Last time on Tony's Journey...

After two Plasma grunts killed both of their Pokemon by ordering their poor Trubbish to use Explosion, Tony gave both Pokemon a proper burial, unaware that the mysterious boy named N had seen Tony bury the Pokemon and give them their own graves. Confused by Tony's actions, N left to ponder thing, but not before giving the deceased Pokemon flowers. Now, Tony guards the Plasma Grunts trapped in Wellspring Cave while Skyla and Cheren head back with Officer Jenny!

What will happen next? Find out now!

"Good job, kids!" the Nacrene City Officer Jenny said with a grin. "We'll take it from here," she declared as her two fellow officers shoved the unhappy Plasma Grunts into the back of their squad car.

It was late by the time that Officer Jenny arrived at Wellspring Cave. The sun was just beginning to set. Though Skyla and Cheren had run all the way to Nacrene, it did take them some time before they got there. Both of them were still sweaty and tired, but they were glad that justice had been done.

Cheren wiped off his glasses. "It's not a problem," he told Jenny.

"They didn't have a chance!" Skyla boasted.

"Of course they didn't!" Jenny said. "Going up against strong trainers like you guys, they didn't have a chance!" She slammed the door to the squad car shut, sealing the Plasmas in the back. "The judge is going to throw the book at these guys... Using a move like Explosion..." She shivered. "They'll be gettin' ten to fifteen years in the slammer for Pokemon abuse, so don't you worry!"

"Thank you," Cheren said with a nod.

Jenny got into her car and drove off, carrying the Plasmas with her. Hopefully, what she said was true, and the Plasmas would pay for what they had done. But still...

Tony's eyes were still firmly glued to the gravestones of the dead Trubbish and Patrat. While he was glad that they could rest in peace, a nagging depression still clung to him like a burr. Lucky, Sunny and Lancelot were all in their Pokeballs, and he was ready to get back on the move to Nacrene, but still...

Skyla walked over to his rival and stood by his side. "Ki... I mean, Tony..." she said. "It wasn't your fault."

"I know..." Tony sighed. "I just wish I could've done something about it... It's not fair. Trubbish was a trained Pokemon - he'd do anything for his trainer. And his trainer... he took advantage of that bond."

"Well, it just goes to show ya!" Skyla said, flipping her magenta hair. "Ya can't trust any of those hippie cultist nut-cakes!"

Cheren, despite his admiration for Skyla's skills as a Gym Leader, rolled his eyes. "You could have worded that better..."

"Heeeey! Guys!"

Bianca ran down the road, followed by the younger girl. "Hey, Bianca," Tony greeted.

"H-hey!" Bianca panted, as she came to a stop. "We got tired of waiting!" she gasped.

"D-did you...?" the girl stammered. "Did you save...?"

Tony pulled out the girl's Pokeball and handed to her. "I think this belongs to you," he said.

The girl's eyes widened, and she gave a delighted laugh. "Licky, it's you!" she cheered, taking the Pokeball and leaping happily into the air. "T-thank you!" she told Tony gratefully. "Thank you so much! I-if Licky had been taken away I don't know what I'd do..."

Tony shook his head, smiling softly. "No, no..." he said. "It was more of Cheren and Skyla than me."

"Well," Skyla said, rubbing her nose while a cocky grin returned to her face. "I try to be humble, but heaven knows, it's hard."

"Happy to be of service," Cheren said with a confident nod. He looked up at the sky. "It's getting late. I'm heading to the Nacrene Pokemon Center."

"Not a bad idea," Skyla commented. "I'm starving."

"Are you coming, too, Bianca?" Cheren asked.

"Nah!" Bianca said. "I'll catch up later! I need to make sure this one gets back to her parents alright!" She gestured to the girl.

Tony yawned. "Alright, then," he said, wanting nothing more than to go to Nacrene, set up his tent, and then pass out. "Seeya around then," he said. He turned and began to walk off to Nacrene. Skyla and Cheren followed, the setting sun shining down on them with orange radiance.

"W-wait!" the girl shouted as Tony began his long walk to Nacrene. "What's your name? You never told me!"

Tony turned around and smiled. "It's Tony - Tony Miller," he said. "Seeya around!" he repeated, before running off to catch up with Cheren and Skyla.

"Bye, Tony! Bye, Cheren! Bye, Skyla!" Bianca shouted, waving after them.

The girl simply stared after them. "T-Tony... Miller?"

"Yeah, Tony!" Bianca explained. "He's my next door neighbor in Nuvema!"

"...Did he always live in Nuvema?"

"Hmm? Oh, no!" Bianca explained. "He's from somewhere in Kanto... Uh, Pellet Town?"

"Pallet Town."

"Yeah, that's it!" Bianca exclaimed. "So, should we get going?"

"Yes... We should."

Bianca and the girl walked off, Bianca her usual, bubbly self, The girl, however, was anything but bubbly. All of the admiration, gratefulness and praise she had felt towards Tony was now gone, replaced with anger. An anger that had been fed and nurtured for almost two years now.

The girl stared down at her Pokeball, as her Pokemon and best friend, Licky, stared back. He was a Lickitung, a Pokemon also native to Kanto. She came froim Kanto, just like Tony. She had never met him before, personally, anyways, but she knew everything she needed to know to hate him with a passion.

