It was agreed upon that at the end of the next mullium that two Guiding Humans would be chosen to represent either side of the conflict, the victory of the winner would be detirmend by the death of the losers. This was girm decison and a cruel fate. But both knew that the only altirnative was to allow them to continue to fight, and this was simply not an option. So two human would become the pawns in a grudge match between the elementals of land and sky, with one winner, one survivor .
--Year 1000 AD
Cassie felt a chill again, it was the
third time in the last hour, she kept looking over her shoulder, swearing
she saw something just out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't guess
what. All she knew what that it turned her blood into water just from catching
glimps of it. She kept moving foreward, she was going to beat Ash to Blackthorn
city if it was the last thing she did! And she wasn't going to let some
shadows stop her!
Five minutes later her brave
jog was reduced to a meek walk, she could them now, all around her, she
didn't know how many they were, at least more than one, off to one side
was a flash of yellow and black, to the other of blue and violet, then
of brown and red, what were they? If they were pokemon wanting to challenge
her why didn't they just attack? If they wanted not to get captured by
here why did they stay close to her? Did they plan on killing her? Did
they see her as prey in their territory? She held Bayleef's pokeball hard,
considering to release him or not, if she would just be sending him to
his death if these things were as powerful as her imagination was making
them out to be. Contray to popular belief, human did not start training
pokemon to feed some primal lust for power. It was to protect them from
wild pokemon! In a world where animals could pop up out of nowhere and
breath fire at you, your best defence was something that could do the same.
But Cassie had no intention of sacrificing
Bayleef just to buy herself a few extra seconds of life. That wasn't what
a trainer did. They were moving in closer. Cassie realized with fear and
pain that she was going to die . . . she just stood there, she wasn't going
to amuse them by running like a scared rabbit. She took her pokegear from
around her neck and dailed up her mother, praying she was still awake at
this hour. The phone rang and a few times. And finnal a familiar voice
answered.
"Hello Crystal residence."
"Mom? It's me Cassie.
I love you just felt like I should you in case I ever forgot to ever tell
you. Bye." She hung up not waiting for her mother's confused reply.
Cassie took her plastic
megaphone and held it like a club. "If you want me! Come and get me! But
I promise you you'll have fewer teeth to eat me with when I'm done with
you!"
We do not intend to kill you.
Said
a voice, massive and powerful in Cassie's mind. Phyic. Perfect. She might
not even get a chance to fight back. Cassie turned to the faceless voice
and saw what looked like a cross between a gaint wolf and a mainless lion,
brown fur covered the body, a smoky main covered the back, the face was
covered with a crystal mask. It is simply time for you to fulfil your
purpose. Our Chosen.
"C-Chosen!? This is some
kind of joke?!"
We promise you it is
not. Cassie turned her head to see a saber tooth tiger with a metal
mask covering the top half of it's face. You are our Chosen. The one
who will fight in our name in the coming duel.
"Uh . . . sorry guys . .
. I have places to go, people to see, bye!" Cassie turned from the both
of them and ran like the wind down the trail. Or would of if the blue furred
creature with a crystal growth coming from his forehead hadn't been exactly
behind her. Cassie Started and dropped her useless weapon and fell on her
rear.
It is not your
Choice to make. Do not worry. Soon none of your other "business" will matter
to you. All that will matter is us . . . You . . . Are . . . Our's!
Cassie's eyes glazed over looking
into those ruby eyes of the blue wolf/cat, and she fainted dead away.
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