It took him days to arrive in Prophecia. Through murky swamps and a dry desert, he finally arrived at the coast, where he boarded a ship to Galar. From there on, he took one of the famous Flying Taxis. The Corviknight was strong enough to lift his baggage with ease, but it dropped him off way before the actual town.
“Good luck.” the Raven Pokémon cawed, before flying off again. “You will need it.”
“What do you mean?” Chocopuff asked in confusion. “Why aren’t you flying me all the way to Prophecia?” But the Corviknight was already out of earshot.
Chocopuff sighed and pulled his luggage towards the town that was visible in the distance.
Half an hour later, he finally set his first step into the town that was covered in a thick layer of snow. The main road seemingly divided the town. On the left side, up the mountain, were houses that looked old, but sturdy. The snow weighed down their roofs, but they were built to endure the pressure.
Then Chocopuff’s gaze wandered to the right side of the street. At first he thought that maybe the buildings there were part of an art project, before he recognized that they were supposed to be houses as well. But they looked like patchworks. New parts were carelessly connected to old walls, regardless of form or beauty, and with visible seams. Some of them didn’t even have snow on them, so the parts must have gotten attached not too long ago. But right now, there was no one around. A true ghost town, he thought.
Chocopuff kept looking for the café that his parents had bought for him. And indeed, there was a building at the top of a small hill, further down the road, just outside the town that fitted the description. So he kept on walking, until he spotted a gray stone plate in the middle of the street, with lots of snow on top of it.
Curious, he came closer, only to realize that there was an inscription carved into the stone:
In this cold land the truth you seek
A prophecy from times long gone
Be you weak, or be you strong
Up at the icy mountain peak?
Oh, to live a life of joy; happy and free
Stay true to yourself, you swear?
Or is evolution for what you care?
Then this is where your home should be
Beware not to take a faulty path
For it will lead to destructive wrath
Will you choose growth, or swear an oath?
But don’t rash your choices
‘Cause it might silence a lot of voices
Chocopuff tilted his head. >Strange.< he thought to himself.
Then a snowball hit his head from the left side, and he heard a voice. “Get your filthy Growth-face away from the prophecy plate!”
Another snowball from the right side exploded in Chocopuff’s face. “Hey, Oath-butt, you know that no one is allowed to touch the truth tablet!”
Shaking his head, Chocopuff turned his head to the left side, where a Dunsparce was angrily grimacing at him, while preparing another snowball. It wore a crown with an Everstone framed in it instead of a gem.
Looking to the right, an Arctibax stood there, his right arm still lifted from throwing the first snowball, in his left hand a walking cane with a Rare Candy encased in a clear clump of ice that acted as a knob.
“Yes, I am talking to you!” both attackers said to Chocopuff. Only then, they seemed to notice each other.
“Of course… why am I not surprised to see you here? Is that your newest protégé, Growthy-boy?” Dunsparce surly asked.
“Don’t act so innocent, Oathler! You clearly sent him to alter the truth on the stone in your favor!” Arctibax replied, while preparing another snowball. “But not on my watch!”
With that, the doors of the houses on the right side flew open and out came Pokémon, young and old, forming snowballs and flinging them at the Dunsparce on the left side. But before the first of them could hit, it was caught midair by another well-aimed snowy projectile. The doors on the other side had opened as well, and soon the battlecries of both sides echoed through the mountain, while the air was filled with flying snowballs.
Every once in a while, Chocopuff heard an “Ouch!” coming from one side or the other. What was happening here? He didn’t sign up for this! And so he decided to make a run for it. Grabbing his luggage, he sprinted towards the empty cafè.
He didn’t make it far.
“Here, take this beautiful snowball I prepared!” said a Dragapult that he almost ran into.
“She prepared! She prepared!” repeated two of the three Dreepys accompanying her. Chocopuff could swear he saw one of the small Lingering Pokémon taking a Rare Candy from his mother’s scarf and putting it inside a snowball.
"No! Why would I join this madness?” he shook his head.
“You are an evolved Pokémon. You are on our side!” Dragapult said.
“I’m not on anybody’s side! I just want to sell hot chocolate in the café over there!” Chocopuff exclaimed, gesturing in the direction of his destination, before he continued running away.
The third Dreepy was quickly following him, floating by his side. “Me neither. I haven’t decided which side I’m on yet. Maybe I’ll betray my family tomorrow and join the Oath side. Maybe not. Who knows?”
“Can you please just leave me alone?” Chocopuff shooed him away.
“There he is! After him!” he heard the voices of the townspeople, before the snowballs from both sides were missing him by a hair.
Breathless, he arrived at the café, pulled the key from his pocket and opened the door. He closed it just in time, before four loud bangs indicated that the snowballs hit the door. Chocopuff locked the door and sank down in front of it. Was this the usual welcoming committee?