A/N: Hello! It's been a long time since I've written anything Colosseum related but I've been playing it lately and watching XD playthroughs and this idea was floating in my head and I had to start it. I mean, I'm in my final year of university so should probably be focusing on that, but meh, I seem to get inspiration at inconvenient times. I wrote this very quickly so apologies if it's rubbish, and I no longer have a beta reader, so if there's mistakes, my bad. This is just a quick introduction, I promise the next update will be more exciting.
The moon hung over Agate village, shielded by clouds, but still cast a silver light over the ancient trees that formed the village itself. The village was silent and motionless, bar the great waterfall that flowed at the East side of the settlement, causing a gushing river to flow toward the West, which a wooden bridge lay over. A shadow walked over the bridge toward a large vehicle, two loyal companions following in his wake. The figure's steps against the wooden bridge caused it to creak in sync with his movements, whilst the light patter of his followers caused barely any sound at all. This didn't stop the figure from pausing and turning around, sensing one of his cohorts had stopped in its tracks.
"Don't give me that look," the figure said coolly to the one in question. "You know as well as I do this is for the best."
The purple-eyed creature did not respond; merely stared at its owner with a stern gaze, questioning his certainty. The recipient's golden eyes held strong. Another companion, with deep red eyes, looked between the two, stricken between whom to side with. Eventually, the man broke his gaze and turned to the vehicle ahead. He hoisted himself on the seat, which was behind a large engine with several pipes spewing off it. He turned back to his companions.
"Espeon, Umbreon. In," he instructed calmly.
Umbreon looked sheepishly back in the direction it had come, sighing sadly before obediently jumping into the sidecar beside his owner. Espeon remained seated on bridge, staring its trainer down. His trainer said nothing, he simply stared back. Espeon saw a glint of doubt. The man looked away, cursing the power of Psychic types to read one's every thought with very little effort.
"Let's go, Espeon," the trainer growled. Espeon inwardly sighed at its trainer's stubbornness, but accepted its duty and jumped into the sidecar beside Umbreon. Then, with one last look at the largest tree in the village, the trainer turned the key to the ignition, and sped off into the distance.
The sun crept in through the window of the tallest tree in Agate, tickling the snow-white skin of the girl who slept in its highest room. Wrinkling her nose, the girl gently rubbed her eyes and yawned, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders as she sat up and stretched. The turquoise quilt fell down her body, and she gently pulled it off her as she stepped out of the bed. As her thoughts crept to the day before, where she had played a role in taking down a criminal syndicate, to not have a care in the world seemed so unreal. Her eyes fell on the bed at the opposite side of the room, its emptiness causing her to furrow her brow. She assumed her companion had gotten up before her and was simply downstairs, until she noticed the absence of a jacket, Pokéballs and the unique, distinct device that usually lay by the bed.
She rushed to the window, ignoring the beautiful view of lush grass before forbidding desert. All she saw she an empty spot in which a motorcycle was once parked.
"Wes…" she whispered, but no-one heard her despair, as her words were captured by the wind.