Hello everybody. Sorry this has taken so long. I'm trying to get these done as quickly as possible so please bear with me. If anybody is wondering about OCs, I will be three in. I already have them available, but if you have questions about them or comments, feel free to say so. Hope you all enjoy Chapter Two of Trainer of Sorcery Book 1. Oh and I made some changes as I went back over this. I messed up a few things the first time around.

Trainer of Sorcery

Chapter 2: The Dark Butterfly

Tree of Beginning

A young ten year old Harry stood looking out at Cameron palace from the ledge. After six months of training with Belle, he would finally get to test his skills against real opponents. He turned and waved to Mewtwo and then he flickered off after patting the single pokéball on his waist. Mewtwo watched with a smile before stiffening at the words that were coming through the link. He slid his hand to the side and stepped through the vortex that appeared.

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Cameron Palace

Harry shimmered into view inside an alley next to the palace. After shaking off his sluggishness, he stepped out into the road leading to the palace. He didn't have anything to wear in the way of costumes. He was going to have to find a costume to wear.

He looked around as he made his way there and noticed a boy dressed in a knight's armor. Looking the other way revealed a girl dressed in an old style ninja costume with a half covered face and form fitting dark clothes. Harry was beginning to feel a little out of place when he felt a package suddenly appear inside his jacket.

He took it out and quickly opened it, moving away the vines and large leaves to reveal a hooded cloak that with the hood up would veil the wearer from prying eyes with the hood's shadows. The other part was a set of flowing robes that still lent room for running and jumping. He smiled as he wrapped it back up and hurried on to the castle, unheeding of the glances from the same two that he had noticed.

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Curiosity burned through Winston as he watched the boy who couldn't be any older than he was run off with the package that had just appeared. It seemed that he was eager to put on what could only be his costume and Winston wondered what kind of costume it would be.

He noticed that the ninja girl had noticed as well and he quirked an eyebrow when their eyes met. She shrugged and moved closer to him.

"It was robes and a cloak." She said simply.

"I wonder what he'll be dressed as." Winston said.

She just shrugged in response.

"You don't talk much do you?" Winston asked.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?" Ninja girl said.

"True, but you never even asked my name. Nor did you tell me yours."

"Fine! My name is Feline."

"Fuhlean?" Winston asked, making sure he was pronouncing it correctly and receiving a nod, "My name is Winston."

"I'm Harry Potter." They both jumped as the voice came from directly behind them and they turned to see a hooded figure standing behind them. They couldn't see his face, but they got the feeling that he was silently laughing at them, "How was that for an entrance?"

"Where the heck did you come from?!" Winston demanded.

"I came from the palace changing room." Harry said, pointing off to the side at the door that led to the costume room.

Winston took a breath and Feline just shook her head.

"So are you two entering the competition as well?" Harry asked.

"Hah! You bet! A knight never shirks from a battle!" Winston said while striking a pose with his shoulders back and his head facing the sun to shroud his face. But this was interrupted when a dark shadow seemed to put itself in the way. Winston looked over to see that Harry had positioned himself so that he had interrupted the flow of light.

"Sorry." Harry said with a grin, "It's the sorcerer's job to cut down on the knight's ego right?"

Feline laughed as Winston face-faulted and then tripped him so that he fell fully, "And the ninja strikes from the shadows!"

"We're quite the trio, aren't we?" Winston asked as he stood up.

"Indeed." Feline said quietly, "A knight, a ninja, and a sorcerer. It's like the start of a bad joke."

"And the competition is the punch line." Harry said, "Well, I better go sign up. I'll see you two in the semifinals."

Winston and Feline watched as the cloaked boy ran off. They sighed and followed him, seeing as they too needed to sign up. They didn't see Harry again until the competition started.

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Cameron Palace Stadium

Harry waited in the shadows of the entrance to the stadium for the referee to announce the trainers. He was up first with a local kid to be his opponent. He looked across the way and saw a young boy no older than him swaggering onto the field as he was announced.

"From our very own Cameron City, the aspiring trainer of fortune, Lokia!"

