Prologue
Gus watched his growlithe round up the rest of the Tauros herd atop his ponyta who snorted nervously and stamped his hooves.
"Easy boy, easy" he crooned at him attempting to calm it down. But the truth was he himself had a bad feeling in his bones; and after 60 years of life he knew something was wrong. The cold wind whipped his face and he looked at the sky dejectedly.
"Storm coming in soon" he told himself.
"Growlithe! Hurry up!" He screeched as she round up the rest of the Tauros in the pen he quickly shut the gate. Ponyta once again snorted and stamped his feet uneasily.
Gus looked at the sky again seeing the incoming storm and felt a light rain start pelting him. Cold, and Gus once again got a bad feeling right down to his bones.
Gus jumped back up on his ponyta and rode quickly to where his house was at just over the hill; growlithe close behind. Gus scratched ponytas back as he once again snorted uneasily. Gus looked at the sky once again and saw lightning flash in the distance.
It was very unusual for a storm to be hitting them, since their secluded island was mostly a paradise of never ending sunlight and cool breezes.
Gus out his ponyta back in the shed and headed into his house with growlithe. Not a second too soon either as the rain began to pour down and thunder boomed. Gus hurried to the other side of his small shack he called home and quickly got growlithe to light the fireplace and began to warm himself. It had been over 30 years but he still loved the house he built with his own two hands. He glanced at the wall and sadly looked at the old picture of him and his oldest friend machamp. A few years after the house was built machamp had died from old age and left Gus virtually alone, and not a day went by where he didnt miss him.
It was then in his moment of nonastalgia that he heard ponyta scream and saw it bolt away though the window.
"What in the name of hell" Gus exclaimed as he went outside to go check. Ponyta didn't like storms but never bolted like that.
It was then outside where Gus saw the giant air balloons flying in the sky and an all too familiar logo on the side of them. Growlithe keener at his feet as ropes fell down and people dropped down wearing the familiar uniforms. They quickly surrounded him and Gus looked up and saw smoke rising from the nearby city. The sky was filled with those terrible blimps.
"Hello Gus" an all too familiar voice rang out as the form of one of the people he hated most in this world approached flanked by his men.
"I have nothing to say to you" Gus yelled at him. "You have gone too far, when will the destruction end?"
"Oh Gus," the man crooned happily, "this is only the beginning, consider it the outskirts of the storm"
Rain pounded on Gus as the henchmen forced him to his knees and put handcuffs on him.
"Run growlithe run!" Gus shouted as he was clubbed from behind and hit the ground with a sickening thud. The growlithe took off torwards the forest. Two men made to follow it but the leader ordered them off the trail.
"It is of no matter. Gentlemen after so many years of hiding, Team Rocket has returned"