Pokéflag! Can you capture them all?!
Disclaimer: The Pokemon Universe belongs to Satoshi Tajiri-sama.
This story/adventure takes place a couple of 100 Years before the actual game/anime starts. Look out for little stars and I'll explain it at the bottom. ;D
English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for the surely-going-to-happen-mistakes. Oh, and her name is French so u might have to look up it's pronunciation. Sorry ^^'
Hope you like it. :)
Chapter 1)
It rained non-stop, but most villagers were delighted by this very rare and pleasant change of weather, since the dessert wasn't known for it's humidity. Lower temperatures, plans grow and the water tanks will be replenished, but at a price of a seemingly never-ending downpour of rain…
In this storm of water, two figures wrapped in large cloaks, approached the small village. The hoods pulled deep into their faces. One was slightly bigger than the other, leaving paw traces in the mud, while the smaller one left a trail of boot marks: A Swordsman, carrying the weapon beneath the protecting fabric.
They neared an old building.
"We're finally here, Luca…" the smaller one said.
Luca nodded and they looked up at a sign that hang above the rich decorated entrance.
"Pokéflag Championship Finals"
-One Year prior-
This story, just like other stories before, begins where any story begins: somewhere, with someone and an all changing incident.
Concerning the place...well...off all the places in the Pokémon World one would like to live, the "Quaion Desert" would have been the last one the humans would have chosen. This Desert was more unbearable than the hillside of the "Lula Volcano" and even hotter than the Jungle Islands of Merincoast. But one event changed that all.
If the Legend is correct, a big blue crystal crashed into the middle of the desert, creating a lake with an immense dimension, leading to a network of subterranean water, of unknown dimension. Since then, more and more humans inhabited the now "Quaion-Oasis".
However, with time the lake divided itself in six smaller ones, which now are visited by tourists and Pokémon because for the water has all different shades of rainbow colors. A beautiful sight for the eye.
The home of Neige, or rather the one of her family, was located just beside one of those lakes and for already a few generations her family protected it from outer influences. The legend says that this exact lake harbors the remains of the legendary crystal that crashed into the dessert hundreds of years ago. However, since this lake was that important, tourists and other visitors were prohibited from nearing it. Sure enough, until that day, her family had dedicated itself to protect the lake from thieves and profit hungry humans for already five generations. Now it was her burden.
Every morning she had to take samples of the water and check the traps around the lake in case one blew up. That was her duty. Her destiny she believed...
It was one eventful day in April, three weeks after her 17th birthday, when everything changed.
Rays of sunlight began to seep through the windows and curtains, waking the sleeping girl beneath them. She sat up blinking sleepy, her white hair falling to her shoulders. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her stiff body.
It was morning and she smiled from ear to ear when she noticed that Dodrio hadn't even yet crowed for food. She was the first to be awake! That's a first…
"Eughhhh" she groaned when she scooted to the edge of mattress, as she went with one hand through her white strains and got with the free hand the necklace that rested on her bedside table. After she went through her usual morning routine, she prepared herself and Dodrio breakfast. It consisted of Special-Dessert-Pokéfood for Dodrio and not so special bread and berries for her part. She ate hers on the way out to Dodrio, who was already anticipating his meal, walking up and down in his wooden shelter.
"Hey, big guy." She smiled loving, hugging the three headed bird. Throughout the year, she kept him outside in this protection against the sand storms that went by now and again. He was her family and companion at the same time, what was her own defense against the loneliness that comes along with living all alone in a dessert. Even though she loved him very much, he didn't belong to her, but her father.
"How was your night?" but instead of an answer she got three heads that picked in full speed on her shoulders and head.
She raised her arms, in a vain attempted to protect herself.
"Alright, alright." she laughed "Breakfast, right?"
While Dodrio ate his special Dessert Pokéfood (for the major part water, berries and a little bit of salt) she saddled him, went inside, snatched her bag and put on her overcoat and Go-Googles.
"O.k." she climbed the saddle "Ready, Rio?"
