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Summary: At Professor Rowan�s funeral, Dawn sees a
person she�d hoped to forget. Not long after this, an elderly woman asks
her for a favour: hatch a 150-year-old Teddiursa egg in the Ruins of Calarai, which is farther south than she�s ever
travelled. Dawn eagerly accepts; however, it appears that she is not the
only one on the way south. Like it or not, this isn�t a journey she can
manage on her own. And why does she have the nagging suspicion that
they�re being followed? Yes, title is shamelessly borrowed from �Blue
October�, but titles are my weakness and the story has nothing to do with the
song. I just like the sound of it.

Author�s Notes: Action!� At last!�
This is a fast-paced chapter, so hang on tight.

Chapter Three�� An Inconvenient
Delay

Despite the hotel looking nice, the beds turned out to be
horrible.� Dawn tossed and turned all
night, and from the sounds of things, May hadn�t coped much better.� When it was time to get up, they were both
exhausted, but the excitement of finally going through the jungle helped to
energise them.� They dressed in silence,
gathering their belongings and Pok�balls into their bags.� Dawn checked to make sure the egg was still intact
before they left the room.

Max and Brock were already in the restaurant
downstairs.� They ate a large breakfast,
and Dawn was shocked to see Brock down three cups of coffee.� �Don�t start drinking this,� he warned.� �It�s horrendously addictive.� As they ate,
Brock explained that they were to meet their guides outside by nine a.m.� �They�ll take us to the edge of the ruins,
but we go on alone from there.� The Calarains are superstitious about them.� They say that they�re haunted.�

They left the hotel shortly, and as promised, their
guides were waiting for them outside.� They
were two burly men, and they had shoulder-length white hair even though they
were fairly young.� Both had arms covered
with tattoos of designs Dawn didn�t recognise.�

�You are Brock?� the shorter of the two asked.� Brock nodded.�
�My name is Wayra.� This is my brother, Wayna.� He does not speak English, but he knows the
land.� We are to take you to the Wani Yasa, yes?�

�The what?� Max asked.

�What you call the �Ruins of Calarai�.� We call it the �Black House�, for we no
longer know the ancient words for �cursed� or �haunted�.�

�That�s promising,� May said quietly.� Dawn�s stomach did a tiny flip as nerves
began to prickle at her.� If the Calarains believed that the ruins were made of pure evil,
why were they taking them there?� Why
didn�t they quarantine the place?

�We�ll take you far enough so that you can see the
ruins.� My brother and I will not go
further.� If you were smart, you wouldn�t
either.�

�Why take us?� Dawn asked suspiciously.

�The old lady, she pays good money.� Wayra
offered a toothless smirk.� Dawn cringed.

�Noble,� she muttered to May, who snorted.

�We leave now, and we�ll arrive at Crushing Falls by
evening.� It will take us...� He paused
and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.� �It
will take us a week to arrive at the ruins if no one is lost or hurt.� You can stay there as long as you need and we
will wait on the outskirts.� One of you
will come to our camp every evening so we know you�re alive.� If you miss one day, we�ll assume you�re dead
and go home.� Now, the most important
rule for travel is this: You all will keep up and stay together.� I have seen Seviper
here reach twenty feet long.� Max gulped.�
�This is not a place where you want to be on your own.�

They set off immediately.�
Wayna took the lead, followed closely by
Brock.� Max went next and May followed
him.� Dawn and Wayra
brought up the rear.� The jungle wasn�t
far; up close, Dawn saw just how thick the foliage really was.� Once they stepped inside, the world seemed to
darken.� The sun couldn�t get through the
trees.� It was a relief from the heat,
though the darkness itself was worrisome.

�Can we let out our Pok�mon?� Dawn asked Wayra, knowing she�d feel more comfortable if she could hug
Piplup.

�Sure, if you want to use them as bait.� Wayra grinned again and Dawn shuddered at the thought.

