themagehero wants a starter!  The funny thing about water clogged ears was one’s heartbeat was so much more potent to listen to than anything else. Barry suffered just that, shuddering from the unyielding chill of air. If he would just breathe, he could finally receive at least twenty percent oxygen. Still befuddled how he could breathe in the bottom of the sea in the first place, he could at least be sure there wasn’t as much to inhale if any at all.  That...that was a test? What’s going on? I can’t...I gotta MOVE! Desperate and unknowing of what he should do, Barry clutched his hammering chest, observed by the hardened gaze of his glowing partner pokémon. Lupler's form was restoring itself, but at the cost of seeing his master shatter to pieces. Predatory, distorted beings craved to corrupt the boy, exterminating the land in their wake, but they weren’t anything like the pokémon in his world. They had the same foreboding despair as Giratina. The eerie collapse of Lucas to his signature Shadow Force flashed with a vengeance. The image became blank and empty, devastating the frozen boy. He couldn’t even twitch!
  Snap out of it! Go! GO! Stop shaking and RUN! Lupler cried out for Barry, but it was as if he didn’t even hear. Narrowing his eyes, the emperor pokémon leaped to his trainer’s rescue, his wings taking after a pavise shield as he scarcely avoided the sharp, filthy claws of the wraith.  Finally remembering how to breathe, Barry coughed violently and allowed the empoleon’s sleek wing to protectively shield him as he put himself back together. “Th--thank you, L--Lupler! Arceus, there’s so many of them! Their claws are ravaging everything! Please don’t let them touch you!”
 Something was rattling, and it wasn’t just his nerves. The spheres strapped to his belt were quivering with vigor. Barry punched the button in the center of a pokéball, causing the shrunken device to swell with an electronic breedle. Lupler moved in a constant march that resembled nothing of his backwards fleeing as a clumsy little piplup. No, in fact, he was holding his own just as urgently as Rayler or Crossler would! Lupler trills imposingly, his cry soon pursued by another comrade.  The thrum of an engine roars, but the penguin doesn’t rest on his laurels yet. Barry was still immobilized by fear, and needed him to stay focused.