Clutching the Pokeball in her hand, the girl silently followed Bianca back to Striaton.

Nacrene City, sometimes called a Pearl of a Place, or the City of the Arts, was an interesting city - namely due to the fact that it barely resembled a city at all. Nacrene was made of warehouses - almost nothing else was there, save for the famed Nacrene Museum and the Pokemon Center. The warehouses had been used over a hundred years before to store food supplies from the growing Castelia City, which lay to the west. A massive railroad carried good from Nacrene to Castelia, as well as to many other places. Small houses were built in Nacrene for the worker to live in with their families. Coal was discovered in the Wellspring Cave, and fossils were, too. Nacrene grew and grew, bigger and bigger.

However, soon warehouses were built in Castelia, and gasoline replaced coal, one of Nacrene's primary exports. The little warehouse town died a slow death as railway workers, miners and warehouse workers abandoned their town. Soon, it became nothing but a lonely relic of the past

Years later, however, it had a startling rebirth. Thirty years ago, a fire broke out in Castelia City, destroying many of the homes of the lower classes in town. People were starving and freezing on the streets, and the charity efforts simply weren't enough. So, one day, a man named Moses Aloe led anyone who would come with him to the remains of Nacrene, and in mere months they had fixed and renovated the ruined town, making homes out of the still sturdy warehouses. Moses built up the Nacrene Museum to showcase fossils and artifacts that were found while digging, which attracted tourists. Eventually, Moses became the Gym Leader of Nacrene until he retired and stepped down for his daughter Lenora. Nacrene was a proud town, beloved as the inspiration for many artists and nature lovers. The town's Museum, scenic cafes, warm weather, clean air, fossils, and convenient location right by the Pinwheel Forest made it quite the vacation location. The town had given the world some great artists as well as great research at the famed museum, including Burgh Arty, a famed dabbler in all fields of arts.

However, it also had given the world a lesser know artist - a darker and stranger artist. His name was Simon, Simon Silk - but nowadays he went by the name of Mystico.

That's Sir Mystico to you.

What could be said about Mystico that couldn't be said about the other Plasma Knights? He tended to be reclusive, rarely seen by the grunts. He was skilled in the art of the Pokemon Battle, an art that had been forced upon him by his parents. But, deep down, he didn't like fighting. He just wanted to make people smile!

Of course, smiles were hard to come by when you're with the Plasmas. So, he focused on making himself and his Pokemon smile "Laugh and the world laughs with you!" he'd say. His Pokemon enjoyed his humor, and they enjoyed his skill in battle. Evidently, they enjoyed beating their enemies down. So Mystico stayed with the Plasmas, if only for his Pokemon.

Well, that and teasing Numera was just soooo delightful.

The Plasma Knight grinned to himself as he entered his hometown for the first time in so many years. "It's good to be back..." he muttered to himself, keeping the collar of his black trench coat covering his face. "I wonder if mom and dad are still around? Oh, but that's unlikely... Heh-heh-heh..."

"Mommy, that man is laughing funny!" a little boy shouted to his mother, pointing to Mystico as he walked by.

"Don't point, dear, it's rude," the mother chastised as she led her son down the cobbled road and to their warehouse home.

Mystico made a quick face at the boy as they went. "Lousy kid..." he murmured, walking off.

He walked through the entire town - he felt obliged to do it. It had been a long time since he had been there, and he wanted to see what had chanced. Nothing really had. Warehouses lined the brick roads, some painted in vibrant colors by budding artists, and some that hadn't been painted since they were built over a hundred years ago.

Keeping his face hidden, Mystico made his way to the Nacrene City Museum. He looked over the decades old architecture, quite impressed. It was still as amazing since the last time he saw it.

It was almost a shame that he was going to ruin it.

Shadows began to curl around the man as he faced the museum, eerie lights surrounding him. The Plasma Knight knew what was in that museum, and he knew he had to bring it forth - for the sake of Pokemon. Like his Pokemon. Humanity and Pokemonity could simply not co-exist. Sure, there were those like him, who really did care about their Pokemon, but mostly they were just human beings - solely focused on themselves and putting food on their own table, no matter how many landfills they made, no matter how many creatures had to die. But soon, the world would be made perfect - good and evil clearly shown and divided.

That was his King's Dream - and it was his dream, too.

Mystico let his collar fall, exposing his face to the world for a mere moment before he vanished, a malicious grin written on his lips. The shadows gathered around him, and he vanished.

Author's Note:

Well, it seems like the girl has a grudge against Tony! I wonder why that could be... Hmm...

Mystico has arrived in Nacrene! What's he planning to do with the museum?

I really hope you guys liked the visual descriptions of Nacrene City. I always did like how that town looked, and I couldn't wait to put it into words. I hope it worked out!

Anyways, tune in next time to meet a new character or two, and for Tony to begin his training around Nacrene City for his upcoming Gym Battle!

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Tony's Party:

1: Lucky, female Butterfree

Ability: Compound Eyes

Move Set: Silver Wind, Confusion, Sleep Powder and Dream Eater.

2: Sunny, female Larvesta

Ability: Flame Body

Move Set: Ember, String Shot, Leech Life and Morning Sun.

3: Lancelot, male Karrablast

Ability: Swarm

Move Set: Peck, Fury Cutter, Fury Swipes and Endure.