�No thanks.�

Travelling through the jungle was slow and tiresome.� They all tripped at least once.� May panicked after she fell, for she had
dropped a Pok�ball and they�d had to go back and search for it.� Fortunately, it had been Blaziken she�d
dropped and he managed to come out of his ball and call for them himself.� Wayra scolded May
for holding them back, but she�d been so happy to get her Pok�mon back that she
simply didn�t care.

There were a few times during the day that Dawn was
certain she�d seen a dark flash in the trees around them.� Every time she looked, there was nothing to
be found.� Wayra
told her not to worry and that it was probably a curious Pok�mon, though Dawn
couldn�t shake the feeling that they were being followed.� It was something she�d grown used to after
having Team Rocket tail her, Ash and Brock for years.

�I think someone is following us,� she hissed to May, who
promised to keep an eye out.

They did end up reaching Crushing Falls just before
nightfall.� Brock observed while Wayna and Wayra set up camp.� They pulled an odd black plant out of their
bag and crushed it into powder, then moved around their camp in a circle and
made a trail with it.� Wayra explained that it was a weed that, when made into
powder, emitted a smell horrible to Pok�mon.�
It would keep them safe, he said.

Crushing Falls was an
appropriate name, Dawn thought as she observed their first landmark.� The waterfall wasn�t loud � thankfully � but
looked horrendously violent.� At the
bottom of the falls were large, sharp boulders.�
Anything that went over the falls would be crushed on them.

�Where do we change?� May asked, pulling her pyjama
bottoms out of her bag.� Wayra raised his eyebrows pointedly.� May blushed as she realised what it
meant.� �Excuse me, but I like a bit of
privacy when I��

�Oh, you can go behind a tree if you like,� Wayra waved to the large trees surrounding them, �but you
never know what else is behind there.�

�We�ll just have to sleep in our clothes, May,� Dawn
said.� It wasn�t a pleasant idea, and
May�s disgusted expression told Dawn that she was thinking the same thing.

�Fine.� Well, I guess no one ever said that this trip
would be glamorous.� She crawled into her sleeping bag and pulled it up to her
chin.� Max tucked his glasses into his
bag before slipping into his own.� Brock,
somehow, was already asleep in his.� Dawn
hesitated, eyeing Wayra and Wayna
out of the corner of her eye.� She hoped
they wouldn�t abandon them tonight, or steal anything.� As the latter thought crossed her mind, she
took her Pok�balls and tucked them into a spare sock and shoved them down to
the bottom of her bag, hoping the others had done the same.� She curled up in her own sleeping bag and clutched
her bag close to her body.�

Please don�t let
anything bad happen tonight, she wished.�
Dawn closed her eyes and tried to sleep, though it was hard to block all
the noise.� She was used to hearing a fire,
and some Pok�mon, but the jungle seemed even noisier at night.

�Sleep,� Wayra said, and she
did.

They were woken early the next morning, just as the sun
was rising.� Immediately Dawn checked on
the status of the egg, then made sure all of her
Pok�mon were accounted for.� With a sigh
of relief, she found that everything was fine.�
�Morning,� she said to May, Max and Brock as they woke.

Wayna was not present, she
noted.� Wayra
saw her questioning glance and said, �Wayna is
checking the river.� If it is less than
four feet deep, we can cross it.�

�If it�s not?� Brock prodded.

�Then we have to wait for it to go down,� Wayra replied coolly, as though Brock should have known
that himself.� �It is the fastest way,
and the safest.� Any other route will
take us at least two days off schedule.�
Either way we follow the river is dangerous.� That way� � he pointed north � �has a herd of
Ponyta led by a nasty Rapidash
who will kill to defend his territory.�
And down there� � he pointed south � �lives a tribe of people known as
the Nenwe � the Moon People.� They�re hunters � and cannibals.� Sacrificing humans is part of their culture.�

�Let�s cross the river,� Max said nervously.� He glanced south and moved closer to May.� Wayra showed them
his toothless grin again and laughed.

