In the end, it was only a matter of time before reality began to sink in.

Seeing death, a faraway view of abstract calamity- well, that was one thing. Walking through it, though, hearing the faint screams of the wounded and dying, the smell of sharp ashes on the wind and crumbled homes breaking underfoot... even the most innocent of minds could only deny so much. As she roved deeper into the newly birthed wasteland Daisy found herself trembling, small hands clutching one another as tears welled up in her eyes.

Mere hours before, she'd thought herself quite a grown-up young woman. After all, she could travel by herself and had her very own team of Pokemon, each one raised and trained with care and dedication. Whatever the world threw at her, she could take it, right? Only not this. She hadn't been ready for this.

Hearing movement up ahead, she jumped back in fright, her imagination instantly conjuring up a variety of horrifying sights that slowly stalked towards her. What emerged, however, was altogether more familiar and a great deal less frightening. [color=fff200]"A... a Lucario..."[/color] she stuttered, surprised to see something looking quite alive and well in a place so utterly devastated. 

The Pokemon wasn't alone, either. As Daisy slowly and timidly made her approach, she found a small crowd of people, beaten and battered but alive. Not far off was a young Trainer, apparently the owner of that Lucario, in conversation with an older man. Daisy could barely make out what they were talking about, and it didn't sound good.

[color=fff200]"The end of days?"[/color] It was rude to interrupt, she knew, but shock had done away with most of her manners. [color=fff200]"You mean... what happened here might happen to other towns as well?"[/color] Small, frightened tears were running down her cheeks now, but her hands were clenched into fists. Deep down, she already knew what the answer would be.

[@Mike the Bloodwolf][@Dealdric]