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Pokemon: Screaming Darkness & Shining Light
Chapter 7
Omonos City
Arnold's POV
After getting my badge from the Gym Leader, Formo, me and Kaser decided it was best to rest up our Pokemon (or at least mine) before setting off toward the next town and possibly the next Gym. Inside the Pokemon Center, our Pokemon played around with Nurse Joy's Chansey, who was extremely playful. Using the phones near the reception desk, me and Kaser decided to call Professor Ezimoro.
"Hello?" Ezimoro said after he was on.
"Hey, Ezimoro. Check this out," I said as I showed him my first badge, the Sky Badge.
"Huh. Well. Nice work, Arnold. I knew you could do it," Ezimoro said.
"Thanks Professor," I said.
"Boys, listen. I have terrible news. I was attacked not too long ago by a person who had a Scizor. He looked like a scientist the way he was dressed, but I could tell he wasn't. His logo intrigued me the most though. His logo was of the once powerful kingdom of Ancients," Ezimoro explained.
Me and Kaser looked at each other in confusion.
"Ancients, sir?" Kaser said.
"Yes. The Ancients' Kingdom was built long ago on where our region of Kezi rests today. In myths and legends, during a 1000 yearly Solar Eclipse, a young princess would summon 4 great beings to where the Pokemon League now stands. These 4 beings would use their power to give the land the princess cherished prosperity. But the king had other plans for the beings. It is said that he, the king, found a way to control beings through a way of hypnosis, whether they'd be human or not. When he got the chance to use this, his daughter, the princess, apposed him for his evil designs. With the princess's wish, the mightiest being sealed away the king into the depths of darkness for all eternity. And the kingdom was ruled by a new, more kinder, queen, who sought to give the land what her father would not allow. This legend became known as the Legend of Al," Ezimoro furtherly explained.
"Wow. That's quite a story," I said.
"Indeed. Though this is just an idea, the queen of the land of the past may have a descendant in this time period, but unfortunately even I can't guess who it is," Ezimoro said.
"Any idea on how to tell which person is the descendant?" Kaser asked.
"Hmmm. To my knowledge no. But if I find out, I'll let you know," Ezimoro said. "In the meantime, be careful and-"
Before Ezimoro could finish, the gym leader, Formo, appeared behind me and Kaser, shocking us.
"Hello, professor," Formo said.
"Well. Formo, you are looking healthy," Ezimoro said, tipping his hat.
"And so are my Pokemon," Formo said gladly.
"What are you doing here, Formo?" I asked.
"I'm here healing up my Pokemon since your Charmander left them pretty weakened. After getting them healed, I saw you two and decided to say hello," Formo explained.
"My, isn't that a surprise," Ezimoro chuckled.
"Anyway, I overheard your conversation. We gym leaders, or most of us at least, know of the Legend of Al quite well. Our ancestors were once soldiers of the King and Queen during the reigns. But that was a long time ago," Formo said.
Before we could say anything on that, the referee ran toward us, sweating intensively.
"Mr. Formo sir. There is touble," the ref said.
"What is it, man?" Formo asked.
"Omonos Forest is on fire!" the ref shouted.
We were shocked at this; me and Kaser stood up and bid our farewells to Ezimoro before logging off. Me, Kaser, and Formo ran toward the forest that was inside a giant dome, looking like a greenhouse.
Omonos Forest
"The ref was right. There is smoke coming out of that window," Kaser pointed.
We ran inside and to where the smoke was coming from. As we did, lots of Flying Pokemon were flying in all sorts of directions, trying to escape. As we ran deeper into the forest we began to see flames on branches and then a forest fire. We soon made it to the center of the forest of flames and saw the cause of the forest fire. A girl, around 20-23 years in age, who wore orange shorts, a shirt with a Butterfree design on it, royal blue and red sneakers, and a bandana with a weird logo on it, and her strange Bug Pokemon was causing the fire. Her bug Pokemon was a weirdly shaped moth larva that spat fire out of the horns on its body.
