The Search For Sak Ordun
Second Log: I Mega Kick Some Wizard Butt… Kind Of
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"Well? What have you got there, chaser?" Homer, a Dark Mage, challenged Nasc to a battle against his Rhyhorn. Nasc, however, was taking his time unleashing his Pokémon. He held the Nest Ball loosely in his hand. He took a deep breath, and let the ball fly.
"Come out, Bless!" The Nest Ball opened and a shower of digital hearts illuminated the town road that was to become a battlefield. The Pokémon nicknamed "Bless" materialized ahead of Nasc, ready to battle.
"A Surskit? What a joke!" Homer scoffed as Bless's identity was revealed. "Rhyhorn, Fury Attack!"
"Bless, use Bubble!" The Surskit blew a few large bubbles onto the battlefield. Rhyhorn became stunned and lost its balance as it charged right into them. "Bubble again!" Bless repeated the move, causing Rhyhorn to stumble even more. Rhyhorn closed in for the Fury Attack and got in two hits. Bless was knocked into the air, but it recovered and skated around on the puddles made by the Bubble attack.
"Rhyhorn, Rock Blast!"
"Once more, Bubble!" Rhyhorn was slow to turn around and was bombarded by another wave of bubbles. It slipped and fell into one of the puddles, and it didn't seem able to get up. Homer growled as he recalled his fallen Rhyhorn.
"Tonight the victory goes to you, chaser." The dark mage turned around, swishing his cape in order to look as cool as possible. "Though if I were you, I'd forget all about Sak Ordun and Shambrig Isle. In fact, I'd forget everything that Bartender Gael told you." He raised a magic wand. "Escape!" A magic cloud of smoke appeared and in it, Dark Mage Homer vanished. Nasc sighed and walked toward Bless.
"Looks like you saved me, little one. Return and take a rest." He drew his Surskit back into its Nest Ball. "But that's a new piece of information. The bartender didn't give me any specific location. Now if only I knew what was going down on Shambrig Isle?"
"That's one of the small, lesser known islands far off from the mainland." A sailor explained. It was the day after Nasc's encounter with Homer. It was warm and sunny, and Nasc wanted a ride.
"So how much for you to take me there on this boat of yours?" Nasc asked, glancing at the sailor's sturdy little vessel.
"I guess I'll have to charge you about 500 Pokémon Dollars. It's an hour-long trip."
"You have yourself a deal." It was settled. After the sailor finished with a few preparations, and after Nasc forked over the money, they climbed into the sailor's boat and made their departure. First went the sailor, then Nasc, followed by Jest the Nidorino. Now the sailor was curious.
"Why does that Nidorino follow you around all the time? It's not wild, is it?"
"Nope. Jest is definitely mine." Nasc held up a Poké Ball to show the sailor. This illustrated that Nasc was a trainer, and it was assumed that particular ball is the one Jest calls home.
"So, why isn't it in there?" The sailor pointed at the ball.
"Well… Jest helps me stay alert." Nasc patted his pink partner's head. "The two of us are looking for something special."
"Two heads are better than one, huh?" The conversation ended, and eventually the boat reached Shambrig Isle. It was a typical deserted island, mostly trees and plants and a few mountains, except Nasc knew that something was there. It had something to do with Sak Ordun and that Dark Mage…
"Hey," Nasc called to the sailor as he and Jest got out of the boat, "do you know anything about some new kind of trainer called a Dark Mage?"
"Never heard of it. So what? Pokémon trainers can use magic now? That's a laugh."
"…Right."
"So if you find that special thing you're looking for, or you give up trying, call me up and I'll come to pick you up. Here, take this." The sailor handed Nasc a card, on which was the sailor's phone number. "I got to go work now, so if you call I'll come back to this spot as soon as I can."
"Got it. I'll see you then."
"Later."
"One more thing…" Nasc thought he should make a statement and be cool. "I don't give up, not even if all I have to go on is a faint shadow." The sailor continued on his way back, without saying another word. Nasc sighed and looked down at Jest, who was currently giving him a pretty weird look. "Yeah. That guy probably thinks I'm a little on the stupid side now." He looked around him, at the beach, the rocks, the trees, and of course the cliff tops. "We've never been here before, so I've no idea where to go from here. Any ideas?" The Nidorino then lifted its head up and appeared to be sensing the right way to go. It then took a few steps towards the mountains and gave Nasc a cry. "Heh, that makes sense. Since I can't see anything around here it's obvious that whatever I'm looking for is on the other side of those mountains." He followed after Jest and started his way up through the mountains. "There's no path at all. That means we could run into some wild Pokémon. I wonder… could these be the mountains Gael was talking about, the ones that Sak Ordun came down from?"
Now that Nasc is on the mysterious Shambrig Isle, will he be able to unearth anything about the Swalot Sak Ordun or Dark Mage Homer? Hang in there, for in the next chapter the daring Pokémon Chaser will do some hiking and find a whole lot of something interesting!