"Mobutt... run! Survive... uphold our Legacy!" Mobutt's mother whispered to her son. His father, the greatest village warrior, was getting harassed by a bloodthirsty Hydreigon. Mobutt noticed the dead bodies of his relatives scattered around. Even his brother had fallen to the vicious creatures. Mobutt the Zorua cried. And cried. His mother dried his tears while a Druddigon was heading towards her. "Leave! Please survive, Mobutt!" his mother cried out. Mobutt took a final look at his mother and cried, leaving her at the hands of a vicious Druddigon.
Mobutt was an orphan. An orphaned Zorua. His parents had been attacked by wild, vicious Dragon types. The memory still haunted him, the sounds of blood running and bone crushing still relatively fresh in his mind. Mobutt, since then, spent a good chunk of his life avoiding bandits, stealing food, and looking for shelter. He practically gave up on ever finding a permanent home. He wanted to find food right now- Mobutt was hungry.
So when he smelt the delicious , succulent aroma of berries in the distance, Mobutt held his nose up high to see were it originated from, then peeked through the bushes to get a better look. There, he saw a Goodra happily munching down on a huge pile of berries by himself. Mobutt's stomach growled, and he wasted no time in shape-shifting into a Haxorus then pretended to just be coming.
"Hey there! Mind giving mi wanna those berries?" Mobutt pleaded in a fake Texas accent. To his surprise, the Goodra hadn't heard of Mobutt's antics yet and decided there was nothing wrong with giving this poor, starving hobo food, right? "Sure! By the way, my name's Harry. What's yours?" Harry asked politely, but Mobutt had already snatched half of the berries, said a hasty goodbye, then headed out.
Once he was sure to be out of sight, he transformed back and marveled at the heap of stolen food. "Hehehe! Like stealing candy from a Slurpuff!" he giggled a bit hysterically. Unfortunately, Harry had head the commotion and checked it out. Upon noticing the Zorua and the berries beside him, plus his You-got-tricked! look, he figured it out. "HEY! I want those back!" Harry yelled furiously.
Mobutt made a run for it, of course, but Harry was unusually fast and caught up with Mobutt quite easily. Then, for self-defense, he used Dark Pulse on Goodra, but unfortunately it only fazed Goodra, though it made him flinch. After he recovered, Harry used Dragon Pulse on the Zorua, but the berries that Mobutt held absorbed some of the damage, however they were burnt in the process. Harry was fuming at this point when he noticed that the berries were gone. Harry growled ferociously.
"You're going to pay, little one..." Harry said maniacally. Suddenly, Mobutt remembered his mother's killer: his last words to her were with the same tone, the same purpose, the same words. This ignited his fury so much that he started glowing white after issuing a battle cry. His body started distorting, Mobutt became taller, sleeker, cooler, stronger. Then, he stopped glowing. Mobutt had evolved into a Zoroark!
"Shadow Ball!" shouted Mobutt, hitting the Goodra with a powerful attack. Harry started begging for mercy, mostly because he was a bit of a pacifist. "Please don't hurt me!" Harry pleaded. Mobutt stopped his relentless barrage of random Shadow Balls. Then he threw his head back and gave himself a hearty laugh, which shocked Harry.
"Nah, I'm cool with it," he announced. "Now, should we work together or what?" Mobutt offered with enthusiasm. They worked together to try and get more berries, but the Goodra had already previously taken pretty much all the local berries. Zoroark eventually got tired of berry-hunting and moved on to Magickarp fishing, which was much more fulfilling and successful. They got a fire started and now had a nice feast. "Thanks, bro!" Mobutt said to Harry while munching on a half-eaten Magickarp. Harry nodded his head in agreement. Soon, Mobutt invited himself into Harry's house.
From then on, they were friends! Mobutt eventually found a home to years later(he started out this story 15) then settled down sadly. He always longed for more adventure, more friends. Another two years you go by without anything happening, and Mobutt now really longs for adventure. He would soon get his wish... but not in the way he expected. This is the Prologue of this epic journey.
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