Lokia smirked as he raised a careless hand into the air and shot a bird at Harry. If Harry hadn't wanted to beat him before, he certainly did now. But he swallowed his annoyance and walked onto the field as he was introduced.

"His hometown, his appearance, his looks are all unknown. The only thing we know of him is his title of Psychic Trainer of Sorcery! Welcome to the 'Sorcerer' Harry Potter!"

Harry walked out as the crowd cheered again but with less enthusiasm due to not knowing much. But Harry didn't mind. He had known that this would be his welcome. He took his place across from the spoiled brat and waited for the battle to start.

"And now, let the first match of the competition BEGIN!"

"Come out Rattata!" the brat said as he tossed a pokéball into the air. A purple and white rat, about the size of a kitten, appeared on the field.

"Hmph." Harry said as he raised his own pokéball up to waist height, "The darkness beckons, the hound's hour is upon us. Rise from the ashes of war! Come forth, Belle!" He tossed his pokéball into the air and a black dog appeared on the field with flames seeming to drip from its' mouth.

Lokia and his Rattata looked unnerved by this creature's appearance, but Lokia quickly recovered and told the Rattata to attack with tackle. Harry responded by telling Belle to dodge and then strike back with Fire Fang. The Rattata squealed and fell to its' side in pain as it was released.

"Hey, stupid Rattata! Get up!" Lokia shouted in anger, "You're supposed to be winning! So get up and do your job!"

Harry's attention returned to the boy as disgust filled him. Belle looked at the Rattata and roared at it, causing it to quaver for a moment before fainting in fear. The referee announced the match as Harry's win and the other boy stomped over to the Rattata and sprayed it with a super potion before returning it. He glared at Harry and then nodded a little.

Harry turned and walked off the field and his place was taken by an older woman who used a Kingler and battled against a Slugma. He found the other two and together they waited for their next matches to be called.

Feline was the next of them to be called after half of the battles had been completed. She faced a Spearow with a Spinarak. The Spinarak moved faster than the Spearow and whittled its' health down with poison type attacks.

Harry and Winston shared a look and shivered. That match had been a perfect example of tenacity. Finally, it was Winston's turn and it was his Pawniard against an opponent's Koffing. It was no contest.

But it was the last match of the round that sparked hatred. Hatred for a trainer and their Pokémon. The people were two girls, both around the age of twelve.

"From our left we have the lady of the upper echelon of Castelia City! The lady of the butterflies, Lilliana!" A young girl with beautiful butterscotch hair and a beautiful dress walked onto the field with a smile that bordered on smug.

"From our right we have a girl who rose up from the slums of the same city. She came here for the purpose of showing that even trash can become beautiful! Please welcome Ariadne!" A rough looking girl with short, chopped black and brown hair walked onto the field from the other side. She sported a bandage over one eye and had several visible scars.

"I don't like her." Harry said.

"Who? Ariadne? That doesn't seem very fair." Winston said.

"He is talking about Lilliana." Feline said from the wall that she was leaning against, not even watching the coming battle, "There is something about her that hints to both Harry and myself that she isn't the best person to come up against."

"Begin!" the referee shouted.

"Come on out Beautifly!" Lilliana said and the evolution of Silcoon appeared.

"Hmph! Let's put up a good fight, eh Garbodor?" Ariadne asked as she tossed her pokéball into the air.

A large Pokémon that seemed to be made up of garbage appeared and it let out a rumbling roar of agreement.

"Hah! As if that piece of trash could ever amount to anything!" Lilliana called out, "Beautifly! Use gust!"

A large amount of wind shot toward the Garbodor and Ariadne told it to use protect. The gust attack failed but Garbodor grunted as it took a gust from behind as it dropped its' shield. Everyone looked to where the attack had come from and they all saw the Butterfree flapping about lazily.

"Hey!" somebody shouted, "Where did that Butterfree come from?!"

Ariadne grew angry, "Lilliana! This is a one on one battle! You're using two at once!"

"So? Who will stop it? Surely you don't think someone will stand up for the trash." Lilliana sneered, "Beautifly! Butterfree! Destroy her Garbodor. Send it back to the landfill!" The two butterflies began to quickly tear down the large Pokémon and everyone watched in horror as it fainted. The girl had cheated and she had won, but she wasn't stopping her Pokémon from attacking.

