A Strategically Valuable Rain Dance Pokémon (Bonus Chapter for "Holy Flying Jet Water Sword")

"Misdreavus!"

With a flash of Red Light, Misdreavus finally woke up and came out for a happy little stroll.

She flew above Dian's head and grabbed hold of her trusty perch, ready to set sail at any moment.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar gray figure. But hadn't it looked a little small?

Her schedule was packed, though, and Lady Misdreavus soon put it out of her mind and turned her attention to the scenery.

Leaves rustled softly overhead, swaying in the breeze.

The wind bent the grass low. Dian leaned against a tree and enjoyed a rare moment of peace while Beedrill took an adorably clueless Zubat off to train nearby. Poor Zubat had no idea Beedrill saw her as the perfect moving target.

She thought she was going out to play. After all, she had never been out during the day before. Blue skies, green grass, white clouds—such sights had once been beyond anything she could imagine.

Sometimes, being caught was good for a Pokémon. Some loved the wide world beyond their home, and traveling step by step with a Trainer let them discover the world they had dreamed of.

Others preferred life with their own kind or the freedom to roam. For those Pokémon, letting go was not necessarily a bad thing.

Dian had originally caught Zubat only to make getting around the cave easier. Now it seemed their meeting might have been fate of some kind.

But he absolutely refused to admit that this airhead was his!

"Quag."

The dopey Quagsire happily wolfed down the food in front of her, her big tail swaying from side to side.

Then again, why wouldn't she be happy? She used to lie in a river with her mouth open and wait for food to drift in. Now