Hi! So, first story and uh, this is the prologue that I felt like making, so... I made this quickly, so, it's very short and yea... Enjoy!
Zenkrith was getting tired. Not because he had been running for about 4 hours straight, but because reporters kept try to interrogate or "Interview" him about his little slip-up when he released a small magical white bolt of energy and incinerated half the forest. Not one of his greatest moments, but not the most shameful either, he thought as he quickly rounded a bend and hid in the shadows of the alley.
Shortly after, a group of crazed reporters were seen running past the alley, with everyone still walking out late at night –Whether they were strolling, or sitting on a bench with their Boyfriend or Girlfriend- they all stared at the group of reporters as they rounded the bend and out of the Plaza.
The people who saw them stared at where they last saw them, then shrugged and went back to whatever they were doing before. After he was completely sure the media had passed far, far away, he stepped out onto the pavements of the plaza.
The plaza was nice, with white marble tiles and lights that added small ambience to the darkness of the night. The majority of the people at night were out on the plaza, there were musicians who were playing a calm tune, people out on an early stroll, and businessmen rushing to their faraway workplace.
The place gave one the feeling of contentness and made someone feel less lonely, and the overall structure of the plaza was brilliant, with the exception of the lights, they were hanging on a line so thin that they looked like they could snap any min- SNAP!
The lantern's cord snapped and fell towards the ground, glass shards shooting in every direction. This scared away some people, and a significant amount of people left the plaza, only leaving the few with sanity still intact. "I guess it makes my job easier…" he said out loud, as he walked toward the park
The park on the side of the plaza looked rather menacing, the shadows the trees cast when blown by the wind and illuminated by moonlight gave the impression of demonic claws that were ready to rip apart someone's soul, with only few people daring to enter it, usually fearing some sort of assault or rape. Zenkrith, however, was not the least afraid, the menacing look kept people away, and gave him some peace and silence in his life, far away from the majority of the population.
He took a spot of a small bench in the farthest and darkest corner of the park and relaxed, he still had about 4 hours until dawn, and he intended to relax a little before the sun came up, and, for some reason, he had a feeling that something eventful was going to happen the next day, and he was going to be involved in it. With that, he closed his eyes and began a deep meditation.
This was cut short by a group of late gangsters and brutes who came up to him threateningly. "Can you hand over all of your Pokémon?" The largest member, probably the leader, asked, although it was more of a demand than a question.
Zenkrith responded sternly "I only have one, and I am not going to hand it over."
The leader asked again with a frown "I mean business, kid, hand it over before we have to do this the hard way." "I'll take the hard way, thank you very much."
The gang leader frowned before smirking and cracking his knuckles "Did you hear that, folks? He wants to do this the hard way." Before the rest of his gang bursted into laughter and began making comments on "How that puny little kid can defeat me."
Zenkrith was getting tired of this and said "I'm tired and I advise you get out of here, unless you want to end up in ashes."
The gang leader chuckled and mockingly said "I'm afraid what a puny little brat like you can do to a big strong guy lik-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as he was suddenly blasted by a purple beam of raw energy, followed by shards of five colors hailing from the sky and piercing his back.
The rest of the gang members quickly dispersed and ran far away in fear of pursuit, some even had wet spots on their pants, or dropped their pants and ran away, not caring about the humiliation.
Zenkrith sighed "How could Arceus allow this world become so defiled?"He had been with Arceus at the birth of the Pokémon universe and had made sure it was balanced before returning to other dimensions, and returned only this afternoon to check it out. Imagine his surprise when he found out that Arceus had rally let the place go.
"Team rocket, plasma, flare, aqua and magma…" He recalled grimly. How could Arceus allow it to become like this? "He told me he was ready to take care of his own dimension, guess he wasn't…" Zenkrith thought
Zenkrith rubbed his eyes and thought "What could make this day any worse?" Before collapsing onto the bench from his energy having been depleted by a former maelstrom. Little did he know, the next day was to be a lot weirder.
