"Coral, have you ever been on land before?" A young Vaporeon asked.

"Well no, but I have heard stories about it from the Tribe Elders." Coral answered.

What did they say it was like?" The young Vaporeon asked.

"There's blue sky and green grass, air- there's that, too. It's also where the other Tribes live." Coral answered.

"Except for the Umbreon Tribe." Nami said as she swam over to where Coral was talking to the youngster. "No one's seen a live Umbreon in about 12 years."

The young Vaporeon's eyes widened. "Really?" He asked.

Nami nodded. "Not since the Espeons and Glaceons drove them out of their territory in the Deep Forest 12 years ago."

"That's sad." Said the Vaporeon. "Why'd they do that?"

Nami shrugged. "I don't know. I'd guess they probably wanted their territory."

Coral nodded. "You're probably right."

In front of Coral, she could see a mother Vaporeon with her children, two smaller Vaporeons. "You can't leave camp until you've mastered your swimming and fighting skills." She told her kids strictly.

"Aw, but why, mom?" One asked.

"Yeah, camp's boring." The other one whined.

"I'm sure Seashell has her reasons. Now, who wants a juicy Catfish?" The mother beckoned her kids to the food den.

"Yes please!"

"Yummy!"
Coral smiled. It wasn't too long ago when that had been her.

"Coral, we're talking here." Nami said impatiently, snapping Coral back to reality.

"Oh, yes. What were we talking about, again?"