There was light streaming through the treetops. The day was young and bright, and beyond the foliage overhead, the sky was cloudless and the sun was only just beginning to truly outpace the horizon. A lackadaisical breeze weaved its way through the forest, bringing warm tidings to the brisk morning air. Normally, it would have been a perfect day, a prime opportunity for relaxation or family activities or whatever one desired. The Pokemon gathered beneath the lazily-rustling leaves knew better, though. What would have been a tranquil scene was betrayed by the lack of disturbance-- amid a forest normally teeming with life, there were no insects droning, no calls echoing through the trees, no smaller Pokemon foraging among the shrubs and plants that crowded the ground all around. There was only these three, sticking out oddly with vibrant orange and white and blue pelts. "Okay!" the Growlithe yelped, spinning around to face his Absol and Swablu compatriots. "Everyone was saying the Mystery could begin at any moment once you enter the forest, so from now on we have to be prepared!" He had an energy befitting a Fire-type Pokemon, and an excitement even in his current situation befitting his youth. "We're ready, right? Astrid? Deck-- um..." The canine paused and examined the Absol sheepishly. "Dirk... Darkrai... Decra-- er, could you tell me your name again? Last time, I swear!" Before the Disaster Pokemon had a chance to respond, the Growlithe added, "Oh, yeah! And Miss Tanda said we should stay close while going into the Mystery. It might stop us from losing each other!" Most Pokemon had taken to calling them Dungeons for short, although somehow the full term 'Mystery Dungeon' had quickly come into use to describe what the small squad was facing; an area that had become scrambled and no longer cleanly followed the rules of reality. The prevailing rumor was that time and even space itself was distorted and contorted in the depths of a Mystery Dungeon-- for the most part, they retained the climate typical of their location, although tales of snowy mountains turning into volcanoes brimming with lava, and swampy pools suddenly giving way to underground caverns had become popular conversation pieces since the first reports of Mystery Dungeons had surfaced several weeks back. As confusing as they were, however, they might've remained mere spectacles, intriguing and harmless, had the first stories not also come with accounts of Pokemon suddenly becoming insane and violent within their confines. Anyone could enter a Mystery Dungeon freely, even if on accident, all agreed. You must be able to make your way out of one, as well, reasonable Pokemon further attested. The trouble in attempting to do so, however, had become a fear in every sensible Pokemon's mind; if you didn't find the Dungeon's exit quickly enough, you risked losing your mind forever. And so, these three Pokemon were gathered at the entrance to the forest, as were several other similar groups spaced miles apart, formed up in the nearby Decion Town for the purpose of disaster relief. Only yesterday, without any warning or apparent cause, a Mystery Dungeon manifested in what was only moments previously a perfect, tranquil woodland. Neighbors, friends, and loved ones had been reported missing since, and so the goal had become to send in prepared squads of able bodies, to find and help any Pokemon that might be trapped in the Dungeon's twisted grasp, and hopefully guide them out before their minds could be lost to the Mystery.