As the man was leaving the city, the sun had started to rise, letting him see the leftovers of the battle that occurred last night. The sight was gruesome indeed, as many bodies devoid of life littered the desert, of humans, Pokémon, and even the occasional Tetrite. Their bodies had transformed into something that no person could bare to see. All the blood accumulated from the many dead bodies seemed to turn the desert sand to a crimson red. The bodies themselves had the distinct odor of rotten meat, and many vulture- like bird Pokémon, known as Fearow, were eating the bodies viciously. The survivors of the battle were all walking back, none caring about the condition their bodies were in. Some were lucky and only had a few minor scratches and bruises, while others weren't. Those who weren't had broken bones, body parts missing, and even hearts broken from the loss of their companions. The man watched all the survivors walk back to the city and, most likely, recuperating from the recent battle. Either physically or mentally, everybody has injuries in some way; damage dealt to any human is inevitable. This battle, however, is no different from any other. Even as they're walking back, another battle is already occurring in some other place, and there's no way to stop it from happening.
The man continued his walk back to the mountain, his hands in his sweater pockets, and his music fading away the sounds of the men in pain. His eyes were fixed upon the mountain, making sure his eyes resisted the urge to look to the side and witness the scene that would await him, the center of the battlefield. Throughout the whole area, there wasn't a soul left. Each body, human and Pokémon, died in a different way from the one next to it: burned, frozen, cut, pummeled, lack of blood, and the list just continues from there. Each being had suffered the consequence for fighting this war, and when everybody hears the news that Earth had lost a battle yet again, their hopes were going to diminish and wills weaken. After traveling for a few miles, the man had finally returned to the mountain, and stopped at the cave entrance to look around, wondering if there was anybody or anything there. When he saw nobody, he entered and walked up until he had reached the opening that lead him to the plateau from the night before. As he stepped out, he noticed something unusual; on the edge was a small boy, his brown hair barely past his forehead, a cape with many holes was around his body, concealing the rest of his features. The man cautiously walked out of the opening and observed the boy's movements. He took another step, and accidentally kicked a rock, knocking it past the boy and down the mountain.
The boy, seeing the rock fly by, turned his head around and saw the man, his dark-azure eyes staring at the man's cobalt eyes. He then turned his head back around to the outlook of the edge. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" the boy asked.
The man, a little annoyed that the boy was the first one to ask, answered, "My name's Damien. I've come here to take a last look before I head off. And what about you?"
The boy just continued looking out, and replied, "My name?"
Damien responded, "Yes, your name. You know, what your parents call you."
The boy just looked back at Damien, and he could see the grief that the boy's eyes held. After being silent for a moment, the boy replied, "I lost my name when my parents died. I was only a few years old at the time when it happened. I have never really had a name since then."
Damien looked at the boy, then looked toward the direction the boy was looking at. "If you have no parents, then why are you here?" he asked.
The boy slightly turned his head enough to where his eyes could barely Damien and stared at him for a moment, and then turned back around before answering, "I really don't have a reason as to why, I just come to witness the things that are happening."
Damien walked over to the edge and looked in the direction the boy was, and then turned his attention back to the boy. "So, do you have anybody that you care about?" he asked curiously.
"How can I care about anybody? With the decisions humans have chosen, it makes it hard to," the boy replied.
Damien sighed as he realized how much truth his words held. "If not humans, what about Pokémon?" he asked.
Hearing this, the boy stopped looking ahead and let his head slump down. After a short pause of silence, he responded in a harsh tone, "Those creatures that dare to live on this planet? Never!"
Damien, surprised and angered by his response, quickly grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and picked him up. "How dare you talk about the Pokémon like that!" he yelled at him. "Pokémon are being just like us, and yet you're just going to go ahead and insult them?!"
The boy's eyes just moved to the side, avoiding Damien's hateful stare, then looked back at him, his eyes showing pain and misery. "Why should I listen to you about what I say?" he asked. "You don't know me! You don't know what these vile creatures have done to me!"
Damien, processing all this in, loosed his grip on the boy, but still kept him in the air. "I don't care about what they've done to you! Learn to live with your past and move on!" Damien yelled at to the boy. "Don't let one incident screw up your judgement on living creatures!"
The boy only turned his head to the side as he listened to Damien. "Why should I even consider listening to you?" the boy asked.
