tartarus glared at the Honchkrow.
“Honchkrow, where is Mistress Gwen?” Tartarus growled.
Gwen’s eyes widened in shock. “Tartarus, it’s me, Gwen!” she said.
Tartarus’s eyes widened. “Mistress Gwen?! What happened to you?!”
Gwen sighed, “I have no idea. One minute we’re talking, then all I can remember is falling asleep. Next thing I know, I wake up as a Honchkrow at the bottom of this mountain. And have you always called me Mistress Gwen?”
Tartarus nodded. Gwen rose an eyebrow, “Can you please not? Just call me Gwen.”
The Spiritomb smiled and nodded. “No problem, Mistress Gwen.”
Gwen sweat-dropped, “Ok, we’ll work on that.”
There was a roar from inside the cave as a Dragon Pulse was shot from it. “WHOA!” Gwen took to the air as Tartarus hopped on her back, barely dodging the attack. A Druddigon stomped out of the cave and glared at the two Dark-types before grunting and walking back into the cave.
Gwen blinked in shock. “What just happened?”
The two landed and crept up to the cave. Sticking their heads in, they saw the Druddigon rummaging in what appeared to be a pile of treasure.
Gwen hmm’ed as she turned away from the cave. “Druddigon aren't known for taking treasure from people. So how did it get that much of it?” She thought for a few more seconds before she remembered something.
’Wait, those weird looking Charizard from before were obviously sad over something.’ Gwen thought before her eyes widened in realization, and a look of thoughtful planning spread across it.
Tartarus noticed the look she had on her face. “Mistress Gwen, what are you thinking?”
Gwen glanced at the Spiritomb out of the corner of her eye. “Well Tartarus, I just thought of a plan that will not only get us some friends where ever we are, but may also help us find the others.”