It was sunset on the end of a warm July day. A lone Gallade sat at the top of a wooded hill overlooking the sun setting over the field. He had just finished foraging for berries to take back home. After enjoying the sun he grabbed his pouch of berries and set off for home.

 As he started to walk back through the woods, he noticed a mound to his right. He remembered his father warning him not to go near it when he was only a Kirlia. “But why?” he asked himself as his curiosity began to take hold over him. He walked up to the mound, nothing too special about it at a moments glance. But when he decided to look at it a bit closer he noticed something sticking out of it.

Digging through the pile he found some rather odd items. Some of the items he found were wires, metal plates, and a Diglet who was rather upset due to it's unearthing. The Gallade had no idea what any of this stuff was, and promptly decided to leave. Just as he began to leave, something else caught the Gallade's eye. It was cylindrical in shape, albeit somewhat irregular with some deformities throughout it. It had a dome of sorts over the top half of it made out of some sort of clear substance. This really caught his attention.

On the inside of this odd artifact was a array of coils and other things that was completely alien to to Gallade. As he looked at the oddity he soon decided that it would be best to continue on his way back home as he grabbed the item and put it in the bag that carried his berries.

 He soon made it back to his home, a old log cabin that was abandoned years ago. When he made it to the doorway, he moved aside the boards laying over the doorway to act as a makeshift door, and proceeded to enter the cabin.

“You are back a bit later than normal.” A voice called out in the Gallade's head.

Noticing the other entity in the room with him, the Gallade called to it telepathically. “The fields where most of the berries are at did not have much to give. So I had to travel a bit farther out to find some.” He said as he lifted up a patch of loose floorboards to put the bag of berries in a safe place.

“Hmm, the pickings are getting slim, perhaps we should save some of these for planting.” Came the voice. “I though all the new ones we planed would have been enough.” As the voice came into view. It was a Gardevoir, middle aged but other than that not much different than any other of his kind.

“I thought it would too. It's going to be harder to get food around he if we don't do something quick.” The Gallade added in as he put the floorboards back in place.

“I'm thinking sooner will be better as well. Tomorrow we can head out a plant a few of the ones you picked today. In the meantime, I'm going to bed. You should do the same” The Gardevoir said as he walked into another room of the old cabin.

After waiting for the coast to clear the Gallade went back over to the floorboards that hid the berry pouch. And retrieved the artifact he had found earlier, and went to his room of the cabin.

The inside of the Gallade's room was barren to say the least. It sported a cot made with milkweed fluff and shed skirts of a gardevoir, no doubt his fathers. Along with a old dresser that was beginning to rot and fall apart. A few other oddities the Gallade had found throughout the years were stored inside the old dresser, as he had no clothes to store in it.

He sat down on his cot and positioned the artifact in his hand between him and the window. The sun was not completely set and this gave the sky a bright orange hue to it, tinting the glass dome of the artifact a similar color.

Still this only served to make the Gallade feel more curious as to the items purpose. “Perhaps dad will know something about this.” He thought. “I remember he used to live with the humans, I'm sure he knows.”

A nearby Murkrow began it's nightly caw as it did every night. Many of the others living in the forest took this sound as a warning to seek shelter for the night. The Gallade took this as a reason to rest for the night.

As the Gallade lay down to sleep, he felt himself drift off into sleep. He began to dream his normal set of his erotic fantasies coming to life. He felt at peace.