"Dooooooodrioooooooo!" he called full of energy and in full speed they ran towards the legendary lake.
She loved her home, she loved her job and she loved the dessert with its hills and brilliant sky, but little did she know that this was the last time she was going to see her beloved house in one piece.
It just took them a few minutes until they reached the bank of "Blue-Lake". It wasn't the most original name, since it had a lot secret colors, but she couldn't blame her ancestors…they didn't know any better. So, she made up a better name, using it only with her friends, of course. "Secret-Rainbow-Glitter-Water"!
Yeah,a 4-year-old can get very...creative at times.
It took her another half an hour of circling SRGW, since they had checked every trap, and were now collecting a few samples of water.
The lake was the smallest one from all, not more than one mile wide. However, the vegetation all around it compensated what it lacked on water. There was grass, flowers, palm trees and sometimes she spotted an Insect-Pokémon. It was like a little paradise in the middle of nowhere.
She held one phial into the sun, making beautiful rainbow-colored rays of light reflecting onto her face. Although it might have been the hundreds time she did that, it was still just as astonishing as the very first time.
The suns heat had increased with the approaching midday and sweat was now coating her lightly tanned skin. With the phial still in hand, she whipped her face with her sleeve, being careful not removing the white shawl she had draped around her head to not get sunburned and pulled her hood a little more into her face.
"Ok, that's the last one." She said and put the little phial into her bag. At home, she would inspect the water of pollution, temperature, quality and a lot more testings.
Happily she hummed a tune at the thought of using her new machine she bought just yesterday to investigate the waters pH-value. Yes, she was sure that is was going to be the best day of the year.
She stood, patting the sand away that had gathered on her linen dresses skirt and slung her bag back on her hip. Then she looked for Dordrio who was just about to slowly dip one of his claws into the water. One of the heads saw her looking and he halted in his motion immediately and even began to sweat uncontrollably.
"Noooooooooooooo." she warned, as she crossed her arms. She knew, that he knew, that he wasn't allowed to take a bath in SRGW, but he tried it anyway every time they were here. In just a second, he was right in front of her as if nothing happened, not one of the heads looking at her. Laughing she climbed back into the saddle and making their way back.
It happened when they were half the way back.
All of the sudden her feathered friend began to panic, as if he was under some kind of attack.
"Waaahhh!" With a loud thud she landed ungracefully in the sand a few feet away. Screeching, Dodrio began to run around her, not stopping and whirling up the sand, so that she had to cough.
"What`s the matter?!" she screamed, looking up into the cloud of sand that had build up all around them. At lightning speed, Dodrio came back to her and motioned with his wing, for her not to move or talk. To then stand protectively in front of her.
Not knowing what was going on, she looked confused into the sand cloud around them. She had to squint, but she could make out a shadow that appeared in the direction Dodrio was looking. Slowly it began to get bigger and bigger as the seconds past. Dodrios feathers began to stand upright, like the fur of a Skitty. Her breath haltered when she realized what it was.
"The ghost of the dessert." she whispered shakily.
Big Red eyes loomed a few meters above the ground, fixing her like a week prey. Dodrio screeched angry and three transparent swords appeared, crossing above his heads. Full of energy, he dug into a fighting stance, vanes popping out on each of the heads, as she was about to win a few centimeters between her and the phantom.
Not sure, whether the Ghost was gone or not, her numb limbs began to shake uncontrollably. The Sand storm, made to hide them from the danger was now turning its back against them. It hid the danger.
Dumbfounded they waited. The time past as slow as a Slacoth. Seconds, Minutes, but nothing. In the mean time, Neige had grabbed the opportunity to save herself under Dodrio, to cling desperately onto his leg.
Dodrio sand cloud disappeared gradually and revealed the burning sun, the lake in the distance and dunes everywhere.
It was good that they were save now, but her right hand started to tingle and that meant danger was ahead.
Something is still wrong, she thought worried.
Hurriedly she climbed back on Dodrio who had returned to his normal state of birdiness (what meant for him, looking longingly up into the sky).
