As I already thought, you get another chapter even earlier than sunday. To me this chapter feels better than the last one, but still not that good. But I am optimistic that this will change soon. Maybe already next time? It definitly was easier to write this chapter than it was writing the last one. Have fun reading. Please Read and Review.
Chapter 2: The threat of the world!
Fate's POV
"Before I can explain you who this Pokemon is, that I'm talking about, I need to know if you remember anything about the group named "Slaves of the Dark"?" I tried to remember something again, but with the same result as the last time. Nothing. It really frustrated me! My face must've shown this too, because I didn't even need to answer Thunder. "You don't remember, do you? Don't worry about it, I'm sure you will get your memories back soon. For now, I just have to explain it a little more. Just… make yourself comfortable, this may take a while." I decided just to lay back down.
"Well… okay. I will just start from the very beginning. Because, you see, this world isn't very peaceful. There are three kinds of Pokemon right now: The innocent, uninvolved Pokemon, the ones fighting against the Darkness and the Slaves of Darkness. Not many people now about their true intentions. But what everyone knows is, that they are up to no good. They are robbing many shops. They are attacking innocent Pokemon. They just try to harm everyone."
I interrupted him. "And what about you? Are you one of the uninvolved?" "No, I am not! Since two or three years I am fighting them! I know more about this organisation than most other Pokemon! I am helping out the police officer himself. I bet you will meet him soon." "And… why are you fighting them? Do you just want to help others like you helped me?" He seemed to think for a second, before he answered. "I can't tell you. My reasons are… very personal. Just… please don't ask about it." He seemed very insecure and I became curious about what happened. But I decided to do as he asked and let him change the topic. "The Slaves, what I often call them, because their name is just to long, order their members in five ranks: The rookies are the lowest of their members. Most of them are pretty new to the organisation or are REALLY weak. The second-lowest members are the Advanced. This is the rank of the slaves with the most members. Around three out of five Slaves are Advanced. They often do the dirty jobs like robbing or attacking people. The middle ranked Pokemon are called "Warriors". They are defending the organisation and are mostly pretty strong. This is a position many members want to get. Since we found out, where they're hiding they need guards for their base. And this guards are their Warriors. Because of them it`s pretty hard to get in there and even harder to get out alive. The second in command are the generals of the Foundation. There are only three of them and their leader trusts them very much. But only the trust of the Leader isn't enough to become a general. They also need strength and intelligence. As I already said, at the moment there are three of them: Gavin the Garchomp, Blast the Blaziken and Tyrunt the Tyranitar. Only one Pokemon gets to command them. The leader of the Slaves of the Dark. He is a mystical Pokemon, a kind of Pokemon you only see once in a decade. He is the king of nightmares himself and claims to be the founder of the foundation. His name is Darkrai… he is the worst Pokemon that ever existed! Nobody knows about his motives! Nobody knows ANYTHING about him. At least nothing of help. I've only seem him once… on the day I decided to fight the Slaves!"
It was a lot for me to take in. He just explained literally about the foundation to me… except for the thing I needed to know. "That's very interesting, but… who attacked me? Was it one of them or what's the reason you are telling me this?" "It…", he seemed pretty insecure. "I am pretty sure it was Darkrai himself…" My confusion grew even bigger. "What? Why should HE attack somebody like me? How can you be so sure? A moment ago, you just said you did only meet him once, a long time ago." "I did not see him hurting you, but I am sure it was him. It's because of your wounds. He is the only one being able to hurt others with the energy of the night. And it was pretty obvious, you were hurt by this force. As for WHY he hurt you… that's what I want to find out. Darkrai NEVER fights others by himself. He sends some warriors to deal with others and just leans back. You must've really pissed him of. But I can't figure out how. I believe there was only one time he fought by himself before…" He stopped talking after that.
For a minute he stayed quiet, before he changed the topic. "So… what do you want to do now? Having any ideas about going on?" I thought about what to do. Without any knowledge and without my memories I could not stand the events by myself. Especially if I am really an enemy of the very likely strongest Pokemon alive. Too, if Darkrai hates me, he HAS to know something about my past. I needed to find him! But I could not do this alone. And there was only one Pokemon I knew in this world by now. "If you're fighting this Pokemon… can I help you? Can I stay here and fight them too?"
He eyed me with a very surprised look. "You… want to help me? Why?" "Well, what else can I do? I don't remember anything and if it was really Darkrai who attacked me before, he has to know something. I need to find him!" He seemed thoughtful for a moment. "I think I won't be able to convince you otherwise, will I?" I shook my head and instantly regretted it as a pain shot through my neck. "Stay calm. You still need to heal. But if you insist, then I will let you fight by my side. But if you want to be involved, you'll need to meet the police officer first. I will let you regenerate for a few days and after that I'll invite him to come here. But as I already said: You need to rest now!" After he spoke these words, he left the room. This was the first day of our adventure. If we'd known what would happen in the future, things would have been different! But they weren't… and so the days went by.