Ivysaur and Roselia maintained their defensive stances, neither the Vine Whip nor the Magical Leaf retracted, until they saw the Mightyena lying on the ground, unable to move.
Only then did they slowly relax, their breathing still a bit ragged—that battle just now had exhausted them quite a bit.
Lucy rushed forward, running to Ivysaur’s side first, and reached out to touch its Vine Whip: “Are you okay?
Are you badly hurt?” Seeing that there were only a few surface scratches, she let out a sigh of relief, then turned to Roselia, gently touching its rose petals: “What about you?
You didn’t get hit, did you?”
“Roselia~” Roselia shook its head, rubbing its pink rose against the back of her hand.
Only then did Lucy look at the two Mightyena.
They were truly pitiful, thin as a rake, their wounds still bleeding, and the poisoned one twitching from time to time.
Circe also ran over in a hurry, looking a bit panicked at the scene: “Sister Lucy, they…
they are intruders.
Should we…
should we chase them away?”
Lombre and its team also crowded around, carefully using water to wash away the mud near the Mightyena’s wounds, fearing infection.
Lucy squatted on the ground and looked into the Mightyena’s eyes; there was nothing left but despair, not a shred of malice.
She was silent for a few seconds, then stood up and said: “Forget it, they’re just starving.
Circe, give me a hand.
Let’s carry them to a place in the warehouse where they can get out of the rain and lay down some hay.
I have antidotes and Potion there.
Let’s treat them first, otherwise, they’ll die here if we leave them like this.”
The people and Pokémon worked together, carefully carrying the two Mightyena to a corner of the warehouse.
Lucy took out the antidote, dipped a cotton swab in it, and gently applied it to the poisoned Mightyena’s paw wound, her movements light for fear of hurting it: “Bear with it, it won’t hurt once I’ve finished applying it.” Roselia also helped from the side, its pink rose releasing a faint healing energy to help stabilize their breathing. Read this novel at novelping . com for the best experience.
Ivysaur guarded the warehouse entrance, vigilantly watching the outside.
After tossing and turning for most of the night, the rainstorm slowly began to ease.
The two Mightyena’s breathing stabilized, and they fell into a deep sleep, though they would occasionally twitch from the pain.
Just as the sky was beginning to brighten, the Mightyena with the lighter injuries woke up first.
It snapped its eyes open and scanned the area warily.
Seeing Ivysaur guarding nearby, it immediately bared its teeth and growled, but its voice was so hoarse that it had no intimidation factor at all.
Lucy walked over carrying a bowl of mushy meat porridge, mixed with some scraps of Healing Berries that were easy to digest.
She placed the bowl not far from the Mightyena, not daring to get too close, and just said softly: “Eat up, it’s not poisoned.
You’re starving, aren’t you?”
The Mightyena stared at her for a long while, then looked down at the porridge.
Its stomach let out a “rumble,” and hunger eventually overcame its guard.
It slowly moved to the edge of the bowl and began to wolf down the food, licking the bowl clean of every last drop of broth.
The other Mightyena woke up not long after, and seeing its companion eating so heartily, it hesitated for a moment before moving over to eat as well.
Lucy stood by watching, then took a few pieces of pokéblock and placed them nearby: “Eat slowly, there’s more, don’t choke.”
Over the next few days, Lucy delivered food and medicine to the Mightyena at regular intervals every day, sometimes having Ivysaur or Roselia accompany her.
The Mightyena slowly stopped baring their teeth, though they still kept their distance, mostly staying near the warehouse and occasionally following Lucy from afar as she walked around the farm.
One evening, Lucy was taking a walk with Turtwig when one of the Mightyena followed far behind.
Suddenly, a Zubat darted out of the woods, heading straight for Turtwig!
The Mightyena lunged forward almost instinctively, letting out a low Growl that was quite intimidating.
The Zubat was so scared it immediately turned around and flew back.
The Mightyena looked at Lucy and Turtwig, confirmed they were fine, then silently retreated to the distance and continued following.
Once the Mightyena had fully recovered, they often wandered around the edge of the farm, looking toward the forest, then turning back to look at the farm, their eyes full of hesitation.
Lucy walked over, took two regular Berries out of her pocket, and then brought out two special pokéblocks, placing them on the ground: “I have something to say to you both.
I’m giving you two choices.”
She squatted down, her tone quite calm: “First, return to the forest and continue as you were.
Second, stay.
Our farm happens to be short of someone to patrol at night.
If you stay, you’ll have food and shelter, you won’t have to suffer from hunger and cold again, and you’ll have companions like Ivysaur and the others.” She pointed to Ivysaur and Roselia not far away, then pointed to Lombre by the pond: “This place can also be your home.”
The two Mightyena listened quietly, their eyes darting between the food, Lucy, and the other Pokémon.
The forest was full of hunger and danger, but here there was warmth, food, and this human who had saved them.
After a long while, one of the Mightyena lowered its head, sniffed the pokéblock on the ground, then carefully picked one up in its mouth, walked to Lucy’s feet, and set it down.
It slowly lowered its body, a soft whimper coming from its throat, as if to signal its submission.
The other one hesitated for a few seconds, then followed suit.
Lucy smiled.
She didn’t dare to rashly pet them, but just said gently: “Welcome to Forest Dew Farm.
I’ll be counting on you from now on.”
“Awoo…” the Mightyena responded softly, its voice filled with a bit of confusion, but mostly a sense of security.
In the distance, Ivysaur tapped Roselia’s rose hand with its Vine Whip.
The two Pokémon exchanged a glance and nodded in silent agreement.
Night fell once again, and the two Mightyena did not return to the forest.
They lay at the entrance of the warehouse like two stone statues, vigilantly staring into the dark night, motionless.
The farm’s new guardians had thus begun their first night watch.