"Come on! I have a very baaaaaaaad feeling about this." And in Dodrio tempo they sprinted towards home.
When she had a bad feeling, she had a bad feeling that was always correct.
It didn't take long till they reached the upper hill from where they could see the house,but she froze at the sight that revealed itself. It was gone, or rather covered in masses and masses of sand, only showing a few corners of the beige stonewalls.
In a state of panic Dodrio tumbled down the sand dune, towards the destroyed house.
Her heart was thumping away, the hair on her arms rose and she began to sweat terribly. At some point, she even forgot to breathe for a few seconds.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" and not at full stop she jumped down Dodrio and ran towards the nearest corner.
Big boulders of Sandstone were scattered all around it.
Into the holes that they had left in the walls, ran slowly but surely masses of the dessert sand. Drowning everything she called her home.
She threw herself on the flank were once was her Bedrooms window and started digging.
Just like her, Dodrio started to dig were once was his shelter, but the more they dug the more sand gushed back into the hole. It became that frustrating, that tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, while her arms began to get tiered.
"Rio!" she screamed, "You've got to help me here! We can do your shelter later. First we need to get out a few things from the house!"
All three of his heads nodded and he sprinted over to her, the sad one looking back.
Together they managed to get as much sand out of the way as needed to see the wooden shutters of her room.
"O.k.! Now just-"with one kick she tore not just the shutters out but also the windows of their hinges and slid down into her room.
Dust and sand mixed with the, till that point, clean air and made her cough a few timed.
"And now… ."
She rushed into the bathroom, the kitchen, and finally into the living room. There she searched for the deed of the property of the Crystal-Lake, but even after five minutes of searching she just couldn't find them. Eaten by a Trapinch...great.
Therefore, after cursing a few times she ran back up into her room.
Sand was still trickling inside trough the window and was now nearly blocking the whole opening.
Dodrio cawed outside, calling for her to come out already, but she was torn between whether she should look for the papers in the attic or getting the hell out of this going-to-collapse-home-of-doom. The choice was taken from her when she heard Dodrio cawing the living hell out of him.
"Okey, I'm coming!" She called back and began to climb the sand hill up into the sun. She saw her friends' feet nervously passing outside, what made her climb a little faster.
When Dordrio saw her white head coming through the window he beamed happily from one head to the other, but interrupted when a loud breaking sound was heard from within the house. Dodrio pulled Neige on her cloak back outside… not a second to late cause the house collapsed the moment her feet left the window frame.
In shock she looked at the ruins beneath her. Well,that was a narrow escape.
Noticing her mistake she looked up to Dodrio, who seemed to go into a fit of rage any second.
"Thanks….I'm sorry. I won't do it again." she swettdroped guiltily. He just looked skeptical down at her, but didn't say anything.
Neige grabbed her bag and was disappointed at what few things she could take with her in the little time she was down there.
Distracted she went with one hand trough her hair.
The Only thing they could do now was going to Little Rock. Her gruncle (great uncle) lived there and the Sheriff's headquarter was there too. Whatever it was that destroyed her home was not one of nature's sandstorm phenomenons, but a willing crime.
Whoever did this was going to pay for this…Literally! And especially for the PH-Machine!
So without any delay, she slang her bag back on and climbed on Dodrio, who looked expectantly down at her.
"Little Rock, please." And after he looked longingly back one more time at where his shelter once stood he ran west.
"I hope we'll make it till night falls." She said, looking to the sun.
Luckily, they did make it. One hour before they would have been forced to camp outside, since riding at nighttime was a no-go.
The city Little Rock was build in front of the famous "Quaion-Canyons". This city was the entrance of the "Big-Rock" how the canyon was called by the natives. (Earning the village in front of the canyon the name "Little Rock").
It was made of the canyons boulders, standing several meters up into the sky, hollowed out and crafted into homes, bars, a hospital, stores and the sheriff's headquarter. Wood was only added where was needed, like windows and verandas leading to the doors. A few cactuses and dried trees seamed the streets. This town was unique in all Phionte.