"What is that? And who are you?" I asked.
Kaser took out his own Pokedex and scanned the Pokemon.
"Larvesta, the Torch Pokemon. This Pokemon was believed to have been born from the sun. When it evolves, its entire body is engulfed in flames," the Pokedex stated.
"Hm?" the girl finally noticed us. "And, uh, who are you like supposed to be?"
"I am Formo, Gym Leader of this town, and you are are trespassing on property that doesn't belong to you," Formo said.
"Oh. You are the Gym Leader? I was, like, totally expecting a more handsome Gym Leader," the girl said, taunting Formo. "Anyway, my name is, like, Dor and I am, like, an admin of the great organization, Team Ancient."
"Stop burning down the forest. Innocent Pokemon are going to get hurt," Kaser said.
"Oh please. Don't, like, beg to me. According to the king, Pokemon are, like, nothing more than tools for battle. They have no feelings or emotions. They are, like, nothing but tools," Dor said.
"That... that... THAT IS JUST HEARTLESS! JUST SO DAMN HEARTLESS!" I shouted angrily.
"Hey! Don't look at me, I'm not the one who said it. The king of the Ancients did. Anyway, I'm supposed to be, like, burning the forest to round up these Pokemon," Dor said.
"For what reason?" Formo asked.
"Hell if I know. And even if I, like, knew, I would tell you," Dor said. "Hey, that rhymed."
Formo gritted his teeth in disgust.
"Arnold, Kaser, I'm going to need your help," Formo said as he got a Pokeball ready.
"Already on it," I said as we got our Pokeballs ready as well.
We threw our Pokeballs and out came our Pokemon: my Charmander, Kaser's Mudkip, and Formo's Swellow.
"Oh. 3 on 1 is so not cool. Go! Butterfree and Beautifly!" Dor shouted as she threw 2 Pokeballs.
Two butterfly like Pokemon flew out of their Pokeballs and glared for battle. Me and Kaser got our Pokedexes out.
"Butterfree, the Butterfly Pokemon. It loves the honey of flowers and can locate flower patches that have even tiny amounts of pollen," my Pokedex stated.
"Beautifly, the Butterfly Pokemon. Despite its looks, it is aggressive. It jabs with its long, thin mouth if disturbed while collecting pollen," Kaser's Pokedex stated.
"When I was just a simple girl, I always, like, wanted to taste honey, but since I wasn't a butterfly, I couldn't," Dor said, "So I, like, caught these two just for that purpose."
"Now, Beautifly! Use Gust!"
Beautifly flapped its wings so fast, wind currents began to form, blowing Charmander, Mudkip, and even Swellow back a bit.
"Swellow! Aerial Ace!" Formo shouted.
Swellow charged head-first toward the butterfly Pokemon, but Butterfree appeared in front of it.
"Butterfree! Use Sleep Powder!" Dor shouted.
Butterfree flapped its wings, scattering light blue dust that got in Swellow's way. Swellow quickly became sleepy and fell to the ground.
"Swellow!" Formo shouted in concern.
"Gee! This is, like, totally too easy. I don't even have to get my hands dirty," Dor laughed, taunting Formo.
"Charmander! Flamethrower!" I shouted.
"Mudkip! Water Gun!" Kaser shouted.
A stream of fire was spat by Charmander and a stream of water was spat by Mudkip. Both butterfly Pokemon dodged the attacks.
"Ha! Your aim is, like, very poor!" Dor taunted.
"Those attacks weren't aimed at Beautifly nor Butterfree," Kaser stated.
Dor looked confused but then realized that Larvesta was left defenseless while it was still spitting flames. Larvesta was hit hard by the attacks and was instantly knocked out.
"Nice strategy. Take out the main problem and worry about the minors later," Formo said, sounding impressed.
Swellow woke up and flew back into the air.
"Unfair! Unfair! UN-FAAAAIIIIRRRR!" Dor shouted in anger, stomping her feet as she steam could be seen and her red face began to look more like a tomato.
