[color=#b4b4b4][h1][b]Petra[/b][/h1][/color]

[i]Folio’s Trunk - Floor 6[/i]

Petra kicked up a continuous cloud of dust, as she dragged her feet on the ancient floor, trying to amuse herself. 

This had to have been her fifth time walking through this dungeon. As always, it was different every time she went through, but that didn’t really make it particularly difficult or exciting. In fact, the extra time consumed to find her way through somewhere she already knew inside out made the whole thing kinda boring. 

Oh well. Prices had to be paid to go from inside the town to the outside. This was still the only place she’d explored since arriving. Petra usually used it as a sort of training. If she was going to explore anything, she had to understand the workings of the dungeon she already knew she could walk through. 

It didn’t feel like she was learning much anymore, though. She hadn’t seen anything new this entire time, for some reason. 

Actually, come to think of it, there was a suspicious lack of the mindless Pokemon that usually came alongside a dungeon exploration. For whatever reason, Petra had been able to make her way through all the last 5 floors completely unbothered. She didn’t mind, obviously, they were barely more than a nuisance at this point, but at the same time, the twisty cave’s silence gave a sort of growing eeriness. Petra, typically bold, found herself acting a bit more cautious around shadows and corners. So far, there’d been nothing to confirm her creeping shivers.

That is, until now. A faint, high voice, yelling out. Petra had no idea where this had come from, but it almost sounded like a child, screeching to another.

If that was the case, that could mean there was a child in the dungeons. While Petra was, technically young herself, she was fully capable of holding her own against the dungeon’s Pokemon. A kid, not so much. Petra ceased her foot-dragging. There was no time for that now, a kid could be in danger!

While not a particularly quick Pokemon to begin with, owing to her heavy natural armor, Petra was capable of sprinting at speeds that would typically be considered a leisurely jog by most others. As she sped through empty room after empty corridor, she finally encountered a trace- A room, with a severely blackened crater in one of the far walls.

As she approached it, Petra realized the blackness of the little crater was the effect of some sort of writing foul residue, of an unknown origin. She’d never seen anything like it. She hoped to never see it again.

Further investigation of the room around her revealed a large streak of floor, which had been roughly swept away with a poorly-made broom. Evidence of a fight? She hoped not. A fight would mean she was too late. 

It looked like whatever had happened here had happened only a minute ago. There was a staircase up in the other side of the stairs, and if the sounds were any indication, the combatants had continued upwards. Petra, afraid for this unknown child, rushed up the stairs to find them. 

At the next floor, there was even more evidence of attacks. More black craters in the walls near one of the corridors exiting the room she was in, and plenty of dust, hanging in the air. She hurried down the corridor, and sound started to become clear. Insults, yelling, and incoherent sentences soon became heard. 

Petra briefly paused her sprint, to pull a small seed from her ear. She wasn’t actually entirely sure what it did, but it looked vaguely menacing and smelled foul. She held it in her mouth, taking care not to bite into it, and then resumed her chase. 

Less than a minute later, she finally stumbled upon the source of the noise. There was a massive Gliscor, chasing something smaller and blue. The massive bat-scorpion was clearly the aggressor, flinging all sorts of attacks at the blue Pokemon. Petra saw her chance! There was a kid in danger, here was her shot at doing some good for once. 

Petra abruptly lifted herself up on two legs, then one, and spun herself around a few times. When she had built up enough speed, she released the seed from her mouth, which flung directly at the Gliscor. 

Before she could see what happened, though, she fell to her side. She was momentarily too dizzy to see what the seed did, but that would wear off soon. Petra hoped she hadn’t made a mistake.