Wayna returned � from the
south, Dawn noticed as her heart skipped a beat � and spoke hurriedly to Wayra.� �What�d he
say?� May asked when they were through.�
�Can we cross today?�

�Yes.�

The others breathed sighs of relief as they rose to their
feet.� Wayna
led them a small ways south and stopped them at a point in the river which
wasn�t too wide across.� He stepped into
the water and slowly began to move across.�
Brock followed and hesitated when he got knee-deep.� �Be careful,� he warned Max, May and
Dawn.� �The current is strong and fast.�

May went after Brock; after her third step, she stumbled
forward and grabbed onto the back of Brock�s shirt with a small shriek.� �I�m hanging onto you,� she said, her voice
shaky.� �Max, you should hold onto my
bag.�

Max obeyed as he went in after her.� Dawn took a deep breath and followed.� The water was warm, but Brock was right: it
was very fast and very strong.� She was
tall enough that the water barely reached her waist, but she knew that if she
slipped, she wouldn�t get back up.

�Oh, no!� Max cried.� He released his grip on May�s bag with his
right hand and splashed around.� Dawn
followed his gaze and saw one of his Pok�balls being carried away by the
current.� Not thinking, Max let go of May
completely and dove after it.

�Max, no!� Dawn and May yelled together.� Dawn reached out to grab him, but he was now
trapped in the current and floating away too quickly.

�Get him, get him!� May was screaming. She started to
give chase, but Brock grabbed her arms and pulled her back.� �Let go of me, Brock!� That�s my brother!� Max!�
Max!�

�May, you�ll be stuck in the current too!� We�ll get to shore and chase from there!� He
pulled her to shore and they began to run.�
Dawn, who was closer to the other side, turned around and went past Wayra to get back on land.�
Their guides seemed immobilised by shock, for neither moved.

�May!� Max was calling.� Dawn briefly saw that he�d retrieved his
Pok�ball and was clutching it in his fist.�
�Help me, May!�

�Use your Pok�mon!� Brock called, but Max was too
petrified by fear.� Dawn, however,
reached behind her into the side pocket of her bag and pulled out a Pok�ball
while she ran.

�Go!� she yelled, tossing her ball into the air.� Chikorita emerged and began to run alongside
her.� �Vine Whip!�

�Chiko!� The Leaf Pok�mon
extended his vines from his neck, though they were too short to reach Max.� Dawn reached for Piplup�s Pok�ball, thinking
that maybe Chikorita could ride it, but Piplup was
too small.� May, however, seemed to
realise what was going on in Dawn�s mind and pulled out her
own Pok�ball.

�Wartortle, go!�

She released her Pok�mon into the river.� �Chikorita, go!� Dawn commanded.� �Jump on Wartortle�s
back!� Chikorita obeyed, taking a flying leap onto the turtle�s back.� Wartortle moved quickly through the water,
and Chikorita used Vine Whip again.� This
time his aim was true: he wrapped his vines around Max, just under his arms,
and Wartortle tried to steer back towards shore.� Chikorita released Max with one vine and
grabbed a nearby tree branch with it.� He
struggled to hang onto Max while Wartortle fought the current.

�Hang on, Max!� May called.� The current had taken Wartortle and Chikorita
farther down the river faster than they could run, and now they were beginning
to catch up.�� Wartortle, Ice Beam!�

Wartortle inhaled deeply before shooting a powerful blast
of ice towards the shore, creating a pathway.�
It climbed onto it and Chikorita hopped off its back.� They ran down the ice and leapt onto the shore
just as the current began to break the path apart.

�Hurry!� Brock said.� He, May and Dawn grabbed Chikorita�s
vine and helped to pull Max to the shore.�
The young boy had stopped calling for his sister now and was silent as
they pulled him closer.� His eyes were
closed, though he still clutched his Pok�ball.�
Wartortle turned and automatically shot another Ice Beam to the opposite
shore.� Dawn ran across it as carefully
as possible before the current washed it away.

�Is he okay?� she asked. May knelt by her brother and
shook his shoulders.� Max didn�t stir.

�Here,� Brock said.�
May backed up as Brock�
dropped to the ground.� He
bent down and felt for breath.� �He�s not
breathing.�

�Oh, Max,� May moaned.�
Tears were pouring down her face, and Dawn noticed then that she was
crying as well.� Brock placed his fists
on Max�s chest and began to pump.�
Fortunately, Max came to quickly and spit up a
bunch of water before throwing up.

