Chapter 2
Some few days after Chapter 1
Umbra PoV
Dusk fell softly over Petalburg City. The final rush of trainers visiting the Pokémon Centre slowed. I finished eating and started heading off into my temporarily assigned room. Since I no longer required Hospital care, Nurse Joy had given me a room to keep beds free in the Trainer Wing for people who needed it.
My strength was almost recovered and I could tell that Nurse Joy was eagerly awaiting the day that she could run the tests she promised on me. But floating around on the ocean for a week is quite a bitch. I hadn't long recovered from Hypothermia. 'Maybe tomorrow' I thought. Hell, I was feeling strong enough.
Back in my room, I flopped down on the bed, grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. I surfed through the channels, nothing really catching my eye. I flipped past a channel showing a burning warehouse, stopped and flipped back. Maybe it was a movie. Nope. Kalos News. I turned up the volume a little bit.
"Authorities are looking to question an unidentified man, known only as the Gray Shadow." The back of my neck prickled. "Witnesses at the scene of the Kalos International Dock explosion last week have placed him at the site. He was not seen leaving the site and his body has not been recovered. Police have circulated the description of the young man, in hopes that someone may be able to identify him. He is approximately 6'3" tall and looks to be about 21 years old. He has dark black hair and hazel eyes. According to witness reports and CCTV footage, he is dressed in a long black coat over a tight, black shirt. He has dark navy cargo pants. Again, no name has been released for this young man. We now cut to a press conference held by the Kalos Police Force." The screen cut to a large burly man dressed in the dress uniform of the Kalotian Police Commissioner.
"We would like to warn the public that this individual is armed and highly dangerous. He is believed to have been involved in several other cases such as this." He said.
"We've heard rumors that he wields a rather distinctive weapon, is this true?" One of the reporters asked.
"Yes, this is true. He does wield a rather distinctive weapon; a black Scythe, with a gun-metal grey handle. He fights alongside a Gallade." The press was silent, save for the scratching of pens. "Is there any other questions?"
"Yeah, another rumor has it that he has Psychic powers, any truth to that?" Another reporter asked.
"There are none that we know of. We know he fights alongside at least one Psychic type, but no evidence has come forward that he himself is psychic." The commissioner replied.
A black light began to fill the room. A dark chuckle filled the silence. Where there had previously been no-one standing beside the Commissioner there now stood a Hooded man, his face obscured by his cloak's cowl.
"Since your Police force is largely incompetent, I'll take that question. The answer is that yes, he does. But the esteemed commissioner has preferred to spend his department's money on designing stylish uniforms and emblems, procuring fast and stylish cars and weapons for his officers and offer unnecessary things, rather than spending money on recruiting Psychic Sniffers, devices and other Psychics who can detect the residue left over from the use of Psychic powers." The man said. I took a closer look at him as the camera zoomed in on him. He was wearing a long black cloak which hid his clothes from view. The cloak itself seemed to shimmer with his own internal light, which seemed to be black similar to the light which preluded the man's arrival. The upper limb of an unstrung bow protruded from behind his left shoulder, the sting of the bow holding it on the man, and the shafts and flights of several arrows, held in a back quiver, stuck out just to the left of it.
"And I can quite confidently tell you that he's no longer in Kalos. He escaped into the ocean and was knocked out by falling debris. I'm not telling you where he is now though. I think I'll let you figure that out. And now, before any of you recover your wits and try and arrest me, I'm leaving." Black light swirled around him again and he disappeared in a flash of blinding light.
The words that had been spoken rang in my mind, but before I could begin to make sense I felt my consciousness slipping from my body, answering an ethereal calling. It tugged insistently, dragging me through the electrical impulses that made up the world. Eventually I was standing before a shining white light above a cloud. A young woman stepped from it.
Greetings child. The voice seemed to reverberate from the air around me, humming resonantly with the universe. Instinctively I knew it came from the woman in front of me. I studied her. She wore a simple white combat skirt (Search it up, I'm paying homage to RWBY's Weiss. Don't mess with the combat skirt bitches.) and white combat boots/heels. Over her shoulder rested a strap of white leather that held a white sniper rifle, a Bartlett M107 .50 Cal, to her body. You've been brought here for a reason. You may be the one who can prevent the destruction of your world.
Orbs of different colours of light flickered into existence around us. The woman seemed to notice my interest but showed no reaction. There are others, many more than me, but only me and my counterpart remain free. The rest are unable to leave their various prisons. You have witnessed my counterpart, just before I called you.
"Who… What are you?" I asked, finding my voice.
Ahhh. The all-important question. It has been a long time, we have been forgotten even in myth. We are the Overseers, beings born of the power of each of the Pokémon Types. I will tell you more, but you have another vision first.
She placed a shining palm on my brow and I slipped into the vision.
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