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- Zoroark .I
" Class dismissed! " Barked , an elegant Delphox who taught at Umbra Elementary. The class whooped and hollered. Today was Friday, and everyone needed to relax after a long week of work. Maya, a shiny zorua, stepped out of the class and waited for her friend, a clever Meinfoo who went by the name of Tactic. " Tactic! Where are you? " Maya yelled.
" Where you least expect me! " Tactic appeared out of the blue, tackling Maya with lighting speed, pinning her friend down. " Alright, alright, I surrender! "
Tactic hopped off of her beaten opponent. " Riolu taught me how to do that! " She said proudly. You mean your boyfriend? She silently teased. Riolu was a modest student who specialized in fighting type moves and controlling and reading aura. He had a name, but it was an old tradition for an Aura Apprentice to take on their species name, rather than their own, only sharing it with their mates and family. Riolu and Tactic had become close friends and it was pretty clear that they wanted to be more than friends.
Instead, she forced a smile. " Cool! We should probably be getting home now. "
Later~
Maya and Tactic arrived at Torren Village soon, laughing and chatting all the way. Suddenly a scream split the air along with a laughing sound, deep and menacing. " What was that?!" The duo squeaked in unison.
Then Tactic rolled her eyes. " Probably the Back Alleys. You know them and their pranks! "
The Back Alleys were a group of pokémon who loved to cause trouble. Among them where Lurk ( a Murckrow ), Ruse ( a Liepard ), Sneak ( a Weavile ) , Sly ( a Gengar) and, the ring leader, Plot ( a Houndoom ). Their name suited them well. They hid out in the alleyways, pranking pokémon and showing no remorse when they hurt a pokémon to successfully prank another. They didn't go to school, and were never caught. Rumor had it that you had to do something nasty to get into their group, and that, once you did, Plot gave you what he called an ' Alley name ', which were based off of what you did to get into the group.
" We should stop them! It could be worse than we think! " Maya growled. Tactic nodded in agreement. She knew that they could be truly terrible. They killed her dad.
As they arrived in the Back Alley's territory, they saw a snobby looking Sneasel with her hands on her hips. " Is everything alright? " Tactic asked.
The Sneasel's eyes glinted. " Wouldn't you like to know? " She smirked.
" Yes, we would. " Maya said, trying to be patient.
" I don't think your stumpy legs would be able to keep up, mutt. "
Ha! You must be new here! Maya was competitive, bold, stubborn, and extremely agile. She had become the fastest pokémon in town with ease. Tactic was fast as well, but she was focused on something else right now. The sneasel's aura. It seemed to be laughing at her, revealing her true nature. She was a trickster, a prankster. She began to focus on her own aura, becoming one with it. Tactic focused even harder and gasped in awe as a sphere formed in her palm. She launched it at the sneasel without a warning. " She's trying to trick us! Run! "
The two friends spun around and sprinted away nimbly to their homes, which were right next to each other. Maya heard a scream. Screaming, the new cliché of the day! She thought bitterly. Tactic stood, clutching the grass in her front yard as an odd ring opened up in front of her door. It sucked up everything within nine yards of it. Maya had to cling to the grass as well. She looked over and saw Tactic beginning to lose her strength. No! This ring would not steal her best friend! Burning with rage, Maya launched a weak Shadow Ball at her friend. It knocked her out of the ring's path. Dazed, she stood up as the ring vanished with a soft pop! Pokémon wandered out of their houses, looking shocked. " It's true! The prophecy is coming true! " Yelled an old Xatu.
" What? You are as old as you are paranoid! It was the Back Alleys! I am going home! Or far away from here!" It was Scorch, a bad tempered Flareon. She was a sad widow, her husband MIA for four years now.
The other pokémon nodded their heads in agreement and stomped off into their homes. All except for Maya and Tactic. " What prophecy? "
" My name is Sciat. I have seen the future and it does not look good. It is filled with peril, discord and disorder. Only a hero can stop it. Maybe more than one. "
" There is an evil, ruthless, power hungry pokémon stirring in the desert. It has been confined in a prison for thousands of years. However, as punishment for a crime committed long ago, it has been awakened. Freed. It's unstoppable! " He cried, his gaze clouded.
" But, " he said. " It can be confined once more by a jewel unlike any other. The Confinement Jewel. To obtain this jewel, you will need five items."
" An Ember of War, the Bone Of A Beloved, A Shard Of A Secret, A Free Spirit, and an Ancient Song."
Maya's head whirled. No one would believe him. No one would go seek these items. Her eyes met Sciat's. Knowledge flowed through her, and she saw a terrible chaotic world filled with death and disorder. She knew now. It was her destiny. Tactic's , too. But something told her to let her discover it on her own.
Tactic stared at the odd psychic type. Should she trust him? Taking a deep breath, she read his aura.
It was frail, and crumbling, and revealed an old pokémon shaken by knowledge and choas yet to come. Yet he was still wise. Tactic wanted to help this man. But how!? Go seek the jewel, little one. It was her destiny. " I wish to seek the items! "
Maya nodded. " I do as well. " Sciat studied the two pokémon before him. A great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is my true destiny! " You must leave soon!"
" But what about our families? Our homes? Food? " Maya inquired.
Sciat frowned. " You are right. I will give you three days to find food, traveling companions, and , of course , the Legends. "
" You will find the Legends in my house. Come to me at the end of the third day for them. "
With that, the pokémon flew off, leaving the young pokémon with one thought in their heads. What am I going to tell my family?!
