Kapitel 3: Chapter 3 Shelter
Luke (Charmander):
(eyes scanning the forest, cautious yet determined)
"I need shelter... someplace safe."
(his human instincts mixing with his primal urges)
"The beach was too exposed. I can't stay out here."
Luke's flame flickers softly, barely lighting the way. His heightened senses tell him that predators are everywhere, watching, waiting. His claws flex in anticipation as he creeps through the forest, careful to avoid drawing attention. He moves slowly, listening for any signs of danger.
After what feels like hours of cautious trekking, Luke catches the scent of something faint—a cave. The scent is stale, not freshly marked by any territorial Pokémon, but he knows the forest is dangerous, and even the smallest mistake could mean his death.
Luke (Charmander):
(sniffing the air)
"A cave... but I'm not the only one who would want it. I've got to be careful."
Luke approaches the cave cautiously, and before entering, he catches the faint, fluttering sounds of wings inside. His heart skips a beat—Zubats. He instinctively knows he can't take on a full colony of them, but his human mind kicks in, calculating a way to use his surroundings to his advantage.
Luke (inner monologue):
(a plan forming in his mind)
"If I can't fight them, I'll smoke them out."
Luke quickly gathers dry sticks, leaves, and twigs from around the forest. He piles them up outside the cave's entrance, his black scales blending into the night. His tail flame glows brighter as he leans down and breathes a steady Ember onto the woodpile. The sticks catch fire quickly, and soon a thick plume of smoke begins to drift into the cave.
Luke steps back, watching the smoke billow into the cave. The fluttering sounds inside intensify as the Zubats begin to panic. One by one, the creatures try to escape, flapping out of the cave's mouth in a frenzy, their screeches piercing the night air.
Luke (Charmander):
(focusing, eyes narrowing as he aims)
"Gotcha."
As the Zubats emerge, Luke lets out precise bursts of Ember, shooting the fleeing Pokémon out of the sky. One after another, they fall to the ground, their wings singed. The smoke grows thicker, and soon most of the colony is either dead or has fled, unable to withstand the suffocating fumes.
Luke (Charmander):
(smirking, his tail flame flickering brightly)
"Perfect."
The cave now belongs to him. Luke steps inside, the smell of burning wood and Pokémon flesh lingering in the air. The deeper he goes, the darker and colder it gets. The stone walls are lined with old bones, remnants of creatures that had once made this place their home. It's clear that the cave has seen violence, and Luke knows that it might have been abandoned for a reason.
As he moves further into the cave, the darkness becomes oppressive. His flame casts eerie shadows on the walls, and a sense of unease settles over him. He reaches a point where the cave opens into a larger chamber, but the darkness ahead feels different—it's more than just the absence of light. It's cold, foreboding, and the air is thick with an unsettling energy.
Luke (Charmander):
(hesitating, his survival instincts flaring up)
"Something's not right about this place."
(looking into the abyss, feeling a shiver run down his spine)
"I'm not ready for whatever's in there."
Luke steps back from the pitch-black section of the cave, deciding to leave it alone for now. His human side knows better than to explore blindly into danger. He moves back to the cave's entrance, where the smoke has finally cleared, and the bodies of Zubats lie scattered. Luke chooses a safe corner near the entrance and curls up, his tail flame lighting the cave faintly. His mind races, thinking about what he's learned so far.
Luke (inner monologue):
(determined)
"I'm getting stronger... faster... smarter. But this island is full of things that are way worse than me right now."
(looking back toward the dark section of the cave)
"I'll be back for whatever's lurking in there. When I'm ready."
Luke curls up tighter, his tail flame casting long shadows. His body relaxes, but his mind is still racing. The fire he started outside continues to smolder, warding off any unwanted visitors for the night. But he knows this is only the beginning. To survive on this island, he'll need more than just instincts. He'll need strategy, strength, and most importantly, power.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein