**Palette Town -- Hospital**<br/><br/>Micah turned back to look at Sarianna after watching his family leave through the door, and when he saw her trying to get up, he let out a sharp gasp. His outstretched hand shot out and grabbed her arm to steady her, and he pulled her up against him so that she wouldn't fall. Frowning a little, he looked down at her with silently fierce eyes.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't be getting up." He scolded, easing the girl back down onto the bed. "You're not well just yet, and you still need rest. The doctor's said you can probably leave tomorrow as long as you take it easy." Eying her for a moment, he added, "And even after you get out, you still can't be doing too much. You don't want to pop your stitches."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Unknown Location**<br/><br/>The ground rushed up at him with tremendous speed and force, and when Kavarr hit, blackness swallowed him.<br/><br/>Hours later, his eyes flicked open slowly, gleaming in the darkness. His pain and discomfort was gone, but in its place was a strange numbness. The sensations of the cold night air and the rocks and twigs underneath his body still prickled his skin, but there was something distant about it. Everything he felt seemed almost...unreal.<br/><br/><em>I must be dead.</em>He mused. Those accursed water pokemon and their trainers had dealt a serious blow.<br/><br/>A crack of thunder split the silence, and a flicker of light outlined the shadows of surrounding trees. A drop of water landed on the end of Kavarr's snout, followed by another right between his eyes. Growling low in his throat, he started trying to get up. If he stayed out in the rain, and he wasn't dead already, he would be soon. Unfortunately, his body didn't respond to the attempt to rise. It didn't move at all. Confused and startled by the lack of response from his own limbs, Kavarr concentrated hard,<em>willing</em>his wings to open and his legs to pull up underneath him.<br/><br/>Still no response.<br/><br/>The rain started coming down much harder, its unpleasant chill damp and unwelcome against the charizard's scaled hide. Kavarr's fear escalated to near panic. He couldn't stay here, not like this. But he couldn't move--not even a little. Deciding that maybe he was trying for too much at once, he simply tried to curl his fingers and toes. Nothing. Frightened, Kavarr tried to cry out, but even his voice box was paralyzed. He struggled, straining and battling against air that seemed to weigh tens of thousands of tons. It wasn't long before he realized he was exhausting what little energy he had, and he heaved a resigned sigh as rivulets of water rolled down his shoulders and pooled around him. His eyes fell slowly closed, and he cursed over and over to himself in his mind. This was that girl's fault. That stupid Sari. She killed him. She--<br/><br/>His eyes shot open suddenly, rage boiling under his skin to replace his misery. He wanted to kill her....or worse. Yes, worse. But it was too late now. There was no way he could hope to do anything. Starting to close his eyes again, he stopped when he noticed something odd. The ground...it was breathing? No, that was ridiculous. The ground didn't breathe. He tried to turn his gaze downward, but it was impossible to see anything other than rocks. He snorted to himself, eying the suspicious earth as water collected and ran between the crevices in the ground in thick,<em>black</em>trails.<br/><br/>That was odd too. Oil..... That's what it was like. It was thick...oozing slowly with a potently acrid smell. He closed his eyes and opened them again. More oil, sliding toward him, even against gravity in some cases. If it was oil, at least it wouldn't put out his fire.<br/><br/><em>Be oil....</em>He thought.<em>I don't want to believe that I'm going crazy. Maybe it's because I'm dying....Maybe I'm hallucinating.</em><br/><br/>That was when he noticed the trees. They were growing, reaching away from him. They were twisting.