Xerione’s pokemon stared at her in shock. “X-Xerione… I’ve never seen you so upset.” Flannere exclaimed, dropping her tough act. “Yeah, that must’ve been rough.” Kai exclaimed. Tears streamed down Xerione’s face. Kira walked over to Xerione. “But remember, we are here for you.” Kira exclaimed. “We will always be here, m’lady.” Alexander comforted. All of her pokemon stepped forwards, squeezing her up in a hug. Somehow, Xerione could feel Volt in the room with her. Xerione hugged her friends tighter.
“Now, lets go, guys! I’m feeling much better.” Xerione proclaimed. The gang walked out of town.
(After a bit of walking…)
“Xerione! Over here!” A familiar voice called. Yvonne waved both hands frantically in the air. “Yvonne!” Xerione sprinted up. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “Well, ask Mr. Black Belt!” Yvonne exclaimed. Xerione turned over to the man, to find him attempting to push a giant snorlax out of the way. “Ugh. If only I had my pokeflute…” The Black Belt muttered under his breath. “Um, Sir, I could try to help you get your Pokeflute back.” Xerione offered. “Really?!” The man exclaimed. “It’s inside of Parfrum Palace! Now go!” “Wait- Parfrum Palace?!” Xerione protested, but Yvonne had already grabbed her hand and pulled her off.
Xerione and Yvonne arrived at the Parfrum Palace gates. She sighed, annoyed. “Why so upset?” Yvonne asked. “N-No reason!” Xerione exclaimed. Yvonne began to run towards the entrance. “Okay then. Let’s get in that hoity toity spot and-“ She was cut off by a guard shoving her into the ground. “What was that for, ya dingus?!” Yvonne yelled. “That will be 2000 poke, please.” The guard held out his hand. “Whaaaat?!” She complained. Xerione dashed over to Yvonne, helping her up. “She’s with me.” Xerione sighed. “M-Miss Parfrum! I am so sorry, I didn’t know. You may pass.” The guard stuttered, stepping away. “Good luck to me.” Xerione sighed, and walked into the palace.
“Now, lets go, guys! I’m feeling much better.” Xerione proclaimed. The gang walked out of town.
(After a bit of walking…)
“Xerione! Over here!” A familiar voice called. Yvonne waved both hands frantically in the air. “Yvonne!” Xerione sprinted up. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “Well, ask Mr. Black Belt!” Yvonne exclaimed. Xerione turned over to the man, to find him attempting to push a giant snorlax out of the way. “Ugh. If only I had my pokeflute…” The Black Belt muttered under his breath. “Um, Sir, I could try to help you get your Pokeflute back.” Xerione offered. “Really?!” The man exclaimed. “It’s inside of Parfrum Palace! Now go!” “Wait- Parfrum Palace?!” Xerione protested, but Yvonne had already grabbed her hand and pulled her off.
Xerione and Yvonne arrived at the Parfrum Palace gates. She sighed, annoyed. “Why so upset?” Yvonne asked. “N-No reason!” Xerione exclaimed. Yvonne began to run towards the entrance. “Okay then. Let’s get in that hoity toity spot and-“ She was cut off by a guard shoving her into the ground. “What was that for, ya dingus?!” Yvonne yelled. “That will be 2000 poke, please.” The guard held out his hand. “Whaaaat?!” She complained. Xerione dashed over to Yvonne, helping her up. “She’s with me.” Xerione sighed. “M-Miss Parfrum! I am so sorry, I didn’t know. You may pass.” The guard stuttered, stepping away. “Good luck to me.” Xerione sighed, and walked into the palace.