�Sorry,� he said when he saw the mess he�d made, but it
was ignored.� May grabbed his shoulders
again and pulled him into a bear-hug.

�Don�t do that again!� she sobbed.� �You scared me, Max...don�t ever do that
again...�

�Are you all right?� Dawn asked.� She was bent double, her hands on her knees,
as she tried to regain her breath.

�I think so...just...scared.� He held his Pok�ball before
him and examined it carefully.� �All that
for an empty ball,� he groaned.

They let him rest for a few minutes.� Dawn and May recalled their Pok�mon, thanking
them for their help.� And then it was
Brock who noticed that something was wrong.

�Where are Wayna and Wayra?�

Dawn stood tall and looked north, where they�d left their
guides.� They certainly weren�t on their
way towards them.� Dawn could barely see
where they�d attempted to cross from how far they�d run and from the twisting
of the river, but it didn�t look like they were back there either.

�Oh, no,� Dawn moaned.�
�Where are they?�

Their eyes scanned the jungle, hoping to see a flash of
their dark skin or white hair, but there was no sign of either of them.� Wayra could have
crossed and been on their side, or Wayna could have
gone back over...they could have been anywhere.

�It�s really quiet,� May murmured.� She was right: aside from the rushing water,
the only sounds of life they heard came from the area they�d just left.� Above and behind them, there was nothing.� �Something�s not��

�Dawn, look out!� Brock interrupted.� May let out a scream, and Dawn turned to see
what they were looking at.� Something hit
her in the back of the head before she could; she fell to her knees, dazed, and
then her eyes were covered with what felt like a leaf.� A strong smell, something almost like
peppermint, wafted into her nose and her brain went fuzzy�

Dawn was vaguely aware that she was being dragged
somewhere.� People were speaking in
different languages all around her � though it could have been English.� The sounds were so deep and slow that she
wouldn�t have understood even if it was.

And then they stopped walking.� Dawn was starting to come to her senses; she
could hear more voices now, as well as a fire crackling nearby.� The voices were almost at normal speed now;
she tried talking, but her tongue felt awfully heavy.

Her bag was pulled off her shoulders.� She could feel hands all over her, touching
her clothes, her hair, her face...she struggled feebly and heard shouts as she
moved.� The smell came back, though not
as strong this time.� Her muscles relaxed
and she slumped against the one who held her up.

A loud cry made her jump, though she didn�t stir otherwise.� The hands released her arms and she fell to
the earth, wobbling for a moment on her knees before falling forward on her
face.� Her nose throbbed, the pain
bringing her around a bit.� People were
whispering all around her, and then she was hauled to her feet once more.� The leaf around her eyes was removed, though
it didn�t make much difference.� The
world was blurry and she couldn�t make out a thing.

A different smell hit her then, more like chocolate than
peppermint, and her world remarkably cleared.�

�Oh, my...� she breathed.�
She was surrounded by dozens of men and women, all with the same dark
skin and white hair that their guides had.�
They were dressed primitively, their clothes � which looked like scales
from a Seviper � barely covering their bodies.� Dawn leaned back, only to find that one of
them held her.

They back up a few steps, forming a semi-circle around
her bag.� It had been opened and the
Teddiursa egg was revealed.� Dawn shoved
her captor back and ran to it; she pulled the egg and her Pok�balls out of her
back, shoving the balls in her pocket and clutching the egg close.� The natives gasped and began to murmur
again.� �Where are my friends?� she
demanded, looking around.� She didn�t see
May, Max or Brock anywhere.� �May!� she
yelled.� �Brock!� Max!�

The natives began to shout as Dawn raised her voice.� She stood up, reaching for Piplup�s Pok�ball instinctively.

The brightness of fire caught her eye, glimpsing it just
as some of the natives shifted.� Inside
the fire was a body: a human body.� It could have been the body of a tribe member
who�d just died and they were cremating it, but something just seemed off about
it.� There was something...sinister about it.

