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Shadow Heat Prologue:

This land is not a place for the innocent; innocence dies at a young age. For many, it is 18, but for some, like one particular trainer, it was at the super young age of 11. It ultimately depends on who you ask as to what age exactly innocence dies in this land; a dirty blond male, named Wes, doesn't know the answer to this.

Entering a Colosseum in a place deep underground, Wes and an unknown figure step into the arena as they glance out towards each other from a wide distance; Wes hears the crowd go absolutely wild in cheering his name, but he simply has his eyes closed right now, as he ignores their calls.

'Just business as usual.'

Wes stands on one side of the arena, with his opponent on the other; his opponent has four Poké Balls at his belt, but Wes only has two.

"Tenebra! Soliaré!" Wes simply calls, harshly at that, as two Pokémon manifest from Wes' Poké Balls without the actual devices needing to leave the side of his belt; when they open, they don't appear to showcase anything in plain view, at least, at first.

Almost as if materializing from thin air, emerging from a shadowy puddle materializing from the floor, an Umbreon flashes its bright golden ring pattern at the opponent, all the while next to it, a whirlwind can be felt as an Espeon gradually phases into view in solid form.

"Not from around here, Johtonian trainer?" His opponent, a large, robust male with flowing red hair speaks out to Wes, as Wes doesn't bother giving an answer. Wes simply glares with venom towards the man before him, not even dignifying the man a response; his left hand curls into a fist, as Wes can feel the metal gripping his left arm tightening, but that's not what one would call an actual response.

"Fine, be quiet like that, and let me do all the talking!" The man bursts out, as he grabs two of his Poké Balls at his side, and materializes a Claydol and a Steelix from within the small containers.

"Tenebra, Throat Chop! Soliaré, Protect!" Wes commands, as the Umbreon, nicknamed Tenebra, suddenly pounces forward in a massive stride towards the Claydol. With a swing of its tail, effectively beheads the Pokémon; Claydol, though, didn't really mind the loss, as its body already prepares to erupt into a massive plume of explosive energy, as its head detonates with megatons of forces against Tenebra.

Tenebra tanks the hits and endures through it with its own physical strength, Steelix doesn't even so much as flinch, and neither does Soliaré, as an energy barrier appears from all directions around Soliaré, completely nullifying the damage from the explosion. Calling Claydol back to its Poké Ball, the large male moves to grab another Poké Ball from his belt, and tosses out into the arena.

"Murkrow! Deal with Espeon with Feint Attack!" The man orders, as Murkrow flies towards Soliaré before vanishing into thin air. However, Murkrow merely winds up slamming headfirst into Soliaré's force field, though actually causing it to crack a little.

Within a gust of wind, Soliaré disappears and reappears on the complete opposite side of the battlefield. What Murkrow didn't anticipate upon examining the battlefield, however, was that Soliaré was being a tad literal in a different sense; Soliaré, now floating on the ceiling of the cavern the colosseum is built in, doesn't even budge an inch from its spot, as Murkrow moves to fly up to attack.

Only thing Murkrow would expect even less was for Tenebra to suddenly lunge at it midair and strike Murkrow, taking it out with a powerful blow directly to its forehead. Though the trainer in charge of it tries to immediately return Murkrow to its Poké Ball, Tenebra isn't done; Tenebra grabs the Murkrow's body by the neck and begins to savagely shake it around like some form of toy, before tossing Murkrow into the air at an immense speed into the rocky ceiling.

"Harsh, but you're not interested in an unevolved Pokémon such as that, are ya?" The man scoffs towards Wes, but Wes doesn't respond; he seems to be readying his left hand to make a move, but eerily keeps it still. Nothing about this situation seems to be anywhere near out of the ordinary as far as Wes cares.

"… Fine, be a killjoy." The man states, before drawing his last Poké Ball and sending out a large, red mantis looking Pokémon known as Scizor; Wes' eyes practically light up upon making eye contact with the Scizor from afar, as he moves his left arm outward as steam erupts from the movement of parts towards his hand. In his palm, a Poké Ball with a black aura manifests out of nowhere.

Wes shoots the man a cocky glare, a smirk on his face as his eyes practically turn feral, as he twists around to ready his throw, before suddenly launching the Poké Ball at high speed towards Scizor. Performing a gesture towards the crowd with a raised arm, Wes points out three fingers. The Poké Ball connects to Scizor's head, and draws Scizor within it, dematerializing Scizor with a black glow and drawing it inside.

"Hah! A thief? You do realize these things can't simply be stolen like-"

One shake…

"What?! It actually shook?!"

Two shakes, three shakes… *click*

Suddenly drawing the Poké Ball back with a magnetic force, Wes clutches the Poké Ball in his hand, with Scizor within, as Wes calls out his newly acquired Pokémon, as Scizor looks around with a sense of confusion, before clearing its head with its priorities. Targeting the Steelix, the man looks on in shock as Scizor suddenly crashes its pincers into Steelix with an immense force; layer of armor after layer of armor is destroyed upon contact, as the man moves to flee the arena without reclaiming the Steelix.

"Pathetic; Tenebra… terminate." Wes, in a tone of reluctance and seemingly worn out, simply speaks to Tenebra, as Tenebra growls before vanishing into darkness.

The man is finds the door to his side of the arena shutting before he can escape, with Tenebra materializing from thin air behind him; sharp, powerful growling can be heard from Tenebra; the man begins to let loose a scream, but Tenebra puts an end to that in a snap. Tenebra, dragging the man's collapsed form and dragging him below into the ground, reappears back beside Wes as though it wasn't unusual with what just happened.

"We're done. Call your brother down from up there and call forth the fog, Tenebra." Wes states, as he moves to turn and leave, as Tenebra barks harshly up towards Soliaré to get his attention. Soliare, moving to warp beside Tenebra, lets loose a bright flash towards the crowd; a large gasp is heard, before sounds of confusion, but none of them can question it; all they see is an arena now suddenly filled with smog, as each of the audience members watch as it dissipates, and nobody remains in the arena.

To their knowledge, they no longer could recall what Wes had did there; all of them had begun to boo and jeer towards the arena, disappointed with the lack of a fight, unaware of what they could no longer recall.

'Business as usual… until tomorrow, that is; I'm certain of it at this rate.'

Somewhere outside, in the midst of a desert canyon, rides Wes with a massive hover bike through the evening desert landscape as he heads towards an undefined location. Wes, coming across a nearby town, prepares to make a stop for the night; nobody sane would dare cross the desert to reach where he intended to go once night fell.

At the very least, however, this is the last Wes has had of going to this other location; the last of his time as one of them.