Denial, Isolation and Anger
The days at Fort Vulture were always dry. With the heat and desolation the Fort rarely saw action. It was as if the desert itself stood still in time. Even the Pokemon adapted to the desert didn't want to do anything during the day time.
Fort Vulture was always dry. The heat and desolation rarely saw action. Tsaikogen would spend most days napping. Others may have chosen to keep busy, either to remain sharp or to fight the madness of boredom.
Fort Vulture always dry. Heat and desolation. The Generals stories would go on to anyone listening. Darsabre would perform various drills and activities to keep her skills sharp.
Always dry. Heat and desolation. Darsabre would sleep on my lap, sometimes falling asleep when Pepper told us his stories. I knew the real her, the real him.
Desolation. Darsabres asleep again. She's in the corner by herself. I can see Pepper telling someone off, but where's Wilda? Why isn't The General moving?
Tsaikogen awakens with a ragged yelp. His throat dry and head pounding. His stomache churned with nausea as he dripped with a cold sweat. Chilled winds blew in through the cave entrance, the only warmth coming from a nearby campfire. As he attempted to stand he immediately falls back, his muscles aching and burning. Clearing his throat he calls out to see if anyone was nearby.
Having heard the calls Wilda glides in through the cave entrance. She rushes to Tsaikogens side and checks his eyes as he hazily tries to communicate with her. With a rasping breath Tsaikogen says "Water...". Wilda reaches for a wooden bowl nearby and holds it to Tsaikogens mouth, simultaneously supporting his head with the rest of her tail. Tsaikogen weakly holds the bowl closer with both hands, spilling more than he seems to drink. Sated, he drops the bowl and gasps for breath. He tries to move while still being supported by Wilda, but fails again. Looking to Wilda he asks "Where... What happened?" Wilda, acting somewhat confused by the question says "You don't remember?" She adjusts her body wait, leaning Tsaikogen more up write. "You've been out for several days. I was worried you were going to starve to death or something. Were too far from any civilization to find you some help." Tsaikogen, his eyes widening and more alert. "What happened? Where are the others? The Gen... Your Uncle, and Darsabre." Wilda, unable to find the words, didn't know how to answer Tsais question. There is a war going, she had list friends and family before and knew how to deal with it, but she still wasn't able to face others with such news.
Having read Wildas gestures Tsaikogen push away, bracing himself against the cave wall to find his footing. Shaking his head in disbelief he call out "Darsabre! General!" He continues to call, making his way to the cave entrance, falling to his knees several times before reaching the mouth. The chilled wind bit like a snake, the ambiance he was accustom to hearing in the desert cut by the sound of a running stream nearby. The wind echoed as it passed through the crag.
Wilda glides alongside Tsaikogen as he braces himself against the wall. Though she still didn't know how to tell Tsaikogen that they were gone she could tell by Tsaikogens expression that she no longer needed to. Looking to the running stream, Wilda says "It happened before you passed out. They were both badly injured, then you did something with your tail." She turns to face Tsaikogen. "Some kind of green light. Then you passed out." Tsaikogen, looking to the ground to collect his thaughts. His head still pounding he runs his hand through his hair. "It was... It was a Healing Wish. It should have worked..." Tsaikogen looks to Wilda angerly. It should have worked! Where are they?" Wilda, drifting away from Tsaikogen, avoiding eye contact as she speaks. "I buried them on the hill above us." Part frustrated, part scared, Tsaikogen shouts "What?!" He stammers out of the cave, falling to his knees again. Before Wilda could pick him up Tsaikogen reaches for a nearby bush and yanks off a dead branch. Using it as a crutch he staggers up a path leading upward before finding himself walled in by the steep, rocky side of the crag. Wilda was following from a short distance, warning Tsaikogen not to push himself. Seeing his failed attempt at climbing the wall Wilda wraps around Tsaikogen and manages to fly him to the top despite his protests.
As Wilda sat him down Tsaikogen sees the graves. Without his crutch walking was arduous, but he makes it to the first grave before falling to the ground again. This time, however, the fall was by choice as Tsaikogen grabbed two rocks off the pile before stopping himself. Wilda had not moved from the side of the cliff, only able to watch as Tsaikogen copes with the reality of their situation.
Tsaikogens anger changes from confusion to a tired sadness "But it should have worked..."