These people were the cannibals.

Her right hand, which had been about to enlarge Piplup�s
ball, was suddenly grabbed by one of the cannibals.� She released Piplup�s ball and it feel to the
earth.� �No!� she cried, and the cannibal
picked the ball up before reaching into her pocket for the others.� �No, don�t!�

But he�d taken them away, running to a tree and leaping
up to grab the lowest branch.� He hauled
himself up and climbed a few more branches before entering a hut.� He emerged moments later, sans Pok�balls.� Dawn�s heart sank: she�d probably never see
her Pok�mon again.

Think, she told
herself.� You�ve been in worse.� Can�t
really remember when, but you
have.� You can get out of this, Dawn.

Then again, in all of the life-threatening situations she�d
been in, her Pok�mon had always been with her.�
That, and there weren�t people who could devour her closing in.

�Brock!� she called again.� �May?�

A piercing scream came from another tree-hut.� �MAY!� Dawn yelled
again.� �May!� May, answer me!�

Then the cannibals began to close in around Dawn.� She backed up and they kept advancing,
forcing her to where they wanted her to be.�
As they began to crowd around her, forcing her up a tree, she only
wished that the others would be okay.

oOoOo

May came around the moment she felt a sharp pain in her back.� She was on her back in a dark room that
looked made of wood.� There were shapes
moving around her � people, she realised.�
They spoke in hushed tones in another language.� May lifted her head as her vision cleared and
looked down, trying to see what it was that hurt her.

The pain in her back was a piece of wood, she realised as
she felt the texture under the rest of her.�
She was on some sort of wooden table, waist-height to the people who
surrounded her.� They had white hair, she
realised with a jolt, and tattoos matching Wayna�s
and Wayra�s.�
And they�d gone south to fetch Max.�
So then...these natives could be the cannibals.

With a gasp, she struggled to rise only to find that
vines were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, tying her to the table.� One of the native raised his hand and
something caught the sunlight peeking through the planks.� May shuddered as she realised he held a
dagger.

�What are you doing?� she demanded.� Her voice was at least two octaves higher
than usual with panic.� �Stop!� Stop, don�t or
I�ll scream!�

The native ignored her voice.� He lowered the dagger to just below her
throat.� �Don�t do it!� Don�t!�
Please don�t!� I�ll do whatever
you want, I will, just don�t��

The dagger touched her flesh.� May screamed at the top of her lungs and
flailed about as much as possible.� A
hand clapped over her mouth.

For a moment she thought she heard Dawn�s voice calling
her, though she sounded very far away.�
May hoped it was her friend.� It meant that she, at least, was still
alive.� As the natives approached her
with the dagger again, she didn�t think she would be for much longer.

Another native suddenly entered the room, speaking
hurriedly � and sounding frightened.� The
dagger-wielding cannibal stopped his advance and looked to the newcomer.� They spoke briefly, and May saw a flicker of
fear cross the dagger-wielder�s face.� He
looked to May and seemed to contemplate something.�

�Please let us go,� she pleaded.� �Please.�

And then, to her amazement, they simply left.� May lay on the table,
breathing heavily and trembling as their backs disappeared out the doorway and
down a ladder.� She whimpered
softly as the jutting wood dug into her back again.� May shut her eyes and tried to catch her
breath, then began to wiggle her wrists and feet around in an attempt to break
free.�

It was no good.� She
let out a sob, then opened her eyes and turned her head to look at her
surroundings.

As she�d expected, she was on a table in a hut made of
wood.� The roof looked as though it was
made of leaves and branches.� The only
light came from the open doorway and the cracks in the walls.�

Her bag was so dark that she almost didn�t see it.� Almost crying in relief, May dared to
whisper, �Blaziken, come out.� Please,
Blaziken, I need you.�

Nothing happened.�
She then noticed the ball pocket of her bag was open.� As May realised that her Pok�mon had been
stolen, she dissolved into tears.� They
were going to die here.

