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The universe had to be laughing at Lys. God knows she wouldn’t blame them.

When she set off from Pewter City she expected nothing but easy travels. It was stupid, sure, but nobody told her she might die in this godforsaken mountain. Mt. Moon? More like Mt. Bad Luck. How was she supposed to know a seismic anomaly was going to cause a severe cave-in? Nobody told stories like this. The novels that her friend Elise read about the life of Pokémon Trainers never told stories like this. Those novels were works of fiction. Made for kids. She should’ve prepared more. Maybe went the long way around to Cerulean City.

She sighed, it was too late for should’ve and could’ve.

At least she was smart enough to set a fire. A few magazines made decent tinder and her cooking pot was full of dried trail rations. She was thankful enough she was smart enough to know how to set fires and cook food. Didn’t help much. It was still cold as heck and she knew splitting what food she had wasn’t smart, but being a Pokemon Trainer wasn’t being about selfishness, or at least the kind of trainer she wanted to be wasn’t. Lys looked over to the group that had assembled by the fire, the group of random kids like her who just happened to be trapped by the cave in. Lys figured none of them had rock types or something that could dig them out of this section of cave. 

The fear of starving to death had crossed the Cinnabar Island native's mind. About five hundred times, actually. She figured with the short path out of picture, she and her trusty Charmander was going to have to take the long and decidedly sketchy way. The mine shaft had lots of “do not enter” tape and “danger: unsafe tunnels” signs. Definitely not the ideal situation, but she doubted help would come. Plus, Lys was impatient. Not impatient to brazenly do it before she found her nerves, but she knew that if she was getting out of Mt. Moon it was going to be done by finding a way out. Maybe the others would follow her. Help out somehow. She figured they’d like to get out, too.

She smiled warmly, as if the situation didn't make her absolutely nervous. 

[color=9B59B3]“My name's Elyssa, by-the-way. Friends call me Lys. This is Char.”[/color] She gestured to her Pokémon. Well, her active Pokémon. Having a fire type made keeping the campfire lit easy pickings. She half-laughed, [color=9B59B3]“Gotta say, this is not going in my autobiography when I'm a Pokémon Master. Way too embrassing.”[/color]


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