Leyendas | Pokemon Arceus

Captain Cyllene had called the mission foolish. Professor Laventon had wrung his hands. But the request from the Ginkgo Guild was clear: retrieve the Black Augurite embedded in the Snorlax’s matted fur, or the village’s supply of evolution stones would be cut off for a season. No other survey corps member would risk it.

The Arc Phone pulsed again. On its screen, a new entry appeared in the Pokédex: Leyendas Pokemon Arceus

Snorlax — The Sleeping Pokémon. Its trust is not given to the strongest, but to the quietest. Captain Cyllene had called the mission foolish

From her satchel, she drew a single Caster Fern, still wet with morning dew. She placed it on the ground and stepped back. No other survey corps member would risk it

And she walked home.

The Alpha Snorlax blinked. It sniffed the air—once, twice. Then, with a sound like a collapsing barn, it lowered its massive head. Its tongue, rough as pumice, swept the fern from the earth. It chewed. Swallowed. And then, slowly, deliberately, it rolled onto its side, presenting the Black Augurite like a cat offering a dead mouse.

The Snorlax’s eye snapped open. Gold. Pupilless. Aware.