**Route 28**<br/><br/>Samuel raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. The man was good at making deductions.<br/><br/>"Well, you're not entirely accurate." Samuel informed, drinking some more of his water and nearly downing the whole bottle in a few short gulps. Somewhat more refreshed, he went on, "Lamia is, well.... dead. From what I know, she was a spirit guardian of this world, and she took the form of a great bird. Supposedly she was almost angelic, but something happened."<br/><br/>He leaned forward a little, looking into the fire and trying to recall the story, exactly as it had been told to him.<br/><br/>"I heard it from a friend of mine, when I was pretty young. Lamia died hundreds of years ago. You see, she was helping a young man and a monster attempt to break a curse threatening mankind. Unfortunately, midway through their adventure, the young man began having doubts. He decided he wanted to do things his own way, and Lamia backed him up, against the advice of the monster that was with them. The decision ultimately cost Lamia her life. As far as I know, the group was being pursued by a bunch of men who opposed the original idea. When the plan was abandoned, Lamia and company backtracked across a sea and Lamia was slain. It's said that her body fell into the ocean and disappeared completely, save for a single feather."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Vermillion City**<br/><br/>Approving of Renna's idea, Micah nodded. "Actually, I was hoping you'd say that. I would feel pretty bad if something happened to you when I might have been able to do something to prevent it. And I'm a little curious as to what sort of large monster could possibly be lurking in West Kanto. If it's a new species, finding it and making sure it doesn't hurt anyone else are of the utmost priority. Of course..."<br/><br/>And this time he slowed down his train of thought so that he could focus on what he really needed to do. "We still have to stop and talk to my father about my grand-dad. I really hope that the monster that attacked that trainer isn't the cause of my grandpa's disappearance." Norman stretched his arms behind his head, then relaxed them at his sides. "The trip will take us awhile, if you really want to come. I think it might behoove you to find some sort of disguise." He winked.