In a small crack in the great mountain's inner walls, lay a hidden Pokemon, rare and ancient for this time. His shield-like face light off a slight shine in the dim light that entered the depths of the caverns. After a few moments, his innate alarm clock woke him up slowly, and the Shieldon rose. Blinking in morning exhaustion, Benton stretched his miniature legs, yawning. Mount Coronet... the span of rocky hills that divide this region into two... His thoughts rambled on as he waddled out of the hole in the wall and into the wide maze of the mountain.
He had, after escaping the hungry maws of the infected for quite some time, run into Mount Coronet. BT had read a lot about its varied landscape, and though he was small, the little Shieldon had found himself eager to explore its tunnels. He was determined to conquer this mountain- and he would, given time of course. Patience is a virtue, after all.
Streams popped up here and there, and Benton glanced towards the nearby cave entrance that would lead out to Route 216. Which would lead to 217, to where it would then head into Snowpoint. The Shieldon yawned again, ruffling his Yellow Bow, and watched the morning sun rise through the opening. "A new beginning," he whispered, though mostly to himself than anyone else. Who would reply, in this barren world of undead Pokemon?
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