Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Dumb Furret]

It was not just the heat that subdued Tails. The ebb and flow, as it dragged him under, would have been too much pressure on non-fire or rock types. But instinctively, his body steeled against it, tingling with energy he could barely contain. With both hands, he clutched the broken blade tight. He knew, as it always did, this sensation would pass. He did not even close his eyes as he submerged.

Which might have been a painful thought, if Tristen thought on it too hard.  

[Dumb Furret]

The moments after he'd gone under, breath finally leaving his lungs, felt like hours where each second crashed into the next like a thousand car pileup on the highway of time. After the fact, Tails wasn't sure if it was sleep, or a trance. But the fog in his mind disappeared, and the icy blade he'd been holding only drifted inches from his fingertips.

He snatched it up again, then curling, pointed his body into the depths. It had been years since the battle. If the blade had fallen into steam, it would have been carried by the current until it lodged in some kind of crevasse. He was blind down here, but he could feel. He would grasp every square inch of the floor if he needed to.  

[Dumb Furret]

The feeling from the blade he held was not lost to Tails, but he could not place it for what it was. As he trawled the bottom, he came no closer to recognizing it even as he neared, perhaps preternaturally drawn as if holding a magnet. It was not until he cut his hand on a jagged edge that he felt it recoiling through him.

He pressed his hand against his chest and only winced. With his other, he gingerly reached out for whatever had sliced him.  

[Dumb Furret]

Tails did not grasp the blade firmly until he found a part he recognized as the hilt of a sword. He planted his feet against the rock bed, then pulled.  

[Dumb Furret]

When it came loose, Tails propelled several feet from the sword's resting place. He had it, and all that was left to do was deliver it to Blizz. But as his feet touched the bed again, he realized that this was the deepest he'd ever been. He could not tell where the opening to the stream may be, nor if there was a gap between the surface and rock above.

He gulped lava. Closed his eyes. And he decided his arms and legs would be sore for a long time.

Fighting the weight of the lava, he stretched and pumped his arms, legs and even his tails. For each surge that worked against him, there was another that pulled him forward. Ever upward. He only hoped there were no strange Pokemon alurk that thought him as a squishy snack.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Odd received a strange letter earlier in the day, delivered by an even stranger Pokemon. A Jynx had arrived with a letter in hand, marked with his real name. He could only assume it was from one person and the only way it could have found him is with information from that one person. Opening it, he found something inside that shattered his reality.

Unwelcome Letter

~Dear Sterling,

I'm afraid I have grim news, my son. The abbey is being invaded. I haven't the slightest idea why or what we may have that the invaders may value but I can only pray the Gods protect us. Please, whatever you do, stay away until you receive word that we are safe. I could not live with myself if our gift from the heavens were to fall into harm's way because of us.

Father Clancy~

With those words in his mind, he ran to his room, grabbed his coat and his Pokemon before rushing out once more. He didn't even bother with counting his Pokemon. He grabbed all of them and figured he'd decide which ones to use when he needed them. Something had to be horribly wrong for Father Clancy to send his Jynx after him. "I'll be back, Lykas!" He called as he passed his young partner's room on the way out.

Outside, he jumped onto his hoverboard and headed up the mountainside with every intent to stop whatever was happening to his home.  

[Dumb Furret]

When Tails broke the surface, he did not break the surface. He scraped a blade against the solid rock above and, with a sigh, changed direction. He couldn't keep one hand on the ceiling at all times -- he wasn't that strong a swimmer.

But swim he did. If it took hours, or even days, he would not rest.  

[Dumb Furret]

It was to Tails' surprise that something had begun to carry him along. He could not hear Typhlosion, but he smelled something very familiar on the sheath of lava about the Pokemon.

Chili.

So he relaxed just a little until, finally, Tphlosion had brought him back. He spit out lava then drew a gasping breath. And he heard Blizz's voice. Typhlosion was spot-on. With his good hand, he waved the long-lost portion of the sword. "It cut me a little, but I'm okay," he said.