"Beautifly! Tackle! Tackle! TAC-KLE! Butterfree! Psybeam! Psybeam! PSY-BEAM!" she screamed as her temper became obviously high.
Butterfree launched a rainbow ray of psychic energy at its opponents; and Beautifly flew head-first toward us.
"Swellow! Air Cutter!" Formo shouted.
"Charmander! Flamethrower!" I shouted.
"Mudkip! Water Gun!" Kaser shouted.
Swellow created air currents that were visibly sharp; Mudkip spat a stream of water; and Charmander spat a stream of fire. All these attacks were heading toward Butterfree and Beautifly. They were accurately hit and knocked out of the battle. We celebrated this victory.
"No! No! NOOOOOO! I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO LOSE! I AM IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO! WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO NOW!" Dor panicked as she paced the ground in swift cartoon fashion.
"That is what you get for messing with our Pokemon," Formo said, taunting the still angry Dor.
"My, you are just that much of a worry-wart, aren't you, Dor?"
A man walked through the forest of dying flames and toward Dor. He had a strange labcoat with a the same logo as Dor's bandana, implying he was an ally.
"M-m-minister Hinder! Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" Dor asked as she bowed as if begging for forgiveness.
"I was just visiting an old friend. And what do I find after? You losing to children," the man, apparently named Hinder, said.
I noticed that he looked like a scientist and knew this was the guy who attacked Ezimoro.
"Are you the guy Ezimoro said that attacked him?" I asked.
He laughed at my question. "Indeed I am. My name is Lord Hinder, one of the two ministers who follow the king in a world wide conquest. I am a higher rank than the admin you see before and fought. And thus, more powerful," Hinder said.
"Why not prove that then?" Formo taunted.
Hinder gave a sinister grin and a twinkle came to his glasses. Out of nowhere, a Scizor appeared and crushed Swellow with a Metal Claw. That amazing strength was enough to make Swellow cough out blood. Scizor swiftly went its master side and prepared to attack again.
"Swellow!" Formo shouted as he ran to his bird's side.
We followed him. His Swellow was completely injured beyond belief. Formo gritted his teeth.
"Monster!" he shouted at Hinder.
"So have I made a point? Good. Now we must be off. Come, Dor," Hinder said as he began walking away.
I tried to follow him, but a burning branch fell right in front of me and cut me off. Before I knew it, they were gone.
Omonos City
Me and Kaser were outside the Pokemon Center, waiting for Formo. The sun was nearly down, meaning we would have to leave tomorrow. Formo walked out of the building with face of relief.
"Swellow is going to be fine now," he said.
"That's good. We were really worried," Kaser said.
"Boys. I appreciate your cooperation. If it wasn't for you, all would have been lost," Formo spoke proudly.
"Your welcome, Formo. But that Hinder guy..." I said.
"Indeed. He is no ordinary Pokemon Trainer. He looks like a scientist, but now its obvious that he is not," Formo said.
We stared at the ground for a bit before Formo smiled at us.
"Boys, allow me to show my appreciation by inviting you to my home. I'll cook up a meal that you and your Pokemon will enjoy," Formo offered.
Me and Kaser looked at each other, smiled, and nodded at Formo.
"Excellent. Come on then," Formo said as he walked ahead of us.
I looked back after getting a chill up my spine, as if someone was watching us. I shook it off and proceed toward Formo's home.
Bius's POV
Standing behind a tree is what I was doing, as Arnold and his friend, Kaser, were going to the Gym Leader's home. I took out a locket labelled "Family forever" and opened it. A picture of a woman, a girl at my age, and an even younger girl was shown. The girl was obviously me, when I was younger; the older girl was my sister; and the woman with us was my mom who is... dead...
"Sniff... Mom... Sniff," I cried softly, making sure no one heard me.
I closed the locket and put it in my pocket.
'Hmm. The Legend of Al, huh? Mom. Could this be the prophecy you predicted? If so I only have so little time," I thought to myself as I left for the Pokemon Center to go to sleep.
