Pokemon fanfiction.

"Welcome to Sunyshore City! I hope you find everything satisfying in your stay".

Glenn looked around. Tents littered the streets, barely able to keep down under the other streetlamp flickered as he walked away from the automated greeting system.

"No time for you today. I'm hurrying a tad I'm afraid," he laughed At Ags. For all the good Volkner tried to do for this city, it didn't matter anymore.

Galactic had won. Not in the way they had imagined but they still won. The world had finally gone to shit. Same old world, new unforgiving shit to deal with. Cyrus was stuck all cozy with Giratina, that kid everyone was relying on was probably dead and to top it all off Team Rocket decided to make a reappearance in Johto and Kanto.

He was told he needed to speak to Jasmine if he was to get home. Like everyone else in this godforsaken city, he needed to board a shit.

He passed by an elderly man talking to a young girl, both clad in rags. The girl doing her best to keep warm.

"Did you hear about Hoenn? They supposed to be safe. We can get there, Markus. We can all get there as soon as the shipyard is up and running." She stood up, enthused with her own grand plan.

A sound, ringing chime emanated from her. The first music Glenn had heard in months. The girl swayed with the sound as it grew louder. A Chingling rose from her hood.

Glenn stopped to a halt, indulging the music. "That was lovely." he said to the girl "What's your name?".

Both the girl and her Chingling stopped dead. The monotone of the howling gales returning to their briefly interrupted place.

"I'm - I'm Beth." The winds made their way through her rags, whatever warmth she enjoyed from the music gone in a instant.

"I'm sorry to have bothered such a beautiful melody, I am however in dire need of reaching someone named Jasmine. Any information you can give me would be greatly appreciated". Glenn reached down to his belt, past the Poke-balls placed there. He pulled a lighter from his pocket.

"You have fire?" The old man had taken to his feet with the more grace than anytime in twenty years.

"I do. It's yours if you happen to know where I may find Jasmine".

"I don't know where she-"

Just as quickly as it had appeared, the lighter had re-entered his pocket.

"Then I'm afraid there's little else for us to discuss. Good Evening to you sir" Glenn interrupted.

"Wait! Please. Just please wait. I don't know where she is but I know someone who might."

Glenn smiled. "Then by all mean my good man go ahead, why on earth did you not lead with that?

"Under the lighthouse. There's a generator, a man there powers this city. Nothing happens here without his knowledge". The elderly man glanced down at the pocket where the lighter resided. His eyes lit up as it twitched with the movement of Glenn's hand.

Out came a solitary match. Glenn tossed it at the man's feet.

"Don't use it all at once," Glenn chuckled to himself. 'To the lighthouse' he thought.