It had been quite a while since the boy was told that it was going to be okay. For a moment, his heart ache at the thought of his mother. But he had no time to reminisce the past. He had to stay grounded in the present and help his Turtwig, Twiggy.

     Wasting no more time, the boy hurried towards one of the drinking bowls and picked one up. With Twiggy cradled in his arms, Mason fed him some of the water. 

     Slowly, the sprout on top of Twiggy’s head began to flourish. Mason’s face brightened at the sight of that. ”Twiggy!” he exclaimed as he hugged the turtle-like Pokemon closer to himself. 

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    The boy muttered a thank you before taking the damped towel and placed it on the Turtwig’s head. Mason felt much more relieved seeing Twiggy it a much better state. Though he was still a little bit worried. 

     Mason especially did not expect to receive such kindness from someone he didn’t know, especially the part where he was told that he did good. ”Oh, t-thank you,”, he took the bottle from the man and twisted the cap open, before replenishing himself with the liquid that is essential to life. He did not know how heated his body was until the water cooled his body down. 

     ”Don’t you think that the weather is a little bit too hot though?” he asked. His worries from before still lingered. His gut told him that something was amiss with the temperature. Like it wasn’t natural at all.

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    Mason was unsettled. He felt like he had to do something. Maybe Amor had thought him well that it is better to act than do nothing. Without thinking much about he stood up and looked at the older man,

     ”Hey, can I leave Twiggy here with you while I go scout the area?”.

     Despite his young and naive appearance, his eyes glowed with determination. 

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    Mason was a bit amused when he let out a soft chuckle at the older man’s question. ”Of course I have other Pokemon with me, don’t worry,”. 

     He took a Poke Ball from inside his bag and threw it into the open space. Momentarily after, a large serpent-like entity appeared with her own cry. ”Calm down Lily, we are not fighting anybody,” he said as he stroke the Milotic.

     Lily had always been his late mother’s ace Pokemon. So she always expect a battle whenever she was brought out, hence the battle cry. The boy climbed up on the floating Milotic, then looked down at the pink-haired man. ”I’ll scout the area first, I’ll head back here as soon as I found something,”.

     With that, he and his Milotic went off to begin their search. The Milotic was surprisingly fast, one could only imagine how fast she would be on water. 

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     Something told him that the problem came from somewhere near the beach, so that was where he was headed to. He had always believed in his gut, it had helped him through many a situation.

    He and his Milotic scoured the beach, looking for anything that seemed unusual. It was summer, the beach was supposed to be packed with people, but none were seen. Perhaps everyone felt like it was too hot to go anywhere near the beach, and that was when Mason sweated like hell.

     His shirt was so drenched that he had to take them off, It was definitely hotter at the beach than inside the town areas. This just confirmed that the source was somewhere in the beach, now he just had to find where.

     ”Lily, let’s soak in the water for a while,” he said, feeling a bit dizzy. The Pokemon wasted no time getting into the water, as she was also feeling a little bit too hot.

     Both of them cooled down in the water before continuing their search, this time though, they stayed inside the water. After a while, something caught Mason’s eyes.

     A black smoke could be seen at the far end of the beach. The duo went on to investigate it. The boy was careful to stay hidden amongst the waves, keeping a very large distance between the smoke. As he looked closer, he saw a Torkoal looking up at the sky, black smokes and heat waves were emitted from its body.
   
     It took him a while, but then he figured out what the Torkoal was doing and why the weather was so hot. He and his Milotic, Lily, returned to where the nice pink haired man was stationed at.

     ”I found a Torkoal at the beach, I think it is lost and is scared. It’s been releasing Heat Waves non stop and I’m very sure that’s the cause of this weather.” he explained immediately as he got within hearing distance.

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It was true, the situation was very complicated. They could not simply attack the Torkoal, they need to bring it out of there and back to its natural habitat, in volcanoes and caves. But Mason had no idea on how to do something like that.

Mason definitely did not expect a sudden compliment for him. To him, it came out of nowhere. He simply smiled at that, not knowing what else to say.

The pink haired man had a brilliant idea, to call the Rangers. That was when it hits him that the man was also a ranger, and hence why he prepared a pool and everything to cool Pokemon down. ”Yeah that sounds gr-“

BOOM!

A sudden loud explosion could be heard, stopping Mason from finishing his sentence as his head turned towards the source of the noise. He immediately knew that it came from where he saw the Torkoal. Without thinking about it twice, he immediately went off with his Milotic to the site of the explosion.

As the boy neared, he could hear a roar of a Pokemon, one that definitely did not belong to the Torkoal. Then he saw it, a large Gyarados intimidating the Torkoal. It seemed like the two were about to start fighting, and Mason knew he had to stop them immediately.

The Gyarados lifted its head, then a ball of energy began to form near its mouth. The boy knew what that move was, it was a Hyper Beam, and if he did not act now, parts of the beach will be destroyed.

”Lily Ice Beam!”

The Milotic shot a jet of water at the Gyarados. The water then turned into ice as soon as it made contact with the dragon-like Pokemon, stopping it from fully charging its Hyper Beam.

The Atrocious Pokemon was not delighted to see Mason and his Milotic, it turned to face them and roared before charging at them. Any sane person would jump out of the way of a Pokemon battle, but Mason stayed on his Milotic, eyes determined and his face showed no sign of fear.

”Not yet... Not yet... Now!” the Milotic’s body glowed a bright green before a pulse of energy was released at the raging Gyarados, knocking it away.

He knew he could not simply beat the shit out of the Gyarados. The best he could do was to stall some time and protect the Torkoal until the rangers come.

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