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'A legend is told that dates back centuries ago. Before the fateful Hoenn legend of Kyogre and Groudon. Of ancient times, when the first people had come to the land. A stone had been discovered by the ancient people. A stone said to hold an amazing power. This power was used by the king of the land. To protect and rule his people. However, one day, the power had fallen into the wrong hands. The most trusted to the king, had stolen the stone. Using it for his own personal gain, the land began to fall into terrible ruin. The land had dried up, and both Pokemon and people, began to die. The king confronted the traitor to end his tyranny. However, the destruction could not be stopped. Earthquakes ravaged the land and terrible storms began to brew. Only one option was left. The king sacrificed himself to the stone. And thus, the power had been sealed and the stone hidden forever. Or so it was believed.'

Steven Stone walked down the hallway of the third floor of the Devon Corporation Building in Rustboro City. His steps echoed off the white, tile flooring. He was dressed in a pale orange, buttoned down shirt with a brown vest over it. The young man's pants were beige with the bottoms tucked into his shin-high, dark brown hiking boots. His hair was a light blusih-silver and kept short in the back. His bangs and cowlicks hung about haphazardly, giving off a somewhat unkempt appearance. Though that was not the case.

As he walked, Steven fell into thought. An hour prior, he had received a phone call from his father. Joseph Stone, the President of the Devon Corporation, had asked him to attend a vital meeting. It was not uncommon for him to do so, but what perturbed the young man was the utter lack of information. Usually, his father would give some, if not all, the details over the phone. This made Steven both highly curious and bewildered. The urgent tone Mr. Stone had used made it sound like the meeting was of utmost importance. So, Steven had dropped what he was doing and flew to Rustboro City straight away. Now, he came to a halt outside Mr. Stone's office and knocked on the door. A muffled 'come in' sounded from beyond the threshold and he opened the door.

Steven entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. The room was fairly large and had plenty of open space. The walls were decorated with various framed paintings of Pokemon, some resurrected from ancient fossils of long ago. A mahogany desk sat at the far end of the room and to its right were glass display cases with diverse, rare stones. Steven glanced at them before turning his attention to the man sitting behind the desk. Mr. Stone was dressed in a dark purple, pin-striped suit with a navy-blue tie. A strange combination Steven had thought. His white hair had been combed back into spikes, a bit smaller than Steven's. He busied himself with writing something down on one of the abundant papers on his desk. The man seemed so engrossed that he did not bother to look up. Steven shook his head at this before he cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Mr. Stone looked up from his paperwork as Steven spoke. A smile graced his features upon seeing his son. "Ah Steven. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I know you just got back from a trip to the Sinnoh Region this morning. I hope my calling you wasn't a hassle."

"No. I was unpacking at home."

"Did you enjoy your trip?"

"I did, but what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Straight to the point I see. I really would love to know where you got your impatience from. You should-"

"Dad."

Mr. Stone gave a laugh at how flustered the young man before him was becoming. He cleared his throat and the smile faded from his face. "I came across a rather troubling rumour this morning. I came across it when I was out showing some new inventions to the children of the city." Steven was quite aware of Mr. Stone's habit of ditching his assistant, Kennedy, to go wander inconspicuously around Rustboro. He really could not blame the man, for being stuck in an office all day would drive him nuts too. He gave a nod, waiting for him to continue rather than saying anything about it. "Well, as I was taking a small detour, I happened upon two oddly dressed young men. They were standing nearby to me and I overheard the conversation.
"Normally, I would have paid no mind but they seemed very suspicious. They said something about an unusual, rare stone with strange properties. I'm not sure what, but they said something about the power being like a Mega Stone. But what troubles me the most, was the organization they were from. They mentioned something about Team Rocket. I believe they are the band of thieves plaguing the Kanto Region."

Steven took this all in, folding his arms lightly across his chest. He brought a hand to his chin in thought, closing his eyes. "A stone that is like a Mega Stone. I wonder what sort of power it truly exhibits."

"I'm unsure but regardless, I'm afraid it may ferment disaster if found by that team."

The young man opened his eyes and looked over at Mr. Stone. "Did you notify Officer Jenny about this?"

"Not yet. I'm not sure she would investigate it due to an unknown stone being involved."

"And that's why you asked me to come here?"

"Yes. I wanted to ask your opinion on the matter."

Steven let his arms drop to his sides as he began to walk about the room. "Did they say where it was located at all?"

"No, but they did say something about Mount Pyre."

He stopped in his tracks. "Mount Pyre? You don't suppose they could have been talking about the Red or Blue Orb, do you?"

"I don't think so, but it is a possibility now that you mention it. Would you be willing to check it out? If it was the Orbs they were talking about, it could be disastrous if they get their hands on them."

"I can leave right away. If something is amiss, I'll give Officer Jenny a call."

Mr. Stone watched as Steven turned toward the door. "Steven." The young man stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. "I know you are fully capable of defending yourself. One would expect less from Hoenn's Champion. However, this can be a dangerous trip. Please be careful. And if it is possible, notify me if everything is all right."

Steven regarded him with a serious expression before breaking out into a smile. "Don't worry. I'll be careful." With that said, the young man turned on his heels and exited the room.

Mr. Stone watched as his son left, closing the door behind him. Alone with his thoughts, the older man sighed to himself. He was a bit reluctant to have him go, especially knowing Steven just returned from a long trip. The white-haired man glanced over at his desk phone. Perhaps he should call him and ask for him to depart in the morning. Or send someone else altogether. Mr. Stone reached for the phone but stayed his hand. It would be all for naught. The young man, much like himself, could be on the stubborn side when it came to doing the right thing. He let out a breath before he continued his paperwork. Steven would be just fine, he was sure of it.