Deep within the Labyrinthine Woods, resting on a large rock was Gallant. Cross legged with his bladed hand laid on each other, he sat in meditation. Bird songs echoed around him. The river that run underneath the stone slab churned around its rapids. Nearby. his children played with their adopted uncle. All the noise though was drowned out by his thoughts.
[The trainers are relentless], he mused as he traced his history with the people of Keyma. From the time they landed on the island's shore to his latest encounter with them, the commonborne and those alike them brought nothing but destruction to forest he called home.
With help of the locals Pokémon, him and his family were able to scare them with a fake sceptile. But even with destroying their equipment, they continue sending people into the woods to harvest his trees.
[Now that they have trainers guarding the tree killers, the illus