I show you this, a collaboration done by our whole site. From now on in this fan fic, most of the work is not mine, but rather the community. Now enjoy our work, because it was not easy to do over the months. This chapter is written by LH (me), proofread by Eeveelution and shadowslayer468. Chapter 1, Calder Lake. The yellow glow of the sun's radiation reflects off of the lake's crystal surface as it rises from above the plateaus to the east. Finneon, Goldeen, Luvdisc and other fish pokemon swim under the glaze of Calder Lake's waters. Behold Calder Lake, an oasis that lies northwest of Brine Cave, southwest of Quicksand Cave and east of Miracle Sea. The mappers don't show our name on the map, even though Calder Lake is there. Around the shores lie the slopes of plateaus on the north, south and east sides. Forming an inward bowl that shields us from the sandstorms that come from up north in the burning Northern Desert and Shimmering Desert. Water streams down the steep and sometimes gentle slopes of the plateaus. Most Pokemon think that the water comes from within the burning sands and rocks of the plateaus, for there is no snow nor rain in this arid place. But yet Calder Lake's waters are oval, full, and from the west to the east side it would take a Golduck 24 minutes to swim the whole distance back and forth. The winds from Miracle Sea make ripples in the lake's waters and cool during the peak of day. Our town, simply known as Calder Lake, lies on the western coast of these waters. Each home is crafted from slates of sandstone that are happily lugged into town by Machoke. Then cemented together to form the walls, floors and ceilings of our homes. Although our roads are only sand, many of the residents enjoy the feel of it between their toes. One nice thing about the sandstone is that it keeps our homes cool during the day, but warm during the chilly nights. We have various Water and Ground types, along with anyone that can take the heat or cool off in the lake. The Kecleon stand around the center of town provides each and every family with everything they could need, along with other businesses. Whenever someone gets sick, or, Arceus-forbid, heatstroke, every nearby citizen helps out and ensures a quick recovery back into normal life. … But that was before it all happened. I'll come to think of Calder Lake after that incident as more than just a peaceful lakeside town in the desert. In what was perhaps a week, my town became scarred due to the marks of an evil force that came down from the north. We always thought our peace was eternal. We were wrong. It started on a sunny summer day around noon. There were a few streaks of cirrus clouds high in the sky but other than that it was another hot day which gave everyone a reason to dip in the lake. I was walking back from the lake down the sandy road with sandstone buildings on either side, small holes with windows and stone doors were what I saw on each side with the walls. I chose to visit Kecleon for a few apples, then go home to my parents for the night. Oh how rude of me I didn't introduce myself yet! Before I go any further, my name is Marsee the Marill. I live in a two bedroom stone house on the south side of the town. My parents are both Azumarills. "Three apples will suit my parents, I think that's what they wanted..." I thought to myself as I bounced along the road towards the Kecleon stand. "Well, they'd better like the food anyway..." I wore a browned grass hat on my head. Most Pokémon around here are able to handle the sun in their eyes, but I prefer to have some cover. I got it from Kecleon a year ago, and it feels very comfortable, as if it were made for my head. I also carried a brown bag slung over my right shoulder to my left side. "Oh, Marsee!" Kecleon looked out from his stand noticing my footsteps, always happy to greet customers. "You look refreshed as always; did you have a nice swim in the lake again?" "Yes, I did. Wooper, Quagsire, and Buizel all gave quite a race in the water as always." I hopped onto the counter so he would be able to see me. I always told Kecleon what happened that day; everyone did. As a matter of fact, Buizel walked down the road just then. "Oh, what do you know, Buizel, did you came back too?" "Marsee..." Buizel nodded at me then Kecleon. "What did you tell him so far?" "Just about the race." "Did you tell him who won?" Buizel slid his chin at me, here we go... "No." I said, rolling my eyes as he started boasting again. "So all four of you swam west to east then back across the lake?" Kecleon asked. "Yes." Buizel answered. "And I won, ah ha, well then again I'm the fastest swimmer in our age group, right Marsee?" "Ehh. . ." I nodded. "I'm thirteen or so after all. You're lucky I didn't win." "Oh please, I wouldn't lose to a girl!" Buizel exclaimed. Buizel has an ego when it comes to things he's good at, I just nod and smile when he starts raving about him winning another swim, shooting the longest water gun, the usual for him. In fact, everyone simply nods and smiles when he says this--in fact the green Kecleon is doing it right now. Besides, we all know he doesn't challenge the adults for this kind of stuff. Our smiles are pity for him, and our nods shake off our slight resentment. He may be annoying, but he's perfectly harmless. "Anyway..." I turned my head towards Kecleon, and sniffed the fresh red apples, most likely from Apple Woods. "I need three apples, please." "Yes ma'am, that will be 300 Poké please." Kecleon spoke with excellent manners as he reached for the apples in his cool, shaded stand. It seems pretty dark in there too, but evidently he knows his way around. "Great, I see you have the 300 Poké ready so here you are!" I put the apples in my brown sack I had been carrying, and Kecleon put the Poké coins under the counter then asked if there was anything else he could do. "No, I'm fine, thanks." I smiled then jumped off the counter onto the sand. Ouch! I forgot that the sand is hot to the touch due to the sun. I jumped up, surprised, then realized it was normal and looked south down the road towards my house. Another set of footsteps stirring the sand got my attention, and from behind Buizel