Chapter 2
Preparations
"Froakie, Sylveon, Oshawott." said Feraligatr firmly. "Sit." We did as told. "You brought the book, Froakie?"
I nodded and got it out.
"Good. Go to the Table of Contents and find the page where the second major legend would be. Once you find it, read the story of the legend out loud and clearly." he ordered.
I flipped to the page of the second legend. I cleared my throat and began to read. "This story will be about the Tower of the Demonic Pokémon and why the keeper of it, Darkrai, had malice to do such a terrible thing. Like all Pokémon that are only legends today, Darkrai was created, not born. He was created a child, however, so he went to school. At this school he went to, he was tormented and harassed. Sadness turned to rage, which he took out on his peers with enormous power. This is how he founded his powers. To make sure no Pokémon would ever come near him ever again, he created a tower to hide in. Whoever walks in this tower and finds him will have a two in three chance of having their mind corrupted with the rage and evil that Darkrai had before, and they will act like demons. If he or she can overcome the thoughts of evil and destruction with the help of one other, then the legend will be solved."
Oshawott looked at me horrified, but Sylveon looked excited. "That sound r-really scary…" stammered Oshawott.
"I can't wait!" yelled Sylveon.
"Calm down, you two. This is serious," he said sternly. "This is probably the most dangerous out of the four because of all of the destruction and murder that may be caused by two of the three of you."
"Whaddaya mean two of the three of us?" Oshawott blurted.
"When I went through this with the other chosen two of my generation, Trapinch and Elekid, now Flygon and Electivire, only those two were corrupted with evil. The same thing happened with my mentor, Golem."
"And when two of us get corrupted, we either have to try to think ourselves out of the evil and get help from the one not corrupted?" I asked.
"Basically, yes," replied Feraligatr.
I flipped through the section of the Tower of the Demonic Pokémon. It didn't say which province it was on. Kyogre did say to go to the Eastern Province when he gave me the first fragment of the key, so that's where we're probably going to go.
"The legend does not say which province the tower is in," said Feraligatr, "so I should tell you that it is in the Eastern Province."
Knew it!
"Now… we must pack the necessities." he said. "You'll all need food, and Sylveon will need water since Water Types can hydrate themselves… do any of you have personal berry choices?"
"I like Pecha berries, personally," I said.
"Cheri for me," said Sylveon.
"Aspear," said Oshawott.
"Ok, I'll pack some of those." He went outside to his backyard and picked fresh berries. His backyard was huge. Half of it was covered with berry trees. He picked the berries according to our preferences. He came back and packed them into a bag with bottled water, and I gave him the book to put in the bag also. He handed the bag to me.
"Once you finish your business in the Eastern Province, come back to my house. Now," he said. "Go home and rest. You'll depart tomorrow for the Eastern Province."
The three of us nodded and went to our homes. As I arrived home, nothing strange happened. It was almost too normal. I went into my house, and put the bag on my desk. I could hear Torterra stomping over. He's been getting a lot nicer lately, but I wonder what he wants.
"Froakie?" he called. "Are you there?"
I poked my head out the window. "Yea, why?"
"Well, I heard you were going to go to the Eastern Province tomorrow, and I just want to give you a couple of warnings. That province…" he drifted off.
"What about it?" I asked
"The Eastern Province is a scary place," he said in a low tone. "I went there when I was a teen with some of my friends. We thought it would be cool to go to another province. The Pokémon there are creepy. Few of them are depressed, but most of them are psychopathic killers. My friends and I barely made it out with our lives. It was the scariest event ever…"
That drowned my spirits. Now I know that I need to pack a knife or two for tomorrow. "Thanks for the warning," I said in spite of my worries.
"Don't worry, Froakie," Torterra said. "You're a strong Pokémon. I'm sure you'll get through with your friends." He then started to trudge back to his home.
I decided to fall asleep, but with the thought of me possibly dying tomorrow gave me nightmares. I slept through it though, and decided to let fate guide me.