Chapter 2
The day approached its midpoint; the skies still a relaxing spew of blue, small wispy puffs of cloud steadily gathering in random points. The circling bird pokémon had long since flown away, and the sun had taken its place on its throne at the peak of its cycle.
Back down in Fortree, the shockwaves from the disturbance earlier were still rippling throughout the small community. Two nurses stood outside the pokécentre, comforting a 3rd; the one in charge of the pokémon captured, and many other villagers had ventured out of their houses to discuss the events in question.
"Well, so far all we have is the word of Lucia here," Winona, the towns gym-leader explained as she glanced in the direction of the nurse. "The only other thing we have now is visual confirmation from Altaria. Until she returns, I'm afraid we have little more..." She looked down at her feet, her long, deep purple ponytail slipping off of its perch on her shoulder, and slipping down to dangle limply by her side.
The boy slid down the bottom of the tree that he had been resting in, and brushed off the small chunks of bark that had littered his long creamy tee shirt. His shoulder length brown hair gently shuddered in the breeze as he approached the crowd and the conversation.
"We could always use my Linoone to try and pick up a scent from whoever that guy was!" interjected one man. The rest of the crowd murmured to each other before seemingly agreeing to his proposal.
"I suppose that might work," agreed Winona. "Why don't we go and see if we can find any trace of them around the outskirts of town. Everyone else should just stay here for now, and remain vigilant! We don't want anyone else loosing any pokémon!" After a few minutes of preparation, Winona and the man, with his Linoone by his side, ventured out of town to scan for clues. The boy followed them.
"Wait!" he called as he jogged after them, the bottoms of his dark green jeans collecting the stray dust from the roads, being hurled into the air with every step, his white and red trainers slowly obtaining a yellow tint to them. "I want to come to!"
"We appreciate your offer, but it'll be much safer if you stayed back in town. Look after your Cyndaquil...train for a while..." Winona began. "My Cyndaquil was taken!" he intervened.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know," she replied. "But what would anyone want with a baby Cyndaquil like that?"
"I don't know..."the boy replied. "I just want him back! My only pokémon, and then it gets taken from me!"
"Well try not to worry, I'm sure we'll find him and the other pokémon sooner or later. But it'll still be much more sensible if you stayed home Setijin." As she finished, the mans Linoone barked powerfully, before scurrying off down the road, the man following eagerly. Winona and Setijin turned to watch, before they too took chase.
The 4 charged down the dusty path, the back 3 in pursuit of the first. The wind swept their hair back, and the forest began to thin out. Light crept through more and more as they ran further away from town, before finally reaching the opening, revealing a large expanse of green fields below them, spread out like a rug under the watchful eye of the many almighty waterfalls, their contents rushing forward, forcing its way into and around the many rocks littering its path, before tumbling over the edge. Most of the grass was cut short, except for numerous small patches, and one large clump of long grass, some blades only reaching knee height, to others completely overshadowing the many trainers wandering through, searching for their next catch. Setijin surveyed the area in awe, before noticing Winona and the others still racing on ahead. He swept the beads of sweat from his brow, and pressed on.
The path they followed took them right to the edge of the cliffs forming and encasing the waterfalls, right up to a large wooden rope bridge, which clasped itself to the ground on either side of the formation, sagging towards the center, where its users were able to feel the spray from the gargantuan falls which stood in front of them, regaining shape in the form of the large river which ran beneath them.
On the opposite end of the bridge stood the towering skyscraper known as the weather Institute. The suns rays reflected off of the glass paneling on the side, creating a breathtaking white glow, which shot back into the sky, while the deep green of the trees around the building formed the base of the image, providing viewers with a rather incredible sight. At the front of the building, stood two scientists, each with a small pokémon of their own, both identical. As they stood, the first of the pokémon hopped forward, and spun in a small circle, before calling out its name, 'Castform', before stepping back to its previous spot, watching as the suns rays intensified and the heat began to blur the air in front of them. As the heat rose, both pokémon began to glow, as if evolving, before revealing themselves in their new bodies; the same size, but this time bright orange, their heads encased in a large, sun-shaped red bubble, glowing with the rage of fire. The scientists applauded reassuringly.
The Linoone started to slow as it approached the building, the man, Winona and Setijin slowing with it, panting heavily, gasping for air. The Linoone stopped and barked happily as the man staggered beside it, and patted it on the head.
"Good...Linoone..." he heaved.
"So, the Weather Institute has something to do with it, eh?" Winona evaluated. She looked up into the sky to see her Altaria circling above her. She called out its name, and raised her pokéball, capturing her pokémon in its red beam, returning it to its home.
"Well then, lets explore!" the man said excitedly as they entered the building expectantly...
