By the time that Darren and his pokemon got to the top of the cliff above Lake Valor, he and Salem were breathing heavily. A light sweat had broken out on the trainer's face, but he didn't seem to care. Catching his breath he asked, "What... how did we do on time Cel?"
The Rueniclus bounced around the two of them happily. 'You beat your previous best by a minute and thiry-three seconds,' she replied in her bubbly, telepathic voice.
"Yes!" Darren thrust his arms in the sky and let himself fall back onto the grass. Zoroark sat down beside him and reached over to the cantine that his trainer was carrying. Snatching it he lifted it to his mouth, careful not to puncture it with his claws, and began to guzzle it down. By the time Darren notice this, Salem had already downed half the water in the cantine. "Hey, leave some for me!" Takling his friend playfully, Darren rolled around in the grass with Salem, trying to get the cantine. After spilling some of the water and scuffling for a moment or two, Darren got the cantine and sat up saying, "Ha, got it!"
Grinning mischeviously, Salem's eyes flashed blue for a second and when Darren turned back to take a drink he found himself holding an Ekans. "Holy son of a Lucario!" Dropping the Ekans, he watched it hit the ground and shatter into thousands of pieces. And there, sitting on the ground, was the cantine. Turning to his pokemon, he pursed his lips and said, "Now that just wasn't fair." Of course, the minute he said this, both his pokemon burst out laughing. These laughs were cut short however, by an eerie howl coming from the lake. Darren looked down, only to be confused by the fact that there was a dense fog covering the area. "What in the world is that?" he asked. Though, when he turned to see if his pokemon had an answer, they were gone. Both of them were now running down the trail that led to Lake Valor, heading straight for the water. Frantically getting up, Darren chased after the two calling, "Hey, wait for me!"