"Say what now?" I asked.

But they weren't waiting for me Cynder was already a full 20 dashes ahead of me, so I sprinted after him.

"Who," I pant, once I catch up, "the heck is gengar? Doesn't he have a name?"

"Gengar. Numb, hah, one servant, hah... agent to, hah, to spiritomb."

I stop dead. "Spirtomb? But, he's just a legend, right?"

"Thud"

I pause to glance at him. "My arceus, really Cynder? Just go ahead and knock yourself silly. How do you manage to hit the only tree in a fifty dash radius?" I shake my head and drag him into a bush.

I hear a cackle. Why do evil things always cackle? Too late, I jump behind a tree. A haunter materialized beside me, making me shriek and jump away, right into the open pathway.

What I saw made me shudder. A mob of purple took up the landscape. Ghost and poison types, I'm sure. In the front was a purple rapadash, with purple gases, like a gastly, coming out of where its mane should have been. On top sat a gengar, holding a odd looking stone.

Suddenly, I was forced to the ground, and claws dug into my shoulders. I struggled and tried to look at the attacker, but they pushed down my head. A few dozen gastly floated into the sky, followed by several drifloon and a drifblim. Rope-like things wrapped around my paws, binding me to the ground. With great difficulty, I stood up, after they let me go, of course. I look around to see me surrounded by sableye, and a trevenant. Around my ankles, there were vines, covered in a ghostly light. But my feet still were orange.

In front of me stood the rapadash, and on top of it, the gengar. Up close, I could see the stone had a crack coming from the middle of the top and split it in half. It also had a hole on either side of the crack like eyes, right above where the crack split into an upside down V shape. Gengar held it as if scared it might come to life and attack him.

He handed the stone to a banette, then jumped off the rapadash. Gengar laughed. "So this is the glaceon? Pfft, she's not quest worthy."

I let loose a growl deep in my throat and he laughs again. "So, you're going to go rescue your little ice friend, eh? You and your little peacekeepers? This is so pointless for you! You'll never make it. Best to leave 'er to the other's wrath. Serves 'em right. Ra-"

"Sir," the banette says.

"Not now, scree."

"But sir, this is im-"

"Scree, this can wait. You do realize tha-"

"SIR!" He yelped. "I'm sorry, sir, b-but he wishes to speak."

Gengar turned deathly pail. "Yes, of c-course."

The banette set down the stone in front of me and stepped back. Suddenly, something triggered in my memory. The stone now looked strikingly familiar. The odd keystone from legends. It began to shake and glow purple. Soon, fifteen green circles of light, followed by a purple gassy substance. I was facing spiritomb.