came a Grumpig. We all turned our attention towards this newcomer, we've never had a Grumpig around our town before. We've heard about them, like every other type of Pokémon, but not much else aside from appearance. "I assume you're new..." Buizel locked his eyes on Grumpig's eyes. "You just visiting?" The Grumpig turned his head up from the sand towards Buizel. His posture was strictly vertical, yet his smile peeled out from under his snout, giving a warm welcome that barely seemed to be too warm for this weather... He carried a large green jug belted onto his waist, which we assumed carried water. Slung over on his right shoulder was a brown sack full of his possessions. "Good afternoon." He greeted. His voice didn't snort in any way, which seemed strange, because I had learned that Grumpig was a pig, and pigs snort... "You too," said Buizel. "And yes, I'm just visiting." "Do you have a name?" Kecleon asked. "Yes, Grayboar," he answered. "Grayboar..." I pondered on his name... "Never heard of you before." "Oh I'm sure you haven't. I haven't been here before, you see?" Grayboar said. "Although I must say this place is very hot; if that lake wasn't here you wouldn't be living here, would you?" "Of course not," I replied warmly. "Calder Lake's waters are just right during even the hottest days. All drinkable too; it tastes very fresh. Have you tried it?" "Oh, yes I have." Grayboar answered. "Tastes better and cleaner than any river I've ever come across." Grayboar appeared to be searching his eyes across every inch of the town's layout, but of course that was natural I assumed. New Pokémon are naturally curious of new places, wanting to take in the views, weather, and feel of wherever they go. "You need a tour of the town?" Buizel asked. "I'll be sure to introduce everyone here, even myself." "Hmm..." Grayboar slightly frowned at Buizel's offer then returned to his smile. "Well, I've been walking around this town for about an hour. It's pleasantly small, I would say, just right... But thanks for the offer, young man." It must have been how we were smiling at Buizel that made Grayboar decline. Well, it was smart, it would have been him talking about every single big thing he's done and of course the phrase "Aren't I a winner sir?" would pop up in no time. "Have a nice visit Grayboar. In about one hour these plain buildings will be spread with business banners for things ranging from the dinner place to the special berry and seed shop run by Shiftry. I'm sure you didn't think these plain stone buildings were more than just homes." Kecleon smirked at Grayboar. "I see, they do this because...?" "Because a lot of them prefer to hit the lake and relax during the peak of day. Which leaves me as the prime businessman during the high heat, but I don't mind. Of course, this is the center of town; the homes are more towards the outside ring of all the stone." Kecleon explained. "Oh, okay," Grayboar nodded. "Hmm, see you later." Buizel left the scene. Everyone waved at him as he walked west and out of view. Grayboar locked his ears and eyes on Kecleon's talk about the many things he's seen in his years in the stand. The town and lake in general were also some of the things Kecleon talked about. It all seemed to attract Grayboar's fancy, and while they were talking, I decided I should get going home now and start our little dinner. So I nodded to them in farewell as I went south towards my home. "Hmm, just another guest lured in by the water while he was exploring I guess." I said as I walked over the sand. Heat comes not only from the sun, it also radiates off of the surrounding bricks of the buildings and the sand below your feet. It can really dry your tongue if you don't get into a cool shaded place soon. However, in a short time I knocked on the door to my house and opened it. I looked right at the door to my room, then left to my parent's room, then front left to the living room... I smelled the aroma of fruit—various fruit like berries and apples coming from the open room front right. Then I walked from the plain sandstone entrance room into the room I smelled the aroma. "Oh what did you make, mother?" I asked my Azumarill mother as she stood over a rock counter. "I dried some berries so you can taste the full sweetness of their sugar, just the way you like it." She stood back away from the assortment of dried goods so she could point her arm at them. "I've had my share, go ahead and eat as you wish, there's plenty of water too." I set my bag with the three apples inside on top of the counter and quickly took four dried Oran berries into my hands and chopped away at their sugar inside their skins. This room is the food and water storage room, and it's where we keep berries and apples on the shelves carved into the rock wall. The floor is slightly worn down from all the Pokemon walking on it. The lighting is provided through small holes on the east side of the room, which sends squares of light onto the gray, sand-covered floor. Counters are on most of the walls, providing space to work with food. And of course, a decent table for three is in the corner right of the door when you come in. "Wow, how long did you dry them this time?" I asked. "Oh, about since morning after you left for the lake." She answered. "You know father is still there too, right?" "Yeah, he loves water a lot." "I guess." She focused on my eyes. "How did you like the berries?" I must admit as always, my mother's dried berries always satisfied my sweet tooth at any given time. Of course, we do eat berries wet sometimes, but most of the time the only thing we would eat wet is apples. Even dried apples had crisp texture, as the chips cracked inside your mouth when you chew. "I love them!" I proclaimed. "Of course you do! Give mommy a hug." She opened her arms, and I jumped into them to embrace her motherly love. She rubbed her head against mine as she held me, just as usual. And so was the next thing she said--average, but nonetheless sincere. "I love you Marsee." "I know, mother." http://z15.invisionfree.com/PMD_Rescue_Community/index.php?act=idx We did our collaboration from there, PMDRC. 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