Radiant Chapter 3 - Legends of Old

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Chapter 3 - Legends of Old Isis hummed to herself as she swept the floor of the sanctuary. Her eyes drifted over to Crown, who was playing with the other pokemon. Only 2 days in the sanctuary, and it was making friends already. She was glad about that, as she was worried at first that the strange pokemon would be rejected by the others. As she finished sweeping, she heard a loud knock. The door swung open as a familiar ginger boy walked to he counter. "Isis, I think I found something big!" Isis sat down in a chair, her arms crossed. "Couldn't you have at least waited for me to open the door?" "As grumpy as ever, Isis," sighed Ray. "But trust me, this is important." "Fine. What is it?" "Well, I've been out with Farmer John's son, Leo. We've been looking for some good, fertile farmland in the tundra, when we found this plaque." "A plaque?" "Yeah, there was something written on it. I wrote it down somewhere, lemme check." He checked his pockets, before pulling out a sheet of paper. "Ah, here it is!" He handed it to Isis. "Once, these lusciously green lands of ours lay barren," Isis read aloud. "The grass wilted. Our crops withered. This was a tundra shrouded in frigid cold. Many days into a bleak winter, a Pokémon appeared on the tundra—adorned with a regal crown yet wounded and weak. Full of pity, our people brought the Pokémon to our village and saw to its care." Ray nodded as she read. "A Pokemon appearing in the tundra? Adorned with a regal crown, yet wounded and weak? Does that seem familiar to you?" Isis looked at Crown, who was levitating Carbink and Amaura into the air. She recalled how the strange pokemon had already been injured when it had saved them from Moltres. "There's more to you than we thought," she mused, watching Crown thoughtfully. "Much, much more." "Exactly," confirmed Ray. "And we're gonna get to the bottom of it." Isis quickly turned to Ray. "We?" "Yeah, duh! Crown obviously likes you a lot better than me, which by the way, is a very poor judgement on its part." She let out a long exasperated sigh, ignoring his indirect jab at her. "Fine. But you are NOT making me fight another legendary pokemon." He held his hands up. "Alright, alright, no need to call me out like that. Next time me and Swinub fight it, we'll be strong enough to do it ourselves!" "That isn't what I meant, Ray." The duo's first destination was the mayor's house. "As a caretaker of the pokemon in our sanctuary, I feel like it should be my duty to learn more about the pokemon of the Tundra. This, of course, includes the legends and myths of times long past," Isis explained to the mayor. "Therefore, we would like to borrow some books in your collection." "That's all well and good, but what is the adventure boy doing here?" asked the mayor. "Wouldn't he be going out, getting himself into trouble like the other young boys?" "You're absolutely right about that, but this time, he insisted on coming with me. Strange, I know." "I see. Well, you're free to come by any time. It's been ages since anyone has taken interest in these fairy tales." "Thank you very much." She walked over to Ray, whose hands were filled with books. "These seem to be the most relevant," he said, his voice somewhat strained. "The Freezington Snow Samba?" she muttered, reading the spines of the books. "Okay, I got that one because it sounds cool." She sighed. "Then we'll be off." She looked over at the mayor. "Thank you again!" He nodded. "My pleasure." As the two departed, Isis caught sight of a boy with a red scarf peering through the back window of the sanctuary. But, by the time they got back, he was gone. She disregarded him as some kid who wanted to see the pokemon play, forgetting about a certain pokemon in her care he most definitely had seen. But that was a problem for another day, as the young girl had something else to attend to. Isis peered over the book. "...The king of bountiful harvests." she muttered. "It brought lush vegetation and good harvest each year. It also has the power to see the past, present, and future." She looked up at Ray. "Well, there are no pictures in here. How can we be sure that Crown is indeed the King of Bountiful Harvests?" "Think about it," said Ray. "It's the KING of bountiful harvests. Not the prince, nor the duke, nor the emperor. And a king would have a crown, right? Just like what Crown has on its head!" "We aren't even sure if these stories are true. For all we know, these are just legends. Myths. Fairytales." She crossed her arms. "So until we have solid evidence, we can't make any assumptions." Ray pondered this. "Then we'll find evidence. Remember that plaque I found? There has to be more, I just know it!" "Ray..." "Look, Isis. You said there was more to Crown than what meets the eye, right? What if something is coming? Something much, much bigger than we're used to. We can't just wait here, waiting for something to happen."