Draft
The Kalos region was a wonderful region. Brimming with Pokemon, I had explored its sprawling caves, gazed at its sanguine sunsets, endured its testing weather. I was taken aback by the sight of spectacular animals, perched in trees or curiously peering at me from bulked bushes. Yet there was nothing, nothing I saw in the Kalos region that brought me to a state of pure euphoria as four differing, remarkable creatures. There was Braixen, a Fennec fox I stumbled upon in the outskirts of Kalos’ regional desert, seemingly unaware of its joyful onlooker. It had a sense of pride, staring out in the desert heat, sand cascading upwards before stopping motionless in the air, almost as if it were undecided on where to land. A moving gemrock took me by surprise, its innocent eyes peeking out at me with a confused nature. I later found out that locals named it Carbink, and that only the most adventurous of souls would be able to gander within close range of one. While scuba diving, a Clauncher was seen crawling under a rock, its blue-black stripes and magnificent cure a pure state of beauty. And of course, I was lucky enough to set my eyes on a distant Pyroar, its free-flowing mane and temperamental attribute obvious to anyone. Within my travels I had kept a journal, extracts of these aforementioned Pokemon, and I am about to entrust this information with you. Ready? Let’s begin.
Day 9 -- Lumiose Badlands (Route 13)
The heat was slowly but surely getting to me. A pool of sweat had formed across my brow, and my throat had begun to burst with soreness. While walking in the sand is hard work, I found it harder just to stay afoot with the relentless barrage of wind. Traversing through a large portion of the desert, I was wary of dust-balls appearing seemingly out of nowhere. I made a note of this. There it was -- a distant Helioptile, its eyes transfixed on mine. It gave an odd smile before scurrying across a sand dune. I had neither the time nor the energy to look for it once more. As wind pummeled me once more, I took refuge under a drying Babiri tree, its berries rotten and shriveled. And my, as luck would have it, I saw a non-human figure sprint in the distance, first on its hind legs before stopping, placing its forelegs down with grace. Slowly and silently tiptoeing nearer, its ears pricked up, before drooping again. I was amazed by its overwhelming beauty. It licked its hind legs and settled down, content with the position it was in. I finally came to my senses, realising what I had unintentionally came across -- a rare Fennec fox. Its ear hair blew in the wind, the fur stuck up like static. I took out my Pokedex and scanned the creature. A Fennec Fox, or a Braixen has sandy fur. This is due to sand blown into it over time, but it has a helpful effect of camouflaging it from its predators. Its ears serve to dissipate copious amounts of heat, and gifts Braixen with an acute sound of hearing. However, its large ear hair serves as a burden, resulting in a gradual loss of hearing the older a Braixen ages. As I stood there, my eyes glazing over, happiness spread throughout my face, the Fennec fox stood back up and took out a twig protruding from its tail. With that, she ran the stick over the sand, clearly drawing something, anything. I held my breath, taken aback by its intelligence. Once finished, it looked at me, and ran off, leaving me only with memories.
Day 16 -- Reflection Cave
It was a considerably eery silence that met me when I visited Reflection Cave for the second time. The only figure aside from myself in the cave, was, well, a reflection of myself. So you must understand me when I was heavily frightened by a shattering noise echoing from within the intertwining paths of the cave. And of course, you must understand me when I decided to take it upon myself to check out the source of the noise. What I saw next made me stumble backwards; a mirror was sprawled across the floor, the folklore of it being unshatterable disproven. The only thing, as the legend tells, that can break a mirror found in Reflection Cave is the constant sound of high-pitch noises, one above the average hearing range of a human. And yet it looked as if a common gemstone had been thrown at it. So when I picked up the rock, you must understand my initial fright when a grey head popped out from it, tiny ears and adorable eyes concentrated on my face. It was so small, so very small, but calling it fragile would be contrary to popular beliefs; what I was holding in my hand was the strongest Pokemon in the Kalos region in terms of breakability. I took out my Pokedex, wiping mud off it hurriedly, and scanned the gemstone. Light-blue gemstones are often living organisms called Carbink, a rare creature poached for its valuable crystals. When sensing danger, it burrows its head inside its shell and emits a continuous high-pitch squeal of up to 26,000 Hertz. I realised how the mirror had shattered, and, placing the Carbink down, took one last look and giggled uncontrollably. It was adorable. It face expressionless, it rolled away towards the depths of the cave.