Damien, his anger now subsided, brought the boy down and watched the boy quickly jumped back, putting himself in a defensive position. Sighing, he asked, "Do you really want to be alone for the rest of your life?"
Unprepared for the question, the boy thought deeply on the question, returning to his seat on the edge.
Damien continued, saying, "Are you really willing to risk this hell called solitude just because you're pride won't allow you to forgive other beings? Do you really want to be that prideful?"
The boy just quietly sat there and stayed in thought.
Damien just stood there, thinking of something. An idea struck him as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Pokéball. He walked over to the boy and placed the ball next to him, then walked back toward the opening in the mountain.
The boy only looked down at the Pokéball, then at the man in confusion. "Why did you give me a Pokéball?" he asked.
Damien merely stopped before entering the cave and replied, "That Pokéball contains a Tropius. I caught it a few days ago, so it has no bonds with me. I don't care whether you want it or not, I want you to hold onto that Pokémon until I get back."
The boy looked at Damien for a bit before asking, "Get back? Back from where?"
Damien let out another sigh before replying, "I'm not that sure where. All I know is that I'm going to be gone for a while."
The boy quickly said, "Then take this Tropius wi-."
"Just take care of the Tropius while I'm gone," interrupted Damien. He walked into the cave before stopping and turned around to the boy. "Oh, and from now on, if anybody is to ever ask you your name, you will be known as Charles," he quickly said before going back into the cave.
The boy continued looking at the opening even after he could no longer see Damien, and then he looked at the Pokéball. "...Charles, eh?" he asked himself. He stood up and threw the Pokéball up, and a form came out of it. Charles caught the ball and stared at the Pokémon that was in front of him; it stood in front of him at about six and a half feet with four short legs, colored brown and green, with four broad leaves attached to its back like wings, and a small bunch of bananas hung from its chin.. It looked down at the boy, and it bent down. Charles looked at the Tropius, and then cautiously walked over to it. He slowly reached his hand out to the Tropius, and when he felt that his hand made contact with Tropius' head, he gently started to pet it. "Tropius, huh?" Charles said to himself as he continued petting the Pokémon.
Damien walked out of the opening at the bottom of the mountain and looked up, thinking about the boy and the Tropius he had given him. He turned back around and walked away from the mountain, going into the opposite direction of the city. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, was nothing but the path that Damien walked on. For days, he traveled down the path, surpassing the obstacles of nature, hunger, and thirst. Sandstorms would come in one after another, obscuring Damien's vision, and making him slightly drift from the path. The constant onslaught of wild Pokémon continued to exhaust his energy while defending himself. The exhaustion of his rations forced him to continue his trek without any food, giving him nothing to replenish his energy. Even though all of these struggles attacked Damien, he was able to somehow survive, getting to a city in the matter of a few days.
Damien looked up and saw the city in front of him, noticing quickly that it was an oasis city like many others that inhabited the desert. The oasis was about 30 yard wide, and about twenty buildings around it. At the building closest to him, he could easily tell that it was a Pokémart, seeing many items from Potions to goggles. He started to walk past the mart until he noticed something on a bulletin board that hung on the wall. Many flyers and posters were on it, but a single one caught his eyes.
It was a wanted poster from the government, but there was no picture. Instead, they had a full description of a person, and a reward of 100,000 dollars. After quickly reading the description, Damien could quickly tell who the person was that they were after; it was himself. He quickly looked around the wanted poster, and quickly realized that there was a well drawn picture of himself next to it, probably drawn using the description given. Damien quickly looked around, and started to walk away from it, continuing to look around the city.
As he continued to walk around the town, many eyes were upon him, but he only ignored their stares. His eyes would look to the side, and would notice many people in hiding, their Pokéballs out and ready. After taking a step, he stopped as he felt a tremor near him, and it all began. The sand around him began to lower, and Damien quickly jumped away from the sand. It soon stopped, but Damien became more aware of his surroundings, noticing the people hiding were now atop the buildings. A green, reptilian dragon with small, beady black eyes covered by protective red lens, and long, green wings tipped with red, was hovering in front of him, a glow emitting from its mouth. Flygon, as it is known as, stared at Damien, both keeping still. Damien shifted his eyes to his sides, noticing that more and more trainers were calling out their Pokémon, overwhelming the man greatly. One of his hands started to reach into his sweater before a green vine was shot from behind and grabbed the hand, and another vine grabbing his other hand shortly after.
A trainer walked up to Damien and said, "You're coming with us."