Snow crunched underneath the Glaceon's paws, his footsteps barely visible on the chill white surface. It had been weeks since they had started off on the journey to find the Journeymen. A vessel postulated to have been lost in this section of the frozen arctic due to poor navigation.

As an Ice Type, the Pokemorph was well suited for the frozen environment surrounding him. The clinks of cracking ice like music to his diamond-like ears. While everyone else on the team had struggled he had thrived and so had been anointed the impromptu point man for the expedition team. A role that Rygone had taken to with relish.

But that was not the only reason they were out here. History was important, but the Journeymen had something even more precious within its creaking hull.

Carried from a civilization that no longer existed, it carried pristine glowing gems that were as rare as they were beautiful. A treasured cargo that thrummed with untold riches and power.

And he had the perfect tracker. Though it was not understood why the gems seemed to be attracted to each other. Their glows increasing the closer they got to each other. One of which guided him even now in his backpack pocket. To his sensitive ears, he could hear it churr in increased anticipation as they came closer to their goal.

It wouldn't be long now. Soon the shiny Glaceon would find a rich history in these blocks of ice surrounding him. It was only a matter of time.

He saw a glint of pink in his binoculars and a smile curled upon his blue lips.

Oh yes, just a matter of time indeed.

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An absolutely beautiful piece of a picture. I knew that when I saw this YCH I just had to have my adventurous Glaceon sona be a part of it.

Hopefully, there isn't something else waiting within the bowels of the ship...

Art by  Furayob

Rygone belongs to  Rygone