She cried for a good ten minutes before she ran out of
tears, though she continued to whimper and moan long after.� Occasionally she would call out to Max, Brock
and Dawn, praying that they were faring better than she was.� If anything, she hoped that they were
alive.�

Half an hour after the cannibals left, they
returned.� �Go away!� she screamed at
them.� �Go, get!�

At first, they seemed alarmed at her sudden
forcefulness.� They recovered quickly and
advanced on her, the dagger-wielder in front and waving his weapon around
threateningly.� �No, don�t��

He undid her straps.�
May was too stunned to move, and then another cannibal moved behind her
and grabbed her arms.� He hauled her off
the table and to her feet.� The other
cannibals cleared a path while the one who held May pushed her forward.� He forced her out the doorway and down a
small ladder, and then May was forced to find the proper branches to climb
down.� The moment she landed she looked
around for an escape route, but a small crowd of cannibals immediately
surrounded her.

The dagger wielder and the other cannibals from up in the
hut swung down off various branches, landing on the ground beside her.� The one who had held her before latched onto
her arms again and began to lead her forward and towards a fire � a fire with a
body burning within.� �No, don�t!� Please don�t!� May cried, struggling to free
herself.�

There were five thick poles which stood in a circular
formation around the fire.� May gasped as she saw Max tied to one.� �Max!�

�May!� You�re alive!�

May was shoved against another post,
her arms brought around to the back and quickly tied together.� �Have you seen Brock?� she asked him.

�I�m here,� Brock said as he was forced onto another
post.� Blood dripped out of the corner of
his mouth and there was a large red stain on his right side.

�Is that blood?� she asked him worriedly.� Brock nodded, wincing as he slid down to
sit.� �What happened?�

�I tried to fight them off when they caught us.� Do you have your Pok�mon?�

�No.�

�Me neither.� Max?�

�Uh-uh.�

�Where�s Dawn?�

May shook her head sadly.�
�I thought I heard her a while ago.�
I hope she got away.� Brock...why
did they bring us out here?� Is there
some sort of ritual before meals?�

Max groaned; Brock remained silent.� He looked ready to throw up � not that May
could blame him.�

�Wayra!�
Max suddenly blurted.�
May and Brock looked around and saw their old guide approaching
them.� �Wayra,
you�re all right!�

�He�s with them,� Brock said grimly.� �You led us here, didn�t you?�

Wayra smiled darkly.� He spoke in his native tongue to some of the
cannibals, and they nodded and went off to another hut. ��Hello again,� he said to them.� �You�re looking well.� I see tossing an empty Pok�ball downriver was
enough bait to lure you in.�

�What�s going on here, Wayra?�
May snapped.� �Why are we all tied up
like this?�

Wayra knelt in front of her and
took her chin between his calloused fingers.�
He turned her head back and forth; when she faced him again, she spat at
him as forcefully as she could.� Wayra flinched and wiped it off his cheek.� �That was a mistake,� he warned.� He released her face and stood to full
height.� �I thought you were crazy to go
to the Wani Yasa.� I believed you were simple tourists wanting
to prove yourselves.� Clearly, I was
mistaken.�

�What do you mean?�

�The Nenwe are a superstitious
tribe.� They worship the moon and all
things associated with it.� All things � and all Pok�mon.� The blue-haired girl had a certain egg in her
possession, an egg that has not been seen around Calarai
for centuries.� They are foolish and
believe her to be associated with it.�
They see her as its Guardian, and therefore it protects her from death.� It was the discovery of the egg that saved
your own lives.�

�Where is Dawn?� Brock demanded, struggling against his
binds.

�She is being kept safe.�
The Nenwe will let nothing harm her while that
egg is in her possession.� If anything,
they fear her.� That is another reason
you live: you are protected by her for now.�
Once they realise that she is nothing but a silly little girl...� He
trailed off, licking his lips and grinning.

�How come we�re tied up like this?� Max said.� Wayra glanced at
him dismissively.

