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Chapter 6 – Observe and learn Once they reached the Cyndaquil colony, located in an open place in the woods with a small cave nearby, the three guys took position behind some rocks to observe them. The Cyndaquil hadn’t noticed their arrival, some of them were lying on the ground, napping. Others were eating berries or talking to each other. There were approximately eleven Cyndaquil, two Quilava and one Typholosion. “Hm,” Andy said in a soft voice. “That’s rare, you don’t often see evolved Pokémon in the wild.” Charlie nodded to that. “It’s true, one of the Quilava ran away from it’s trainer last year and has joined this group. The other two evolved over time defending the colony.” Andy frowned at that. “I thought Evoru was supposed to be a peaceful island.” It was the smallest of the islands, certainly it was calm here, but much to Andy’s surprise, Charlie shook his head. “No, Evoru is probably the wildest of them all. Rhando, even though it harbours the most species of Pokémon of all the Rorie-islands, is in fact most calm. Because the area of the island is smaller, there is a lot more struggle for territory.” Andy nodded to that, it made sense after all. “There is an Onix roaming this island, left behind by it’s trainer and he has become aggressive because of that. And we have a small pack of Houndour, lead by a Houndoom, who try to expand their territory.” Andy nodded and looked at his nephew, who listened to the conversation between the two older men. His Cyndaquil was curiously looking at his own kind, but he stayed next to Michael. One of the Cyndaquil curled up on the ground, yawned and lay his head down to sleep. “That one is an interesting one,” Charlie whispered. “I’ve seen him use Flamethrower and Eruption, which indicates it’s at a high level, but it hasn’t evolved yet.” “That is interesting,” Andy agreed and he made a small note of that. “I wonder...” Both Charlie and Michael looked at him, but Andy was looking at the now sleeping Cyndaquil with a frown in his forehead. “Uncle?” Michael whispered. “Remember how the legend said ‘it will remain one till the day it dies?’ I just wondered how literal we have to take those words.” Charlie shrugged. “That probably just means it will always keep it’s new-found powers,” he said. Andy nodded, that could be it of course. For now he settled on just quietly observing the colony-life. Two days of observing followed, two days in which Andy took notes when he noticed something interesting. They had set up a camp close to the colony, with three tents and a campfire in the middle. During the evenings, both Charlie and Andy told about their adventures and Michael listened with eyes that showed his eagerness to learn. He himself didn’t have any adventures to share. When Charlie informed if he had a girlfriend, because he certainly seemed old enough for that, Michael looked towards the campfire and shook his head. That made Andy and Charlie look at each other and nod, there definitely seemed to be a girl that had sparked his interest. On the third day they were once again looking at the colony and it seemed like nothing special was going on, just like the previous days. Until the ground trembled and a giant Onix appeared from the ground, roaring as the large body rose into the sky. The Cyndaquil started going towards the cave to hide, but with his large tail the onix swept some of the Cyndaquil from their feet. Charlie cowered behind the rocks they had been hiding behind. “That is the Onix I was talking about,” he whispered. Michael’s Cyndaquil hid in the arms of his trainer and Michael looked at the large rock-type with big eyes. “Shouldn’t we help?” he whispered to his uncle, but much to his surprise, his uncle shook his head. “We’re here to observe. Let’s see how they handle a threat.” The two Quilava were running around, doing their best to get the Cyndaquil to safety as the Typhlosion lit his flames and roared, ready to defend the colony. One of the Cyndaquil came standing next to him, also lighting his flames. Both of them used a flamethrower against the Onix, who roared when he was hit by the flames, but it didn’t seem to do a lot of damage. ‘Of course,’ Michael thought to himself. ‘Rock-types are resistant to fire-attacks.’ The Onix slammed his tail in the ground and rocks came hurling towards the Typhlosion and the Cyndaquil and they both got hit, though both managed to get back on their feet. The Onix did a second rock-throw and the Cyndaquil again lit his flames. This time the flames weren’t bright orange, as they normally were. They were shining in the colours of a rainbow and when it opened it’s mouth to launch a flamethrower, the flames came out in the colours of a rainbow as well. As the flames hit the incoming rocks, it shattered into a thousand pieces. Andy, Charlie and Michael watched in astonishment to what was happening. After only three days of observing, they had seen the Cyndaquil mentioned in legends: a Rainbow Cyndaquil. The Cyndaquil fired a second flamethrower at the Onix and this time it roared in pain as it hit. It quickly left again and the Cyndaquil let out a sigh of relief, as his rainbowcoloured flames died out again. With the Onix gone, the other Cyndaquil came from the cave again, very carefully at first, but as soon as it was clear that the threat was gone, they took care of the Cyndaquil that got wounded from the attack and otherwise just continued their daily activities. “That...” Michael whispered, “that...” “Was amazing?” Andy finished his nephew’s sentence and he noticed Michael nod. “Couldn’t agree more. Let’s go back to camp.” Once they were back in camp, Andy sat down in front of his tent and took his book about lore’s and legends in the Pokémon world from his backpack. He started to flip through the pages until he reached the chapter about the Rainbow Cyndaquil. “I was right,” he then said. “There is a Rainbow Cyndaquil here. And it has been for quite some time if he learned moves like flamethrower and eruption.” He tapped with his finger on one of the paragraphs and then gave the book to Charlie. “I’m certain there is a reason for that Cyndaquil to know the moves of a Typhlosion without evolving into one. That book says a Rainbow Cyndaquil will remain one until the day it dies. It also mentions that they gain a powerful gift, but also a sacrifice is made.” Michael looked at Charlie as he read through the entry he himself had read in the speedboat and then he looked at his uncle. “It certainly is a powerful gift,” he said. “It shattered that rock, normally fire does little damage to rocks.” “The flames will split the sea and destroy rocks, while leaving plants unharmed,” Charlie recited from the book. “It’s basically super-effective against types it’s normally weak to, judging from the effect the attack had on the Onix, but in return it will have no affect on types it’s normally strong against. That is at least what I make of that sentence.” He looked up from the book to look at Andy. “What do you think the sacrifice is?” “It’s just a theory,” Andy said. “But I’m going for evolution. It loses the ability to evolve, remaining in it’s first stage for ever. Literally remaining a Rainbow Cyndaquil for the rest of his live.” After those words a silence came over the camp, as the other two thought about it. Michael looked at his Cyndaquil, who looked up at him. Many wild first-stage Pokémon stayed in their first stage, but they had the ability to evolve when needed. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would make a Pokémon feel to know it’s kind could evolve, but he would never be able to. Evolving always meant getting stronger, comparing a first-stage and a final-stage of the same level always showed the final stage was stronger that it’s first-stage counterpart. Research done by professor Maple, the woman who lead the research facility where Andy worked, had proven that. “Quil?” Lytse asked as he looked at Michael, as if he wanted to ask what Michael was thinking about. Michael smiled and scratched the head of his Pokémon. “It’s nothing, just thinking about evolution. How about something to eat?” “Quil!” came the immediate and enthusiastic response and Michael laughed at that. He could have know his Cyndaquil would agree with that, so he reached towards his backpack to take an apple from it. Out of all the fruits and berries that existed, his Cyndaquil liked apples best. Andy watched how his nephew gave an apple to his Cyndaquil, who held the apple in his two front paws and happily munched on it. A smile appeared on Andy’s face as he realized how close the two were.