Harry growled and he jumped down onto the field as the referee announced the winner, but Lilliana still didn't call her Pokémon off. He focused for a moment and grabbed the two Pokémon as they were going for another run. They stopped in midair and everyone was looking at him. Harry walked with heavy steps over to Lilliana and without ceremony, tossed the two Pokémon to the ground. They lay there stunned for a moment before they flapped their wings to get back in the air.

They hovered fearfully around their trainer as Harry glared at her with a look so cold, it might as well have caused a blizzard. Lilliana shook in fear for a moment and then drew herself up.

"The gall! You dare try to harm my precious butterflies!" She shouted in anger, "Just who do you think you are?!"

"Don't take that tone with me!" Harry snarled, causing her to take a steep back, "You are the one who let your Pokémon almost commit murder!" He pointed at the form of the unconscious Garbodor that certainly wasn't looking too well.

"They would not have been committing murder!" the girl shouted, "They were just taking out the trash! That piece of slum stain over there should never have tried to rise above her station!"

Harry's face grew colder as winds suddenly began to swirl around him, his anger causing his magic to begin to take effect, "And there is the nature of your sin."

"What?" she said in confusion.

"You were born into a high born class and thus you grew up believing that none should ever be better than you. Certainly that kind of thinking is understandable, but instead of proving yourself honorably, you decide to resort to cheating and humiliating your opponents. Therefore, my judgement is this. In the next round, we will meet and we will battle and when all is said and done, I will be victorious and you will suffer the humiliation that you give out so freely." With that, Harry turned away and began to walk off.

Lilliana growled in anger and shouted for her butterflies to attack him. They did so, having got over their earlier fear. Without looking, Harry shot his hand into the air and once again an invisible force seemed to grab the two before they were thrown back to the girl.

Harry turned to face her, "I said that I would face you tomorrow. I will see you then."

Harry walked into the entrance where Ariadne stood next to a Nurse Joy who had three Chanseys administering first aid. He let out a growl of disgust at the sight. Ariadne looked up and smiled at him.

"I heard what you told her. Thank you." Ariadne sat down next to the Garbodor as the Chanseys finished, "Truthfully, she was the one who told me to go for it here. I usually know better than to trust one of her class. But we grew up knowing each other and I trusted her. I should have known that she would do this."

The look in her eyes struck Harry. It was so much like how he used to look that he walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled at the look of sympathy.

"Don't worry and don't look like that." Harry said, "Come with me and bring Garbodor."

Nurse Joy had stabilized it, but her Chanseys were tired. Ariadne returned Garbodor and began to follow Harry out of the area. As soon as they were out of sight, Harry put his hand on her shoulder again and they blinked out.

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Tree of Beginnings

Ariadne gasped at the sudden sight of green around her and rock going up high above her. She turned around and her mouth went wider at the sight of the countryside and Cameron Palace.

"Is this-?" She asked.

"Welcome to the Tree of Beginnings." Harry said from next to her.

Ariadne just stared at her surroundings in wonder. Like everyone else, she had heard about it and seen it from Cameron, but she was actually here? She looked over at Harry.

"And who is this?"

Ariadne jerked around at the voice to see a gray and purple Pokémon standing behind her. She instinctively took a step back to prepare herself in case she needed to run. Harry just smiled as he walked over to it.

"Hey Pops! This is Ariadne. Her Garbodor is in need of special healing."

"The Pokémon centers aren't enough?" The Pokémon asked.

"It took three Chanseys to get it stabilized." Harry said with a dark look on his face.

The Pokémon looked at Harry and saw what happened. He nodded and Harry grinned. The boy then turned to Ariadne and motioned for her to release Garbodor. A few other Pokémon came forward and led the girl and her Garbodor to another area.

That night, Harry was once again playing his Guitar in the canopy of the Tree of Beginnings. A new song was issuing from his lips and he let ring out through the night air. Off to the side, Ariadne sat and listened to what Harry had called "Every Rose has its' Thorn" and had to agree to that. Maybe tomorrow would see a new dawn like the song said.