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(I'm back. I took a wrong turn and went to a place called Silent Hill. Very rude welcoming committee they have.)
In her attempts to backtrack towards Snowbelle City, Dawn had, without intentionally doing so, stumbled close to the borders of the Pokemon Village. Though this was dangerous territory. Had Dawn paid attention to the stories of those who unfortunately wandered too close to the Village, maybe she would have been more aware of her surroundings,
Perhaps she would have noticed the odd shapes of the trees. How they looked ghastly and freakishly bizarre. How the trees creaked and groaned, faintly emitting a ghostly essence. Dawn may have also been more observant of the faraway figures, casting ominous, black shadows in the distance.
Or perhaps Dawn would have been quicker to perceive the multitude of strange, watchful eyes in the tree canopies above her. How their eyes twinkled with curiosity as they observed the raven-haired female. Maybe Dawn would have listened more closely to the rustling of leaves nearby, as black and red blurs darted in her vicinity, ready to pounce should things become ugly.
Should Dawn have heeded the warnings, perhaps she would have noticed the elegant, humanoid Pokemon behind her, casting a shadow down onto the poor girl.
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