"I say we track down the chosen one and help him or her in whatever way possible."
"I'm afraid that's just not possible, we have no idea where to start looking."
"There was nothing else besides the prophecy?"
"No, this is our only clue. This riddle is the only thing we can go by."
"I see, well then, I suppose we shall examine it again."
The room grew silent as the two professors re-read a script of paper. The words on it had been copied down from a stone tablet that mysteriously appeared outside their lab one day. No one knows how it got there, or if its words are true, but at the moment, it is the only lead they have.
For weeks, it seems as if the world has been in a standstill. Three weeks ago tomorrow was when it all began. Three weeks from tomorrow. That was the day when a top class ranger ran into a legendary that was controlled by the evil forces. That was the day the three finest rangers failed to complete a simple mission; the day not a single Pokémon was captured and calmed down by a ranger; the day when even the friend Pokémon turned away; the day that the ranger school caught on fire. Of course, that was also the day when a report was made about a Pokémon ranger abusing a Pokémon.
Since that day, nothing has been the same; everyone has been distant, lost in thought. Torn to shreds from the inside by realization that even the good guys could go bad. That is why the professors sat in the dark room for hours, reviewing the writing that was on the stone tablet. Finally, one of them stood. He was a young man with glasses, a dress shirt, and jeans. He turned to his friend, his mentor. "We won't learn much more by reading it, we have gotten all we can out of words old professor. Now we must use actions. I will scan the regions and find the One. I shall ask my brother and my sister to help as well. My sister's husband works at a ranger school in Almina, and my brother is a ranger in Fiore. One of them should be able to help me find this extraordinary ranger that will fix this mess."
The old professor just nodded and continued to stare at the philosophical poem before him. He was deep in thought. The one? The first? The friends? There were so many key components of the short prophecy. His old, wise eyes, kept slicking back to one particular word. Death. Talk of death was not a light topic, and since the prophecy contained this single word, it should by no means be taken lightly. With a final word of farewell, the younger professor left, leaving the old man alone with his thoughts.
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