�You were to take that egg to the ruins.� That was a mistake.� Even if you had arrived there, you would only
cause more harm than good.� It would be
certain death.�

�Like that�s any different from this,� Brock muttered.� �I
don�t believe in silly curses.�

Wayra�s face darkened and his
sinister grin turned into a frown.� �What
would have awaited you is far worse than a curse.�

�Oh, so you�re saving
us.�

�You have no idea.�

�Where are our Pok�mon?� Max asked at last.

�Safe.� The Nenwe do not harm Pok�mon.�
They free them.� They�re safe in
another place for now.� Ah...here she
comes now.�

Dawn suddenly emerged from the crowd of cannibals.� She was dressed in the same scales that the Nenwe wore, though hers were painted gold.� Her outfit was nothing but a tube shirt
covering her bust and a skirt that was open on her right leg but tapered to the
earth on the left.� She wore a headdress
of gold: it ran around her head in a thick band, and at the front was the
symbol of the crescent moon.� Various
other jewels � rubies, sapphires and pearls, to name a few � decorated the
headdress.� Had the situation been less
life-threatening, she would have looked nothing short of dazzling and May would
have even asked to borrow the skirt.

Dawn clutched the egg protectively.� Her eyes flashed in anger when she caught
sight of Wayra.�
�You!� she spat.�

�Me.�

�Why are you doing this?�

Wayra placed his hands on his
hips and shrugged.� �What can I say?� I look after my family.� They needed to be fed.� I wasn�t expecting this to happen, however.� Well, it seems as though they�ve found another
use for you.� It looks like you are in
for a real treat, child.� You see, you
are dressed in the traditional wedding attire of the Chieftain�s daughters.�

�Wedding?� Dawn and May echoed
in unison.�

�Indeed.�� The
Chief has been unable to find a suitable wife for his son, and I imagine that
the Guardian of a sacred egg is more than tempting.�

�But I�m not old enough to be married!� Dawn exclaimed.� �I�m
not even sixteen and I don�t think that this is appropriate and...let us go!�
Give us our Pok�mon and let us go!�

�Or you�ll what?�

Dawn�s shoulders suddenly sagged and she dropped to her
knees.� �Please!� I�ll do anything if you let us go...anything,
please...�

Wayra said nothing.� Dawn seemed to consider something, and her
eyes burned with internal struggle.� At
last she broke the silence by saying, �Can I make you a deal?�

�I am open to possibilities.�

�Dawn, what are you doing?� Brock interrupted.� Dawn ignored him.

�If you promise to let my friends go...and give them
their Pok�mon back, and give them mine too...then I�ll stay and marry the
Chieftain�s son.�

�Dawn, NO!� the three cried.� They began to struggle against their
restraints again, shouting at Dawn to reconsider, to take it back, to get up and run since no one held her...

�I won�t even try to run away,� she continued, staring
directly at Wayra and refusing to look at May, Brock
or Max.� Tears stung May�s eyes and she
turned away, unable to stare at her friend anymore.� This was suicide: unnecessary sacrifice,
utterly insane and beyond stupid.� Dawn
clearly didn�t understand the mess she was getting herself into.

�Don�t do it,� May moaned.

�Agreed,� Wayra said, sounding
eager.� �Although I was rather hoping
your friends would stay for dinner.� You
shall be wed immediately.�

He motioned to the cannibals and said something to them
in their native tongue.� Several rushed
forward and cut the ties that bound them to the posts.� And then the same peppermint-y smell that
dazed May before returned as an odd yellow flower was shoved under her
nose.� Before she knew what was
happening, her world went fuzzy again.

Author�s Notes: I
was so very tempted to have Brock blurt out, �I love weddings!� Drinks all around!� but restrained
myself.� Anyways.�

I spent some time Google-ing
ancient native languages of South America.�
The vocabulary available online is very limited.� In any case, Wayra
and Wayna are real native names.� I can�t remember what �Wayra�
means but I believe �Wayna� is �young�. �Ah well.�

It appears that there is one review for every 100
views.� O.o Hmm.�

Still an Ash-less story, Perfect
Purity!� Sorry, haha.� Maybe we�ll run into him soon.� =)
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