Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or any of their characters. I only own OCs and my plots.
Chapter 1- Ominous Occurrences
"Finally! It's about time we got out of that cave!"
Joe Smith yawned and stretched, wincing at his aching muscles. After a long, hard trek through Rock Tunnel, Joe and his Pokémon team just wanted some food and a place to stay the night. Well, almost all of them.
"Wow, I can't believe it's night time already!" cried Tangela, running here and there to explore the new location.
"Yeah, well I can," grumbled Gyarados, recently released into a nearby river. "A whole day spent cooped up in a stupid little ball. What a waste of my time."
"Oh, sure, you can complain," retorted Exeggutor, her usually cheerful face currently wearing a frown. "You're not the one whose feet feel about to fall off from tripping over rocks in a dark cave all day."
"Look, we've all had a rough day," said Graveler, taking on her usual role of mediator, "so let's just get to Lavender Town where we can rest."
"Yeah, sure," agreed Joe, too tired to argue with any of them at the moment, and the group trudged on under the light of the full moon.
As they entered the town, the group stopped, staring up at the famous Pokémon Tower. It sure is bigger than I thought it would be, thought Joe. He turned back towards the neon lights of the Pokémon center, and jumped suddenly as he realized that there was a short, aged man standing in front of him and staring at Joe with an intense gaze.
"Youuuu…," he croaked, raising a bony hand to point a finger at Joe, whose eyes widened as he took a step back from the man.
"M-me?" asked Joe.
The old man was silent for a moment, then, "Beware, the Master has returned to the tower. On the night of All Hallows' Eve, she shall rise, and many shall fall, leaving only one, and one alone to face her." Then, he turned around and walked away, leaving Joe to stare after him in bewilderment.
"Uhh… right. Well, let's go, shall we?" said Exeggutor, slightly amused at the strange actions of the old man, and the group entered the Pokémon center.
Later that night, after a meal and a rest, Joe sat awake in his room, his Pokémon asleep beside him, staring out the window up at Pokémon Tower, silhouetted against the light of the full moon. All Hallows' Eve… that was tonight. "The Master has returned to the tower…" what "Master?" He'd never heard of any such thing, and as for the "many shall fall," part, well… The man had been rather old. Perhaps it was just superstition and dementia.
Suddenly, something caught his eye, and he looked up. What was… yes, there! Up at the top of the tower, he thought he could see a small, red light, moving about. What was it? It was so… pretty. As it slowly moved back and forth, he watched it, his head unconsciously swaying with it.
Baack and foorth…
Baaack and fooorth…
Then, all of a sudden it flashed bright red, illuminating everything for a second, until everything, including Joe's consciousness, went black.
