End of Humanity: Banished- Prologue
An old Scyther sat in a building in an impassable mountain chain. He did not belong there, he was banished far from his own world. Arceus had made him leave his own world. He had a tiny army with him but felt alone.
A Murkrow approached him, "Sir, I have run a scan on the planet. It seems almost exactly like our own but there are no Pokemon anywhere. Only humans." Scyther looked pained as he got up to face the small black bird. Arceus had purposely put Scyther in his worst nightmare. A world filled with humans.
The Scyther was completely maddened, he was left without his experiments, his best officer had betrayed him, and he couldn't go home. From his rafters a little red jewel hit him. One that lot all power but he remembered quite well. It gave him hope, strength and a new plan.
Scyther turned to the thief bird and smiled, "Murkrow, go and find what we need for a new experiment. We will build our empire and we will start here. Then after we are done we will find a way to get home and take our revenge."
The Murkrow smiled, it was exactly the type of thing he wanted to hear. They had been going about life pretty normally since they had been banished to that world. He wanted excitement; he needed excitement. Stealing was his contribution to Scyther's plots and he was good at it. In just a few days, if he worked hard enough he could have everything they needed to rid the world of humans.
The old Scyther sat on his throne smiling, "This time there is no Mario to get in our way… But when we get home. He will be the first to fall. We will reign supreme and he will regret ever double-crossing us." He started to laugh, a laugh that to even his loyal group of Pokemon shivered at the sound of, all of them but the Murkrow. To him it was refreshing, a glimpse at a new era.
An era of Pokemon.
An era of chaos.