The day approached its midpoint; the skies still a relaxing spew of blue, small wispy puffs of cloud steadily gathering in random points. The circling bird pokémon had long since flown away, and the sun had taken its place on its throne at the peak of its cycle.
Back down in Fortree, the shockwaves from the disturbance earlier were still rippling throughout the small community. Two nurses stood outside the pokécentre, comforting a 3rd; the one in charge of the pokémon captured, and many other villagers had ventured out of their houses to discuss the events in question.
"Well, so far all we have is the word of Lucia here," Winona, the towns gym-leader explained as she glanced in the direction of the nurse. "The only other thing we have now is visual confirmation from Altaria. Until she returns, I'm afraid we have little more..." She looked down at her feet, her long, deep purple ponytail slipping off of its perch on her shoulder, and slipping down to dangle limply by her side.
The boy slid down the bottom of the tree that he had been resting in, and brushed off the small chunks of bark that had littered his long creamy tee shirt. His shoulder length brown hair gently shuddered in the breeze as he approached the crowd and the conversation.
"We could always use my Linoone to try and pick up a scent from whoever that guy was!" interjected one man. The rest of the crowd murmured to each other before seemingly agreeing to his proposal.
"I suppose that might work," agreed Winona. "Why don't we go and see if we can find any trace of them around the outskirts of town. Everyone else should just stay here for now, and remain vigilant! We don't want anyone else loosing any pokémon!" After a few minutes of preparation, Winona and the man, with his Linoone by his side, ventured out of town to scan for clues. The boy followed them.
"Wait!" he called as he jogged after them, the bottoms of his dark green jeans collecting the stray dust from the roads, being hurled into the air with every step, his white and red trainers slowly obtaining a yellow tint to them. "I want to come to!"
"We appreciate your offer, but it'll be much safer if you stayed back in town. Look after your Cyndaquil...train for a while..." Winona began. "My Cyndaquil was taken!" he intervened.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know," she replied. "But what would anyone want with a baby Cyndaquil like that?"
"I don't know..."the boy replied. "I just want him back! My only pokémon, and then it gets taken from me!"
"Well try not to worry, I'm sure we'll find him and the other pokémon sooner or later. But it'll still be much more sensible if you stayed home Setijin." As she finished, the mans Linoone barked powerfully, before scurrying off down the road, the man following eagerly. Winona and Setijin turned to watch, before they too took chase.
The 4 charged down the dusty path, the back 3 in pursuit of the first. The wind swept their hair back, and the forest began to thin out. Light crept through more and more as they ran further away from town, before finally reaching the opening, revealing a large expanse of green fields below them, spread out like a rug under the watchful eye of the many almighty waterfalls, their contents rushing forward, forcing its way into and around the many rocks littering its path, before tumbling over the edge. Most of the grass was cut short, except for numerous small patches, and one large clump of long grass, some blades only reaching knee height, to others completely overshadowing the many trainers wandering through, searching for their next catch. Setijin surveyed the area in awe, before noticing Winona and the others still racing on ahead. He swept the beads of sweat from his brow, and pressed on.
The path they followed took them right to the edge of the cliffs forming and encasing the waterfalls, right up to a large wooden rope bridge, which clasped itself to the ground on either side of the formation, sagging towards the center, where its users were able to feel the spray from the gargantuan falls which stood in front of them, regaining shape in the form of the large river which ran beneath them.
On the opposite end of the bridge stood the towering skyscraper known as the weather Institute. The suns rays reflected off of the glass paneling on the side, creating a breathtaking white glow, which shot back into the sky, while the deep green of the trees around the building formed the base of the image, providing viewers with a rather incredible sight. At the front of the building, stood two scientists, each with a small pokémon of their own, both identical. As they stood, the first of the pokémon hopped forward, and spun in a small circle, before calling out its name, 'Castform', before stepping back to its previous spot, watching as the suns rays intensified and the heat began to blur the air in front of them. As the heat rose, both pokémon began to glow, as if evolving, before revealing themselves in their new bodies; the same size, but this time bright orange, their heads encased in a large, sun-shaped red bubble, glowing with the rage of fire. The scientists applauded reassuringly.
The Linoone started to slow as it approached the building, the man, Winona and Setijin slowing with it, panting heavily, gasping for air. The Linoone stopped and barked happily as the man staggered beside it, and patted it on the head.
"Good...Linoone..." he heaved.
"So, the Weather Institute has something to do with it, eh?" Winona evaluated. She looked up into the sky to see her Altaria circling above her. She called out its name, and raised her pokéball, capturing her pokémon in its red beam, returning it to its home.
"Well then, lets explore!" the man said excitedly as they entered the building expectantly...