The sheriff's office was the biggest boulder of all, right in the Middle of Little Rock.
"Oh, hey Neige!" Lucky, the young sheriff assistant beamed when she came through the double doors. He was one of Neiges childhood friends. Lucky had sandy hair, a tall statue, paired with a little muscle and a little mole under his right eye. But what Neige liked the most was his never faltering smile.
"Hi…where's the Sheriff? It's not closing hour yet, right?" she asked looking around the office, unsure if Jeff isn't popping out from some corner any moment.
"Well…" he got up from his chair and went around the counter. "No, it's not…but he always leaves one hour earlier, saying, I quote, "This darn Town is as calm as a Rapidash in rain season." he said holding onto his leather belt and spiting into the nearest bucket. When he noticed that he didn't have to quote his chef all the way to the last gesture he blushed. "Or something like that."
Neige just giggled, what didn't help his embarrassment.
"Okey, so where is he?"
Lucky just smiled and mockingly rose one eyebrow, whereupon she slapped herself mentally on the forehead.
In unison they said ""Bar""
The bar was full of people. Inside were citizens, tourists and people from caravans, but also merchants from around the world, just passing through on their way into or out of the canyon.
Consequently, the bar was busing with live and voices, making it hard for Neige to find the geezer with the golden star on his leather vest.
Just when she wanted to start the search, she stopped in her track, shocked by what she was seeing. A big Crystalvision* was hanging right above the large bar counter, twinkling with pictures of faraway lands and people.
She had heard that the scientists had a big breakthrough with transmitting images via Crystals and Psycho-Pokémon, but she never thought of seeing one anytime soon, especially so soon and to boot in Little Rock.
Slowly she made her way through the crowd towards the bar counter, her eyes not leaving the giant crystal for one moment. Without noticing she settled herself on one of the bar stools.
"Good evening, Miss Flake." Griselda, the bar mistress said standing in front of her, cleaning a mug.
Griselda was a few years older than her and had her curly, blond hair into a bun on top of her head. She wore a checked western blouse with a loose red Ribbon around her neck and above her long skirt she had bound a white, flouncy apron. Her piercing blue eyes looked more than amused at seeing her friend totally captivated by the sparkling images.
She just answered with a sound, signaling her that she was listening. More or less.
Griselda just laughed at the unusual impolite answer of her young friend.
"I have more than thrice as many guests every day than before this darn thing was hung up. That's more than thrice of the work load and more than thrice of the brawling." She said, putting down the mug. "It even got you out of the dessert." she put her hands on the counter to lean on.
"W-what?" Neige asked finally looking at the hostess, who just rose one of her brows expectantly. "O-Oh no that's not the reason I'm here….." she looked back up. "Wait! Is that the castle?!"
"Hm?" she copied the white haired girl and looked up into the crystal. "Yeah. They like to show the Castle. The Central of the country and all…" she explained board and went back cleaning the utensils.
"So what brings you here? If not for the nice view."
"My house was destroyed." She said, still absent minded.
Griselda stopped her motion. "Say that again…."
"It was blown up, boom-" she made the fitting blowing-up-motion with her hands, " by a very strong sandstorm or something."
The hostess looked disturbed at the thought of her friend being homeless now.
"Well and now I have to find the Sheriff so that he can find the culprit."
"Wait, you said it was a sandstorm. How come someone has to be arrested?"
"Listen, Gi! This sandstorm was way too strong to be one of the normal once. This Sandstone-House stood for centuries against any sandstorm imagined by nature and now blown away without a single cloud signaling that hell broke loose? I don't believe so." She shook her head. "Just minutes beforehand we saw the Ghost of the Dessert."
"Yeah, well, … but how will you explain that to the Sheriff? I don't think he'll believe you." She looked worried. "And there have been some strange natural phenomenon's throughout the land." the blonde pointed at the screen.
Not bothered by the doubt of her friend, she jumped down the stool.
