Waking one morning in his comfy aquatic den, Soppy sprouts an idea. An idea fueled by the confidence he gained from his first quest.

'Maybe I can use my abilities to help others!' He proclaimed to himself.

So with nothing but the shell on his back, he ventured forth, wandering far from his pond. After much walking, he stumbled upon an odd jungle shrouded in autumn colors. There he met a powerful warrior, The Ashen One. 

'What shiny skin you have, and such big hands?' He thought while looking at their armor and shields.

The warrior offered to help Soppy venture into what they called The Babylon Jungle, but not too far in the two decided to pick flowers instead, the jungle was far too dangerous for the little squirtle. They went to the warrior's home, the Ashen One shown Soppy their flowers, and they had tea. It was a lovely time.

'Hmm, I still need help someone in need, after all it's why I left my pond.' He remembered.

Soppy expressed his interest to help others to the warrior, though they had little idea what they were saying to each other, but the general intentions were clear. They headed back to Beast Pathing to a small town of Christmas. There, Soppy got introduced to their sheriff who wanted a particular crow behind bars, and a sheep farmer who lost their prize sheep. 

'Finally someone in need! It's time to be a hero!' 

The Ashen One knew of someone else who could help, a local named The Wrangler, who could help lead the way. Together, the three set off to find the petty criminal known as Herbert Moon. They found his cabin and Soppy drawn him out by spitting water down his chimney, soaking whatever was cooking instead. When Herbert came out, Soppy used Water Gun and blasted his leg clean off, a moment after the missing sheep also came out. Soppy tamed the sheep and The Ashen One took care of Herbert. 

Returning to Christmas, they returned the sheep and some stolen good, as well as putting Herbert Moon behind bars. The sheep farmer gave Soppy a wonderful wool blanket made from the prized sheep's wool. 

'Wow, this is so soft!'

He returned home, the sun was setting and Soppy was tuckered out from a day of heroism. He cuddled up in his new wool blanket, and quickly slipped into a comfortable slumber. Excited for what tomorrow would hold.

Herbert Moon escaped jail as soon as Soppy and the warrior left, he is still at large to this day.

It still hurt, his hand. Soppy couldn't keep his eyes off his wrist, lined with a faint scare where it was detached for a moment that day.

'What now…' He pondered to himself. He couldn't let this stop him from his goal, it haunted his mind but less and less every day. One night, his looked at his hand and a sudden spike of anger over took him, and he punched the air. The rage faded as fast as it manifested, leaving behind a new drive. In the morning, he left for the Dueling Plains.

Soppy barged into the Crimson Flame Guild, heading to one of the dummies and began to bite, scratch, punch, and headbutt the wooden figure. After a few hours of practice with brief rests, he felt like this was enough, he needed something else. He stormed outside, locating a large boulder, he began to punch it, then again, and again. His knuckles were bloody, the rock stood tall. 

'I need to get stronger, how am I supposed to be a hero if I stay this weak… No.' He thought to himself.

His breathing quicken and his brow raised as he started to punch again, until he unleashed one blow that cracked the boulder in two. He did it, he's on his way to becoming stronger. Though he was far from finished, he needed to move forward, at all costs.

The memories of his last quest lingered in Soppy's mind. If he could read, things would have gone better. 

'How do I read? How do I write? It seems everyone knows how but me.' He pondered. Soppy was pacing his den, sing his mind harder than usual.

He needed a way to learn, but someone needs to understand him first. That’s when it came to him, someone does understand him, Sora the leader of the Crimson Flame Guild. Soppy looks up to a lot of people in that group, but he doesn't know them well. They don't know Soppy much either, doesn't help Soppy can't communicate well.

But he had to try. Maybe he could even make a greeting card!

Venturing to the guild, going past the mountain with the sickening snow, Soppy helped make. Luckily, Sora was there, and Soppy explained his goals. Sora was more than willing to help, and so for the next few hours Sora tried to teach Soppy to read and write, while Soppy designed a draft for his card. Soppy came back the next day to continue his lessons, though he wasn't making as much progress as he'd hoped. 

In between a lesson, Soppy expressed his doubts in his intelligence, how he feels like a detriment because of his limitations. Sora listened and told Soppy that clinging on to these thoughts would do more harm than good. He said failure is normal and that Soppy should learn from it, and always strive to be better. These words reached Soppy, he was right. 

Though Soppy has yet to learn to read and write, progress, is progress.