The harsh nights I remembered in dreams that my father was an out-law made me feel scared. Scared as this one made me feel. Iwas in a dark forest, nothing around me except for trees. I was horrified when two red eyes were flashing, stareing at me. The motion told me that what-ever-he-was was preparing to pounce at me. I broke into a run. The dark green trees and the dim light told me I was escapeing. Then, I FELT the wind blow agenst my fur. I really WAS moving! Then, I woke up.

The sensation of seeing my poor Leafeon Mother runing, carrying me made me cry, the cool tears swept down my face, and, cheeks,the mixture of them and the wind felt freezing. Mother collasped. I fell tumbleing onto the ground, getting alot of bruses. "Mother!" I cried, mother was nowhere in sight. "MOOOOOOTTTTHHHHEEERRR!!!" I yowled, and heard no responce except for my own echo. Gretting my teeth, I hoped to make a change, hoped to see Mother healthy bounding over to me.

I remembered something, the warning echoed in my head,that warning was Go, for your own safety. Go, far away. did that have more meaning then I imagined? Did it have anything to do with Mother runing? "Mo-Mother..." I muttered. She knew. She tried to save me, but, from WHAT???

The last thing I did that time, was, howl "MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!" Shaken and tormented, I retreated to a small abondond, dry, den.