"Don't worry. He'll believe me cause he trusts me. I never lie." She smiled. Without another word she waved Griselda goodbye and went into the direction of the card- tables.
Just as she thought. The Sheriff sat at one of the tables gambling for a few crystals with some men. She checked her appearance one last time. Her long white hair hang in a braid down her right shoulder. She still wore her beige colored poncho-like overcoat and her Go-Googles around her neck. The skirt of her white linen dress, which you could see beneath her poncho, was more grayish than white because of the sand-digging, but was still presentable. Her boots were clean and her Family necklace shined bluish right beneath the googles. Self-confidently she nodded at herself and went over to the group of men.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" an old man slammed his deck onto the stone table and looked mighty at the other men, while caressing his twirled mustache. The Sheriff.
"That's how you win… y'all know what this meeeeeaaanns!" he sang.
Annoyed and unhappy for the loss, the whole group of men got little pieces of crystals out of their pockets and threw them over the table into the direction of the Sheriff. He on his side, was more than pleased to welcome all the shining objects in his little leather bag. Neige chose to intervene in exact that moment with a cough.
The Sheriff turned around and brightened up when he saw the little girl.
"Neige! Great timing! Do me a favor and help me put these into my bag."
"Jeff, I need to talk to you. It's urgent…"
"Oh, well then just tell me." He still wasn't done with sorting the crystals, so he neither noticed Neige's pleading steers towards a quieter corner, nor did he notice the glares coming from his "table-buddies". None of them looked to happy, and one was even playing with a knife while looking at the "lucky" winner. Neige quickly averted her eyes, to uncomfortable under the eyes of strangers.
"Ähm no." she said nervously "I would really prefer a less crowded place."
He finally saw her pleading and got up from his bench.
"Fine. You're lucky I'm still working." His place was immediately taken by another man who wanted to try his luck.
Together they went to a quiet corner of the large hall. Jeff folded his arms and waited for the girl to say what worried her. But said girl didn't know what to say all of the sudden. Beginning at the very beginning or telling the main point right away….
"Spill the beans. We don't have all evening." He said "What reminds me…isn't it a little late to visit Griselda?"
She looked up into his eyes.
"Yes. There is a reason. The house is destroyed." Directly it is…
For a few seconds he didn't say a word and just blankly looked down at her.
"Okay. ….. Say that again."
"My home was destroyed. This afternoon. By someone."
Jeff massaged his forehead and was most likely already getting a headache.
"Slowly. From the beginning, greenhorn."
"Well, I was taking samples and checking the traps, like every morning till noon, you know because of my duty and all, when we – " she looked around to make sure that no one was listening in, " met the Ghost of the dessert! After that I got a bad feeling. So when we got b –"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait! You met the ghost?! Is someone hurt or injured?!"
"Ehm, no. It disappeared before a fight could even brake out. When we got back my entire home was just some ruins covered in masses of sand!" she got a little loud at the end of the sentence, causing a few people to turn around.
Jeff looked worried back at her.
"Well the only thing I could do was get the values -."
"Please, don't tell me you went inside." He whispered.
"So I went inside to get them."
"Of course" his headache was getting stronger by the second.
"Well it was really dangerous and I made it just in time when Dodo pulled me out seconds before it all went down," she laughed hollow. "But …" she was getting nervous. " I got most of the things, right?"
"Yeah, we will put the talk about you being in danger on hold for the moment. You said that it was done by somebody. Why do you think that? What I heard sounded like a very strong sandstorm."
"I know sandstorms like the back of my hand. Whatever it was that destroyed the house, a desert-house not to mention, was not nature. Jeff, … my six-sense told me…" She saw him perk up when he heard the last words but when the elderly was just about to respond, a young man's voice interrupted.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" Ashraf, the person Neige wanted to see the least. "My dessert Princess!"
