Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

Get down to earth, keep your feet on the ground.

I've been flying for too long and I'm really a bit tired.

Right, Groudon.

Groudon: Did I provoke you? →_→

The trees in the forest are extremely tall, and their dense canopies completely block the sky.

The faint light struggled to penetrate layers of fog and obstacles, and fell into the depths of the forest.

As a result, there are very few small and medium-sized vegetation on the ground, which looks bare and desolate, with rotten leaves all over the ground.

The fallen leaves feel soft and comfortable under my feet.

But at the same time, Donald also worried whether there were snakes, insects and other elves hiding under the leaves.

However, this concern only exists for creatures that have been attacked by Donald before.

Donald had expected to see a scene full of life and vitality after entering the forest, but the reality was quite different.

It was dead silent here, and even traces of ordinary creatures were hard to find, let alone the Pokémon he had always dreamed of.

"It's strange, why is it so quiet here?"

Just as he was beginning to wonder, a faint cry came faintly from the center of the forest.

Hearing the voice, Donald stopped immediately.

“This seems to be the cry of a human being.”

He looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"How did humans end up in a place like this?

Is this a prank by a ghost-type Pokémon?"

Donald couldn't help but hesitate.

"Is there anyone who can help me save him?"

"Please!"

“It seems like there is really someone there!”

Donald shook his ears to make sure he had heard correctly, and then a sound came from his throat.

"Go and have a look, but if something doesn't seem right, run away immediately."

After saying that, Donald cautiously groped his way towards the direction where the sound came from.

To prevent getting lost, it would use its claws to scratch a mark on the tree trunk every time it walked a certain distance.

After a few minutes, the cry for help became clearer and clearer.

Donald looked forward and found that the person calling for help was actually a teenager, and his voice sounded very young and immature.

I saw the young man stumbling and running wildly in the Sunset Forest. His clothes were tattered, his whole body was covered with stains, and his face was dirty.

His hair was matted like a bunch of weeds, covering his eyes.

There were some minor wounds on his face, probably caused by being scratched by branches while running in the forest.

"Please, help me."

The young man kept shouting.

His lips were chapped, his face was pale, and he looked very weak.

He was thin and had very slender arms and legs, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The moment he saw the boy, Donald immediately understood.

Insect Catcher!

Oh, yes.

It can only be them.

After all, as long as it is a forest, there is really no place that the insect catcher dare not go.

They often only need to bring a few small insects to search the entire forest.

Looking around, I saw what the child was holding?

It was covered with thick mud and was wriggling slowly in the child's arms.

Donald saw the slightly trembling little creature from afar, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

At first, Donald thought the elf had lost its life and became a cold corpse.

However, when he looked more closely, he discovered some surprising details.