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One morning after waking up and having a quick breakfast of berries you find that the forest seems a lot less noisy than usual. Searching about for the pokemon who inhabit the area you don't manage to find much of anyone at the usual gathering places. The lake was quiet and even the magikarp seemed to be hiding. You were certain that your friends had already gotten over the fact that you grew to appear more human-like over the past year but it nagged at you as to why they had all up and run off without telling you anything. This spring day was already starting out pretty strange you think to yourself as you wander about thinking about what you should do today. You notice as you walk by one of the many trees in the area that its trunk is crisscrossed with deep gash marks like something large clawed at it for a while.