Ashraf was the most wanted bachelor of the entire Quaion-Oasis. His caramel colored skin, his dark brown eyes and black hair made him an exotic and foreign, handsome man. To make matters worse, half of the crystal-lakes belonged to him, after his father had died two years ago. He liked to show off his wealth. In his clothes. Expensive harem pants, expensive top and vest and a lot of gold accessories like earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets…all off pure gold, of course.
A Prince every girl dreams of and every girl opens her heart to. Except one.
"Neige, I'm surprised to see you here. A nice pleasure" he said, giving her a quick hand-kiss. He surely didn't look surprised. She hurriedly cleaned her hand on her poncho and looked disturbed up to him.
"What do you want?"
"I heard very concerning news. Involving one girl living alone in the desert. Is it true that you're without a home?"
"And even if it was true. It would not concern you, now would it?!"
"Everything that concerns you interests and worries me at the same time. But you are not the only thing that's at stake here. The Quaion-Oasis with every one of its lakes is in need of a protector." He stood with his hands on his hips. "And if I'm not wrong you can't fulfill this duty."
"It's just a little pause! A minor problem I have to get out of this world. Nothing more and nothing less." She said determined, "I'll be back at the crystal-lake very soon!" her voice got more and more quiet at the end and she started to fiddle with the seam of her poncho.
"Okay, okay!" Jeff intervened. "Neige, I think for now you will live with Sven." He said. "And You! You should be with some investors at this moment in Alsalad, so don't tell her something about "fulfilling your purpose"!" Ashraf averted his eyes. Displeased about being scolded by an old man, even though he was the sheriff.
"I don't want to live at Grunkel Sven's place. I thought about crashing at Griselda's place. I'm sure she won't have anything against it!"
"Griselda has her hands full enough with the upcoming tournament. She can't be bothered with another burden."
"What tourneme-"
"There would be no arguing and problems if you would have just accepted my proposal." Ashraf said grinning.
"What?" asked Jeff, looking at Yuuki, "You didn't tell me."
If looks could kill, Ashraf's tong would be pulled out, the limbs torn and his remains eaten by the Dessert Ghost, just by the glare Neige send him, from below.
"It's not worth mentioning." She said in a small voice.
"Not worth mentioning…" Jeff sighed. " Al'right. First matters first: The well being of the crystal-lake. We have to rebuild the house. Greenhorn?" The Sheriff seemed cheered up for once in the conversation that took place till now. It earned him baffled looks by the youngsters. "You said earlier you got the deed. With that we can just call the insurance company and get it rebuild."
Ohoh… she thought, her hand tingling again.
"Sure, it will take some time, but you'll just have to bear with it. You're uncle may not be the friendliest guy but… he's still family. Once you're home is rebuild you can move back in." he smiled. He thought that she would smile back, but she unexpectedly didn't.
"Yeahhh… Well, about the deed that is …ehm, you see? I said I got most of the values. What doesn't mean that I got "everything". I rescued this and that. I could even manage to grab the families' heirlooms. Veeeery important you know." She laughed. "But concerning the deed… I swear! I searched everywhere!" except the attic. "And I just couldn't find this good for nothing paper… Soooooooo… I don't have it."
She assumed that he would be utterly devastated, lugubrious or plain angry, but he was none of these. He just smiled empty. As if he tried not to think.
Ashraf on the other hand smiled victoriously. She looked puzzled back at Jeff and a cold shower went down her back. His facial expression had changed by 180° degree. He looked downright furious.
"I can't believe you! That's it! You understand me? That's it. You're homeless, alone in the desert and to boot we can't rebuild the Blue-Lake main domicile. It's in your families care for more than hundred years, for pete's sake!" she never heard him that angry before. "But the most concerning point is that you willingly put yourself in danger for some interchangeable objects!"
"But, that all wasn-"
"No "but"s, young lady." He seemed to calm down a bit. "Here's what we're going to do. First you move in with your uncle. He can watch over you. Second, the lake has to be watched. I will call the Willson Family. They can surely manage the lake for the time being and tomorrow I'll go and check out the damage with a few other men. And thirdly," he looked gently into her eyes. "Neige you are like a granddaughter to me and I'm your legal guardian, but I don't want to see you hurt. Therefore, I have to find someone else who takes care of the Blue-lake. So that when we have gained the money back, someone with more responsibility can take over." For a few seconds no one said anything. A dark aura was covering the air above the three and no one could see Neige's facial expression because of her bangs covering her eyes like a curtain, but both men noticed her shaking a little.
They were startled when they saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Jeff's guilty conscience came forward and even Ashraf's victory smile was wiped away in a second.
Concerning Neige… well she didn't want them see her cry and with lightning speed she sprinted towards the crowd of people that had gathered in the middle of the giant hall. The only thing the Sheriff could do was to look after her, feeling pity for her.
She tried desperately to get to the entrance but that seemed more difficult than she had expected, since more and more people came inside, all flooding in as if Luisa Mayhem was having a concert right here, right now!
After three failed attempts, she gave up and tried to wipe wet cheeks dry.
It's not like she didn't understand the old man. He was like a family member to her too, but… one accident (drowned in bad luck) and everything changed? She has proven that she was able to look after herself for the past six years. Why couldn't everything stay the way it was? If only the house wasn't destroyed. Then she wouldn't need the deed, she wouldn't have to find it and she would not need five-hundred-thousand p-Kris to pay for the construction. And even if she got the deed, Jeff surely wouldn't let her live alone any longer. Most of the 19-year-old girls were already married and Jeff, more than once, wanted her to marry very soon. What might also been the reason why she didn't tell him about the proposal.
Maybe if she got the money herself, Jeff would let her stay at the lake, but the only thing of value was her necklace and the family heirlooms. Even together they weren't worth more than ten-thousand p-Kris.
The Voices of the hall got louder, as a loud melody began to play behind her.
"Ow." A man bumped her roughly, making her stumble a little.
"Watch where you're going!" he barked and marched on dividing the crowed.
"Excuse me, sir." She whispered, fully aware that no one heard her she, the usual insecurity invading her heart.
"I wasn't your fault. Don't apologize." She turned and just barely got to glimpse at a black coated young man passing her.
Not knowing why, her eyes were glued to his back as he slowly disappeared into the crowed like the man before him. Only then, she noticed that the whole bar looked in one direction. The Crystalvision was center of everybody's attention.
The petite girl had to stand on her toes to get a look of the image but it was enough, since she saw an elegant Lady and handsome man standing in front of the castle. The crowed calmed down a little and she even began to understand what they were talking.
"..but back from the concerning black Pokémon to the more brilliant topic of this year's great Pokéflag Tournament.", the image changed to the pink haired women. "Yes you are totally right Charlie! This year is going to be extra special! It's not just the 50 anniversary but also the first year with the new Crystal-Technology. All around the world the new Crystalvisions were installed at the local venues!" The woman called exited.
"And thanks to them, we viewers, can see live what is happening inside the competitions! Not only that! The security was strengthened, the venues got even more thrilling and the Secret-Challenges are more likely to be found." Charlie announced.
"This all leads to more than twice as many participants this year! And you know what? You can still enter the competition. Just register at your local bureau and you are part of the most exiting completion of all time! The winner gets the great reward of seven-hundred-fifty-thousand PokeKristals! So handsome men!" She pointed at the crowd "If you feel up for the challenge, register now and experience the adventure of a lifetime! The application deadline and the opening ceremony are in three days. Till then, yours truly Charlie," she pointed at the men beside her, "And Ellen!" he pointed back at the woman and in unison they said, "Welcome to the 50th Pokéflag Championchips!"
*1) They're not just the payment but also contain great magical power depending on the crystal.
*2) Crystalvisions are like regular televisions. They have the same format and come in as many different sizes and shapes as regular TV's. They're rare and need Psychic-Pokémon to receive the signals and project the image.
Criticism and comments are always welcomed. Don't hold back.
Thxforreading, and sorry I easily get confused with comma and whether to write something big or not. It's a little different here in Germany. Please point out my mistakes. See you in the next chapter 3
